Hooked, Addicted
Matt stared blankly at Mello for a moment, how his eyes scanned from Matt's hair, to shoes. Matt slouched a bit, but Mello just rolled his eyes, and continued his analysis.
"Mello," Matt asked, cocking his head in confusion, "what're you doing?"
Mello sighed, and ran his fingers through his blond hair.
"I'm scanning you, for cigarettes. You don't have any, why?"
Matt groaned, and slumped against the tree.
"I'm tryin' to quit," he said, with regret in his voice, "it's hell, I don't even remember why I started."
Mello grinned, and slowly laced his fingers through Matt's.
"Because you got hooked, addicted."
Matt blushed, and looked at his hand, clasped through Mello's. Mello pulled him onto the ground, and the laid there, relaxing in the refreshing shade, and watching the red, orange, and yellow leaves rustle in the autumn breeze.
All of a sudden, Mello shivered, due to the crisp wind that had abruptly flown by. Matt winced, and wrapped his arm around Mello, squeezing his shoulders. Matt pressed his lips to Mello's, letting all the love in his heart run free.
"Mello, your lips were cold. And I know I got hooked and addicted to smoking, but there's something new I'm hooked and addicted to…you."
