-Chapter Two—

How could I ever have let that happen? Mello might not even talk to me anymore! Matt had at last taken his mind back to the reality, and escaped hastily from the wardrobe-like space where he and Mello had hid. But, his instincts telling him not to run, so he walked very quickly grasped the lonely chocolate bar in his hand. He could understand Mello if he never wanted to talk to him again, which on the other hand couldn't stop him from praying that it wasn't the case. He leaned in too!, or was that my imagination? Matt began to doubt, a not at all comfortable feeling began to take form in his gut. His steps lose its speed, and he stopped outside Mello's room, which actually was Matt's too (But, since nobody knew who he was only Mello mattered). He still grasped the chocolate bar violently, like it was its fault that everything had went wrong, and in a way couldn't you say that? Matt had never even thought about Mello being anything more than a friend (That was however before the incident.), but maybe, Matt thought with an unidentified feeling of hope swirling in his stomach, Mello had thought about him? And if that damned chocolate bar never had slipped down from Mello's head, they've might have kissed. In some way that didn't seem as awkward as the current situation, which Matt found rather weird.

He slowly opened the door, still uncertain what to say if Mello began shouting and cursing about him. Matt had once again hid behind his goggles, so the blond couldn't see his unconfident eyes. The spoken boy laid on the lower kip, while the upper was free to use. His hair was gathered in a ridiculous short ponytail, and his clear blue eyes were concentrated on the text before them. He studied..?

Matt decided interrupting him would probably just cause problems, so he climbed up to the upper kip. When he took up his game, in an attempt to forget about Mello, he realized he still grasped the chocolate bar. He began to unwrap it, thought that it maybe would taste better than the last time he had experienced it. But the well noticeable sound of the wrapper made Mello curious and hungry for more chocolate, but he was too stingy to take some of his own.

"Is that chocolate?" Mello asked, nearly made Matt jump out of his own skin. Mello stood on his own bed, his head and arms resting on the side of Matt's.

"Yeah, but it's mine" Matt said, somewhat cocky. He was actually amazed over himself; he never thought he had the guts to stand up against Mello. The nearly kiss incident had obviously changed something between them.

"You don't even like chocolate! You're just mean!" Mello accused and furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lower lip like a child. Matt was however surprised that he didn't hit him, or at least threatened him like he used to do to the other kids. Maybe this was why he still had courage enough to keep resisting against him.

"I haven't tried in ages, maybe it'll taste good" But his voice had become somewhat uncertain, and he just couldn't look Mello straight in the eyes. Mello, who always been good at reading situations, immediately understood his advantage and began to climb up into the upper kip.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Matt uttered, obviously scared and kept his guard up. He crawled backwards until his head hit the wall with a dull thud. Mello's mischievous smile did not make Matt any calmer.

Mello decided to ignore the question and crawled up beside the redhaired boy, who did anything to keep his distance from the blond. Still quiet, he curled up beside him, resting his head against Matt's chest. Matt could swear that he could hear his throbbing heart since it felt like it would beat its way out of his skin. "I guess you're right.." Matt mumbled, in a defeated tone as he shoved the chocolate bar into Mello's hand. "I don't even like it" He tried to say, but he didn't sound convinced at all.

Mello immediately snatched the chocolate away from Matt and held it victorious in his hand as he tried to get away from Matt's chest which he was resting his head on. He soon realized that it wasn't as easy as he had thought, since he still had to hold the chocolate bar in his hand and his other hand (the one he had to push himself up with) was kind of crumpled behind Matt. Who by the way because of his half-sitting half-laying position rested all of his weight on the wall behind him – alas Mello's arm.

So when the young blond tried to straighten up himself into sitting position, he failed miserably, and instead fell into Matt's lap. The surprised Matt made a quiet yelp, and to make sure that Mello stayed in the bed he by pure reflex grabbed onto the back of Mello's shirt. The chocolate bar, however, slipped through Mello's grip over the edge of the bed and landed soon on the floor with a sharp clunk. The young teenagers breathed heavily, both trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Matt, who certainly was the more confused of the two, soon realized that Mello had his lips pressing against his thigh and felt his cheeks instantly became hot for the second time this day, completely without any idea about why. He tried to swallow, but his throat suddenly was thicker than before and he nearly choked himself while trying. In a desperate try to get away from each other, but still remain in the bed they both kind of threw themselves back, which just resulted in another awkward position.

This time Matt wasn't the one to straddle Mello's hips. In the act of throwing themselves backwards, Matt had thrown himself into the wall and then slipped down to a laying position after that Mello had in a try to escape from Matt's heath somehow ended up on top of him with his head buried in Matt's neck. This is so NOT happening Mello thought as his mind returned to his body. He did not know how to react; neither did Matt who astonished stared at the ceiling with his mouth slightly opened. They just breathed heavily for a while, neither of them wanted to make the first move. Matt caught himself thinking;

Actually, this is kind of … what's that word? Pleasurable – oh no, that might someone misinterpret… Hey, this is my thoughts!

Not any wiser than before Matt decided to leave his confusing thoughts to themselves and instead try to catch his still hurried breath. He had once again closed his eyes, when he realized staring at the ceiling really didn't help anyone (at least not himself). After a couple of minutes of just lying there, he felt how Mello's warm breath slowly faded away from his neck. He had expected the light pressure of Mello's weight to disappear too, but oddly enough it didn't. Curiously he opened one eye to catch a glimpse of Mello, and maybe get a hold of what he was doing. But what he saw made him, if possible, even more confused.

Mello's clear blue eyes, changing focus regularly not looking Matt in the eyes (or eye since he only had one opened) and half lidded. His body shifting uncomfortable, and the whole scene just yelled; Awkwardness. Matt first thought it was something wrong with his eyes, since the perspective seemed highly asquint. Then he noticed that he could feel Mello's breath against his face, and realized that Mello was leaning over him. Leaning in. Matt swallowed thickly and Mello's eyes snapped up to look at his face. A furious blush made his way up to his cheeks when his brain comprehended the fact that Matt indeed was looking at him.

Mello didn't even have to think, his body reacted on its own. Even though he blushed even worse than before, he acted a lot more determined or maybe assertive is a better word. He forcefully clenched his jaws together, his palms turned into fists against Matt's chest. When Matt felt how aggressive his roommate had become, he slowly opened his eyes and tried to say something. Probably a try to talk Mello out of kicking his ass, since Matt was one hundred percent sure that was going to happen in the near future.

"Hey, Mello.. I'm sorry it's all my fau-"

His eyes opened wide in complete shock. Mello pressed his lips hard against Matt's, their teeth's nearly crashed together. In absolute surprise, Matt found himself thinking about what an odd scene this was. Not only, they were two boys, but also his own shocked expression and Mello's tightly shut eyes and wrinkled nose.