Heyo~ Time for number two! Here's what I'll be writing about:
5 Year Old: "You're never gonna catch me!"
13 Year Old: "You tag me and I'll rip your throat out!"
17 Year Old: "Eat dust bitches!"
Mello wasn't known as the fastest runner. No, he was one of the kids in between. Not slow, nor fast. He managed when he needed to. For the game of "tag" on the other hand, Mello couldn't manage too well. He got tired quickly, and always called "T" when the person who was "it" came by.
"Mello that's not fair!" A boy named Craig growled, panting slightly from running after him.
"Yes it is! I.. I need to tie my shoe, see?" Mello found a lame excuse, and pointed down at his untied shoe lace.
Craig shook his head and ran off. "I'll get you Matt!" He hollered, sprinting after the speedy red head.
'Why can't I be as fast as Matt?' Mello thought in envy, as he tied his shoe. 'Why can't I be that fast?' He then shrugged, and stood up. "Oh well... You're never gonna catch me.. When I'm as fast as him."
When Mello got older, he had gotten faster, but not as fast as he wanted to be. Which is why almost every game of Capture the Flag ended up like this:
Craig would run after Mello. Craig was always put as defense, and the other team always made Mello get the flag because they didn't care if he was caught.
"I.. Almost.. got you!" Craig panted, extending his arm out as Mello ran for the flags.
Mello turned his head. "You tag me and I'll rip your throat out!" he hissed, grabbing a flag and sprinting back to the boarder line. 'I'm.. I'm gonna do it!' He thought with a smirk... Until he tripped. "FUCK!" He shouted, skidding to a halt a few inches away from the middle line.
Craig walked up to Mello, chuckling softly. He put a foot on his back. "Go to jail." He pointed over to a small area where some kids were sighing in dissapointment at Mello. "It's where you belong anyways." He mumbled under his breath, taking his foot off of his back, and walking to where he was assigned to stay.
Mello instantly stood up, and football tackled Craig to the ground. "You ass!" He hissed, punching him in the upper back.
Matt saw this, and ran over to them. "Mello, get off of him!" He tried to grab Mello from behind and pull him off of Craig. "Come on, Mell.."
Mello instantly got off of Craig. "Sorry Matt.."
"S'okay." Matt walked over to Craig and helped him up. "You alright?" He asked, gazing into his eyes.
Mello instantly felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Craig's face redden. The other boy nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"No problem. Are you sure? The back of your neck looks pretty bruised up." Matt observed, tilting Craig's neck.
"Oh no, that was from yesterday when Mello beat me u-" Craig was in the middle of saying before Mello pushed him.
"What a joker! Me, beating him up.. HAH!" Mello smiled awkwardly.
"If you say so, Mell."
Mello was finally as fast as Matt. What he'd wanted to be his whole life at Wammy's; other than be smarter than near, which he still had to achieve.
"Eat dust bitches!" He laughed, running back over the line with a red flag. He noticed that there was only 1 red flag left, and 1 blue flag left. He'd have to act fast to get the red flag! He dashed over the line and to the small hoop that had the flag in it.
Matt saw Mello running for the flag, and smirked. No, he's not getting away with that. He thought, before chasing after him at full speed and tackling him.
"Good try." he chuckled, rolling the blonde over and pinning him down.
Mello blushed. "Alright, you don't have to hold me down.. I'll go to jail, I promise."
Matt grinned, and shrugged. "How do I know that you won't break that promise?"
Mello shook his head. "I just don't do that.. Shake on it, or something?"
Matt thought for a second, frowned. "No.. Lets kiss on it."
Mello's eyes widened. "Wha.. WHAT?"
Matt didn't give him too much time to protest as he grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him passionately.
The people around them stopped, and stared. Only Linda, in the background ran; she was getting a tissue for her bleeding nose.
When the kiss ended, Mello sat there, wide eyed, and red faced, while Matt chuckled. "Okay. I believe you. Go to jail."