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The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
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I chuckle slightly. "Matt…"
"W-what?" He stammered.
"I see that the tent in your pants got bigger… because of the old cleaning lady…" I smirked at him.
His face flushed deep red. He looked down at his hands, avoiding my gaze. God, Matt, you are so adorable…wait! What am I thinking?! Matt is my best friend!! He's only my best friend, right? If he's only my friend, though, why did I get so pissed off when those girls were checking him out…? And why did he get a… you know… when there was syrup in my lap? And why do I suddenly have the urge to kiss him?
"Mello? Anybody home?" somebody snapped their fingers in my face. I slightly jumped and looked at the person. It's just Matt.
"What?" I replied nonchalantly.
"You were spaced out… didn't you hear my question?" His face was still red.
"No, repeat it."
He took a deep breath. His face got even redder (is that even possible?!) so it was the same color as his hair. He twiddled his fingers, looked away and avoided me. "U-um…. Well…. H-how do you get rid of it?"
"Rid of what, Matt?" I sighed. Matt looked so adorable though… he was all panicky…. Wait! No! Stop it, Mello! Matt is your best friend! FRIEND!!!
"Th-that!" Matt covered his face with his left hand and pointed downward… toward his tent. I felt my face grow hot.
God, Matty… you are too adorable…
I slapped myself across the face, gaining a weird look from Matt. My friend Matt… not… yeah.
"You could jack off… take a cold shower… or…" I paused, swallowing the spit in my mouth. "Or have somebody do it for you."
Remember how I said Matt was touchy-feely? Matt loved to touch and be touched, but if you touched him in the wrong place (like his… Urm… 'Tent' area), you could expect to be thrown out a window. That was the only spot Matt doesn't let anybody touch. Hell, I could grab his ass and he wouldn't mind. But if I- or anybody, tried touching his dick, he'd get pissy.
"Um… I think I'll take a cold shower!" He said quickly. Too quickly. "Come on, Mells!"
Matt grabbed my hand quickly. He started running towards the stairs, and I had to run so I wouldn't trip. He ran up the stairs, still holding my hand. We finally got to our bedroom without breaking any bones or anything. As soon as I shut the door behind me, Matt started stripping. I swear, the whole room went into 'heaven' mode, like in the movies when the whole scene goes all sparkly and heaven-sentish. When I looked at Matt, he sparkled. Like… like an angel. Matt was a fucking angel.
His body was perfect. No scars or cuts or anything. It was perfect. My eyes slowly linger down ward…
"Mello? Why are you staring at my dick?" Matt's voice broke through.
"Whaaaa!?" I felt my face grow hot. "I-I wasn't staring at your dick!"
"Were too." He folded his arms across his chest. "I saw you."
I didn't say anything. God, that was so embarrassing…
"I'm gonna take a cold shower and get rid of this…" He blushed. "Um… hardness…"
I sort of smirked. "Matty, do old hags do this to you?"
Matt blushed redder. "No! U-um… it was somebody else!"
Before I could form my mouth to say 'Who?', Matt had already taken off running to the door across from our bed, our shower room. He slammed the door shut, and I heard the light 'click' of the lock locking. I fully smirked. Matt was adorable. So adorable. If I were gay…
I sigh furiously, and flop onto Matt and I's bed. Am I… you know… the G-word? I mean, I got pissed when those girls stare at him, he caught me staring at his dick, and Matt just… I feel so weird around him!
Matt has a great body… so smooth and I just wanna touch… The image of Matt tied up to our bed-post, his naked body sparkling with water droplets… him whimpering 'Mello…'
WHOA THERE, MELLO!!
What kinda sick pervy fuck am I?! It's one thing to have a little crush on Matt (who doesn't?!), but to have that kind of fantasy about him!? He's not even a teenager yet, he's twelve! Isn't there some kind of law that if you do it with somebody younger than you, it's rape, even if the other is willing? But we're only a year apart… and not even a year really. Only two months apart, since I was born December thirteenth and he was born February first. It's only considered a 'year' because of fucking New Year's. New Year's day can go fuck itself for all I care.
Okay… how do you rid yourself of perverseness? Become a nun or monk right? But that means you'd have to give up on the opposite gender… what about the same gender? If I became a monk, would I have to give up on guys? Mainly Matt?
On that thought… am I gay? I still think I'm straight, 'cause I do think girls are hot. Like Kaylin (that's her alias). Kaylin has is originally Japanese, so she has straight dark-brown hair, no bangs. Her eyes are dark too. Kaylin is really hot. She's fifteen, and fourth best here. You know how they say Japanese girls have no boobs? I think Kaylin must be part American or something… they're huge! She doesn't give me the time of day though. She's basically in love with stupid Near.
And Near likes Matt. How do I know this, you ask? Well… one day, Matt got a letter. A love letter. Not something weird, he gets a lot of those. He does have the best smile. And he is the hottest guy at Wammy's. That's what the girls thought. So, yeah, he read it. The look on his face… was like… argh/grah/omigosh/ew. That made no sense… let me put it this way. He was in shock, embarrassed, slightly pissed, and kind of disgusted… AT THE SAME TIME! Hehe, sorry, I like making people feel stupid. Maybe that's why a lot of the guys here don't like me. The girls think I'm hot too, but all girls ever wanna do it talk… talk… can ya guess it? TALK! My God, I was ambushed by a pack of fan girls one time over the summer when I wasn't wearing a shirt. You know, the usual squeals, hugs, kisses against your will…. GRAH! It was unbearable! Poor Matt had twice the girls fan girl him… and poor Matt got molested by a few during the ambush. He stiffens if I even mention the word 'girls'.
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Where was I again? Oh yeah, Near liking Matt. Anyway, I asked Matt why he was having a spazz over another fan girl letter. His face got real pale, and he looked scared. He was all 'don't get mad.' And I was like, 'okay…'. So then he showed me the letter (which said 'Don't show this to Mello or tell him'! How RUDE!), and at the very bottom, it said 'Love, Near'!!!! I knew it was Near 'cause I know the dude's handwriting. Plus it reeked of Near. He's the only person I know who smells like coconut. Even the girls don't wear coconut perfume or anything. So, I had Matt confront Near when he was alone (with me watching from the shadows… Hehehe I sound evil), and it was true. Near had a crush on Matt!! That got me pretty pissy, so I kinda came out of hiding and slapped that little albino fuckturd across the face.
"-anyone home?? Mello?!" Matt's voice broke through. I shot up in our bed, running to the bathroom.
"Sorry, I was uh… sleeping." I lied. Matt bought it. He was still in the shower. It seems his 'tent' went away…
"Can ya' hand me the shampoo? I left it on the sink." Matt asked. The water was crashing down on his head like a rain storm.
"Sure," I said quickly, spinning on my heel to get the soap.
I don't remember what just happened, but I realize that I'm on the floor, and Matt was shaking my shoulder. He was dripping water all over me, so I guess he jumped out of his shower.
"Mello! Mello!" He shouted, shaking me more. "Mello, are you okay?!"
"W-what happened?" I said, rubbing my head. I winced. It hurt.
"You went to get the shampoo for me but there was a water puddle and you slipped, fell down and blacked out for a few seconds!" His eyes had worry in them. "Are you okay?! Is anything bleeding??!"
"I don't think so…" I mumbled dazedly, getting up.
Not a second after I get up, Matt tackled-hugged me. It was like a tornado hit me, and when his arms wrapped around me, it was like being squeezed to death by a snake. But oddly… it was comforting… and I loved it.
"God, Mello! You scared me half to death…" He mumbled. He was still soaked with water, and it was leaking through my clothes.
I hugged him back. Matt was worried about me! My heart flutters at the very thought. He was so amazing.
"Matt?" I mumbled into his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Take another cold shower."
"Why? I just took one."
"Your tent came back." I smirked.
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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me
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Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
GAH! Sorry for such a sucky chapter :(. Thank you to my reviewers, and to all the people that favorite/subscribed ^^. Yeah, the 30 new inboxes in my email was all for this story ^^. By the way, Mello is thirteen, and Matt is turning thirteen in the fic soon. But right now, Matt is twelve. Before you start calling me a pervert for making them this age… you must remember… you're reading it… and LIKING IT! And anyway, it's not perverted, since I am around the age of thirteen, so I am not a pedobear. Just a yaoi-obsessed fan girl xD. Oh come on, this is YAOI! You know you like it!