Matt walked into the front hall of my house, his jaw never leaving the floor. We were greeted by Bentley again and asked if we wanted anything to eat or drink.

"Are you hungry, Matt? You haven't eaten anything all fucking day…" I pointed out.

"No, I'm fine, thanks though," he answered. I nodded at Bentley for him to be excused for now.

"Must be fucking nice!" Matt teased, shoving me playfully. I just rolled my eyes and showed him around.

"This is the front hall, well, obviously…" I started and went through all the rooms on the main floor.

"Where's your room…?" Matt asked casually. I blushed again. God! What was with all this blushing all of the sudden? I haven't felt my face this hot since I had the flu last year!

"Uh…it's upstairs," was all I said, awkwardly shifting towards the steps. Matt followed me up the grand stair case and whistled at the view when we reached the top. "My room is the first on the left," I muttered. Matt smirked at me, as if he was planning to find some dirt on me in my room or something. He made his way toward my bedroom and I couldn't help but feel nervous.

Me? Nervous? I don't fucking think so.

"Wow, Mells. You've really outdone yourself," he appraised. Did he just call me Mells? What the fuck is a Mells?

"Mells?" I wondered out loud. Matt turned around and blushed.

"Oh, sorry. Just a nickname I guess….sorry," he stuttered. I smirked at his awkwardness.

"No it's fine…I was just taken off guard. It's okay I guess," I said gesturing to my room. The walls were black, despite my parents' complaints and the curtains were red. I honestly thought it looked classy, but my parents insisted that it looked like a hell hole.

"Wow! Look at the size of this bed!" Matt sang, instinctively throwing himself on top of it. "Oh my gosh! I've never felt something so comfortable in my life! I could play video games in this bed all day if I could!"

I just stood there by my window, watching Matt gush over my stupid oversized bed. He looked happy, so who was I to stop him? He laid across it horizontally and he acted as if his mind was blown that the bed was still longer than him that way. I shook my head at his lack of knowledge about beds.

"Mello, this is awesome! I don't know how you can top this," he challenged, rubbing the mattress with wayyyy too much affection. God, you'd think he was married to the damn thing.

"Wait," I said as I walked over to him. I climbed on top of the bed with him and laid next to him. He cleared his throat at the closeness of our bodies. "It gets better."

"I don't see how!" he gasped in disbelief. I grabbed the remote underneath my pillow and pointed it at my ceiling. I watched Matt's face as my ceiling flipped itself into a giant screen TV the size of my bed itself, maybe a bit bigger. "What the hell, Mello!" he snipped, good-humoredly punching me in the arm. "Why didn't you tell me about all of this?" He continued to punch me in the arm, making me laugh at his reaction.

I started to fight back half-heartedly, not really knowing that it was soon going to turn into a wrestling match. Matt had the upper hand because he was already on his knees while I was still lying down. He tickled me fanatically. I couldn't help but laugh like a fucking idiot. I sat up and scooped his thin frame up in my arms and threw him back down on the mattress.

This time it was me who had the upper hand and you better believe that I gave it to him hard. There is no mercy when it comes to pay-back tickling.

Listen to me. I sound like a stuffed unicorn.

"Okay! O-okay!" Matt giggled. "Truce! Truce!"

I smiled victoriously. "Ding, ding, ding! And the winner is, MELLO!" I declared in my best announcer's voice. Matt hung his head in fake shame and slipped off his goggles in defeat. "But for second place, the brave Matt gets…drumroll please…A NEW CAR!" I joked. Matt looked up with a laugh. What I saw completely knocked the wind out of me and I slowly collapsed back onto my bed.

Those eyes…They were the greenest eyes I've ever seen in my life. The power they had on me with just one glance….

What the fuck is happening to me?

"Mello…?" Matt said hesitantly. I didn't answer. I just stared at him blankly, unable to look away from his eyes. Matt broke eye contact first, searching my room with those amethyst eyes of his. "Here," he said, shoving a chocolate Easter egg into my hand. I dropped it, still completely in shock.

Matt scooted closer to me, checking my temperature. I was probably boiling, not only from the tickle fight we just had, but probably from the blush that I'm sure went from my hairline to my neck.

"Mells, you're scaring me," I heard him say quietly. I felt his hands on me, quickly removing his sweatshirt from my body. I felt better temperature wise, but my mind was still whirling. "Mello, please!" Matt begged. I finally closed my eyes and quickly tried to shake the image of his eyes out of my head.

"Sorry," I mumbled tiredly, afraid to open my eyes. Matt sighed in relief and swiftly punched me in the arm. Like a real punch. I opened my eyes to glare at him but quickly regretted it when his eyes rooted me to the spot.

"What the hell! Don't scare me like that!" he said angrily. I blinked in response. I tried not to shut down under his gaze again, but I could feel it coming. Lucky for my sorry ass, he slipped his goggles back into place.

"Matt…" I started cautiously. "If I tell you something, do you promise not to get weirded out?"

What the hell am I doing? It was like I saw this train wreck coming, but I couldn't stop myself from talking.

"What is it?"

Don't you fucking say it, Mello. I swear to God, you better stop RIGHT THERE!

"Your eyes…" I began. STOP MELLO! STOP! "They are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life."

Yup. There it is. That train wreck I was talking about. I am such a fucking idiot. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? He probably thought I was a freak, just from that sentence alone.

"Nah, I've seen better," he said casually. I blinked a couple times. Did he seriously just play that train wreck as if it was nothing?

"Doubtful," I muttered. See, now why would I go and drag it out like that? Just shut UP! Shut. Up. Simple as that. "You must get a lot of girls with those eyes."

Okay. This is when I'm just going to give up on my mouth because it's obviously not listening to a fucking word I'm saying.

"Nah, not many girls at all," he laughed. I didn't understand what was so funny.

"I've never had a girlfriend," I admitted out of the blue. Why not? I seem to be just fine spewing words all over the place. Fan-fucking-tastic. "I've never really liked anyone enough to actually date them."

"Oh," Matt said quietly. I don't blame him. I was acting weird and I think even he knew it. "Well, you seem quite popular here," he offered. "You sure do have your pick with the girls."

"Yeah, I suppose." I collapsed onto my bed, staring at my TV ceiling that was now displaying a satellite view of the stars somewhere around the world. Matt collapsed next to me and let out a breath at the beauty of it all. "I'm just kinda cautious about the whole dating scene. I mean, I'm a senior in high school and I've never had a girlfriend!"

Why am I being so pathetic right now? Someone should seriously shoot me and put me out of my misery…

"I don't think it's that bad. I've never had a girlfriend either," he reassured. I looked at him with a thankful smile for trying to cheer me up.

"It's kinda hard be smart, you know? You don't really have time to learn how to talk to girl, or date them…or even kiss. It's frustrating."

"No one ever taught you how to kiss a girl?"

"Nope. My parents are rarely around. They're always away on trips of some sort. Even if I did ask my dad how to teach me any of that stuff, he would just tell me that it's nonsense I need to focus on my studies." There was a long pause before Matt responded.

"I can teach you," he presented. I looked at him in surprise.

"Really? But you just said that you've never dated anyone either."

"Right, I haven't dated a girl before, but I do know how to talk to them and I certainly know how to kiss one," he said confidently. I considered the offer. Sounded fool-proof to me.

"Sure. Throw all your best lines at me," I laughed. Matt laughed in return. The sound of it made my stomach constrict with…happiness? Seriously, what the fuck is happening to me?

"Well, first thing's first. You don't 'throw lines' at them. You respect them and make them feel like they aren't just an object. Talk to them like a normal person, like you're truly interested in what they have to say, even if you're not."

I listened to his advice and let it all sink in.

"And the kissing part?" I asked doubtfully. I wondered if he even knew how to even tell me. Maybe he just wanted to seem cool in front of me so he lied.

"Well…" he started, a huge blush forming on his cheeks. Phew, glad I wasn't the only one blushing here. Did it just get warmer in here? "You have to make sure your lips match up with theirs just right. Like a puzzle kinda…but with lips."

"I'm so not following you," I laughed. Matt shifted so he was propped up on his elbow and he rested his head on his hand.

"I guess it's harder to explain than I thought," I grumbled. "I guess it's different with each person. The first time is obviously going to be a test with the other person. Neither of you know what each other likes. It could be their millionth time kissing someone, but it's their first time kissing you and takes a couple times to get into the rhythm."

"Ugh! This this useless. What's the point? It's not like I have a girlfriend anyway. And it's not like I want one anytime soon. Besides, I'll probably be so terrible at kissing that they'll run away after the first kiss!"

"Here," he said as his finger moved my chin towards him. He slipped off his goggles and before anything could even come out of my mouth, his lips were on mine.

I didn't even know what to think at this point. Part of me screamed in anger at the assault happening on my lips right now…and then other part melted into a deep puddle of Mello-chocolate. I couldn't tell if I hated Matt or not right now for placing his mouth on mine.

Matt pulled away and looked into my eyes warily. My eyes widened and I wanted to yell at him for doing that but his eyes, once again, stopped me from doing anything.

So when he leaned in again, I didn't stop him.

A/N: Alright, there it is! I'm not putting up another chapter until I get some reviews! I really want to know what you guys think should happen next. Should Mello kick him out? Or invite him for a sleep over? Let me know!

Love,
MattXMello