First Kiss
"Wake up, dummy, it's time for school!" A pillow flew and hit the redheaded gamer full in the face. He sat up immediatly, getting ready to pounce on his best friend. "No, it's not either. It's Saturday. Whose the dummy now?" he asked playfully.
"You. It's a joke, you moron. So whaddya wanna do today?" The blonde twelve year old plopped down on the bed beside Matt.
"Eh . . . wanna play Sleeping Beauty?" Matt had recently been given the full collection of Disney movies from Roger for his eleventh birthday in a futile effort to get him to stop playing so many games.
Mello grinned. It was his favorite movie, and play-acting it out with Matt didn't seem like such a bad idea. "Sure." Matt's face lit up, it was so easy to make him happy. "But we gotta eat breakfast first. Do you have any chocolate left from Easter?" The redhead pulled out his last chocolate bunny from the overflowing easter baskets given out each year. Mello had finished his the first day.
"Mmm . . . thank you." Mello murmured around a mouthful of chocolate. The poor bunny now had one less ear. Matt pulled out a cherry PopTart from the drawer at the bedside table.
Cherries were just about the only sweet thing Matt could stand. He loved the smell of chocolate, loved how it looked coating Mello's lips, but couldn't stand to eat it himself.
"Okay, let's go!" Mello exclaimed, having finished off the bunny in record time - less than a minute. "All right, all right," Matt laughed, quickly devouring the rest of his breakfast. "I get to be the prince, you be Sleeping Beauty."
Mello runs his fingers through his blonde locks. "Why, cause of my hair?" Matt grins, walking out the door to the woods on the far side of the lawn. "Yeah, you look more like her!"
"I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or not . . ." Mello racks his brains, still coming up blank.
Matt suddenly stopped. "How about here?" he asked, gesturing to a clearing just far enough away from Wammy's that they wouldn't be spotted.
"Okay . . . you're Sleeping Beauty, you go lay down on that log over there. Mello obeyed, laying down and closing his eyes. And . . . nothing happens. "Matt?" he askes, sitting up only to see Matt jumping around fighting pretend demons and dragons. "Lay down, Mello! I'll be there in a minute!
Matt's "minute" turns out to be almost half an hour, and Mello drifts off into a light sleep as he waits.
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Soft lips brush his, lingering for just the right amount of time to make Mello's brain fry. He blinks his eyes, focusing on his prince charming standing above him, a triumphant smile on the lips that had just given him his first kiss.
Matt takes his hand, and Mello is convinced he's in heaven. The cool fingers, the silky skin . . . it all seems too perfect to be real.
And then Mello wakes up.