I would like to think Naively for correcting some of the German that I had forgotten about in here XD

Chapter 2

"Eifersucht"

(Jealousy)

Next morning, Matt suffered a rude six o'clock awakening, of which involved one of the counselors coming into the cabin and banging something really loudly to wake everyone up.

When Matt finally raised his head up from its comfortable spot in his pillow, he saw the other boys slowly rising, groaning irritably. So Matt wasn't the only one who hated the mornings.

Daylight was just breaking outside as Matt walked out of the cabin, closely following Mello and Emil. He didn't exactly know where his classes were, so he had to follow someone, and seeing as Mello and Emil were in all of his classes, it only made sense.

Mello didn't seem to notice his presence, though Matt saw Emil's eyes flicker back to him ever so often, giving him an uncomfortable feeling that he wasn't approved of. Matt would have given the little prick a nice hand gesture, but he knew that it probably wouldn't mean the same thing in Germany as it did back home.

Their first class was swimming, and all the boys stripped down to their shorts, immediately jumping in the pool. Matt tried to avoid staring at Mello too much.

Rather bored – and obviously alone – Matt sat on the edge and let his feet dangle in the cool water, as he watched Mello swim back and forth, he and Emil sometimes talking to each other. Matt was suddenly envious of Emil; it was obvious he was the closest person to Mello. Not to mention, their friendship seemed perfect. Matt had never had a real friendship with anyone, just girls. He had had Alex, but that was different. A lot different.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, that a sudden splash of cold water nearly caused him to fall in the pool. "Na...!" He looked wildly around and his eyes came to rest on Mello, who was just an arm's length away, laughing at the expression on Matt's face.

"Haha – kommst du dann?"

"Na? Oh, uh – that's fine," Matt replied. "I don't feel like getting wet."

"Come on!" Mello said. "It's fun."

Matt could see Emil, sulking in another part of the pool. "Really, I'm fine."

"Alright." Mello gave a small laugh. "You just look sort of depressed. Something wrong?"

"No! I uh – I'm just a little tired. Those wake up calls are hell."

"Ha, yeah – I agree with you there."

Matt was silent for a moment.

"You don't want to be here, do you?"

"Na?" Matt looked up. "Oh – eh, not really. Uncle's idea, his way for me to 'meet people'. And it's been working out great," Matt said sarcastically.

"Well, you've met me, haven't you?" Mello said with a small smile, and Matt could feel himself blushing. Why did this guy have to be so damn perfect?

"Yeah, I suppose I have." Matt managed a smile.

At that moment, a voice came from behind them, and both Matt and Mello turned to see Emil swimming up beside Mello. "What are you doing?" he asked in snappish German.

Mello responded with a roll of his eyes. "Talking to a friend, what does it look like?" he replied.

"But I'm your friend!" Emil protested.

"I can have other friends," Mello snapped. This seemed to wound the other boy slightly.

"Fine," Emil said irritably, disappearing somewhere else.

"Don't mind him," Mello said. "Emil just gets jealous easily. I'm his only friend, you see."

"Oh, yeah – it's fine. If you want to go talk to him, I don't mind."

Mello shook his head. "He'll get over it. So what were we talking about before?"

"Um – about me loathing the outdoors?" Matt prompted.

"Oh, right." Mello laughed, and Matt felt his face flush again.

"So why do you hate the outdoors?" Mello asked.

Matt shrugged. "I dunno. Just prefer inside."

"I see..." Mello said, his tone of voice amused. "Very active, aren't you?"

This time, Matt blushed from embarassment. "Ah, well – no, not really."

"Hey, that's not a bad thing." Mello gave an approving smile. "But don't worry. We have plenty of indoor activities as well."

"That's a huge relief," Matt said.

"So – what other classes do you have?"

"Um..." Matt felt his face burning. "Um...what do you have?"

"After this, I have archery, and volleyball."

"Oh, uh – me too! What a coincidence!" Matt tried to make his laugh sound natural.

Mello's amused smile suggested he had caught on, but he didn't say anything. "That's nice, then. We can talk some more. As you can see, I still have a lot of work on my English."

"Your English is good – in fact, the accent is -" Matt stopped himself before the word 'cute' could escape his lips. He spared himself by changing the subject. "You mean you'd actually want to talk to me?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're a very interesting person."

Matt gave a dry laugh. "No, I'm not."

"Well, we both have different opinions on the matter. I think you are a very interesting person."

"Don't see why," Matt muttered.

"Ah, looks like it's time for our next class," Mello announced, as people began to leave. "Kommst du?"

"Ja." Matt stood up just as Mello pulled himself out of the water.

They both grabbed towels and dried off, and Matt noticed Emil looking their way with a very displeased look in his eye.

Archery class passed by without any major problems, though Matt thought Emil looked like he might 'accidentally' shoot him with an arrow at some points.

Their volleyball class was located outside – to Matt's dismay – in the smoldering heat. He was a total klutz when it came to sports, and he knew he'd probably embarrass himself. That was the last thing he wanted to do in front of Mello – or Emil, for that matter. Especially Emil.

However, Matt knew his bad luck would betray him, and sure enough -not even ten minutes into the game- he tripped, diving for the ball, and landed flat on his face. "Shit," he muttered, pulling himself up from the ground. When he tried to stand up, however, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his right ankle, and he fell back down. "Ow..." he gave a small, irritated moan.

"Are you alright?" said a voice from above him, and next second Mello was kneeling down beside him, examining his ankle.

"Y-yeah, fine." Though when he tried to stand again, his ankle gave another painful throb and he was forced back down. Thankfully, everyone else had taken the opportunity to grab a drink.

"You might've just sprained it," Mello said, causing Matt to wince as he gingerly touched the other boy's ankle.

"Great," Matt muttered.

Mello looked like he was trying not to smile. "Well, look at it this way – you get to stay indoors."

"True," Matt agreed.

"Here." Mello wrapped Matt's arm around his neck and helped him over to a bench. "I'll go get some ice, alright?"

Matt nodded. "Thanks."

When Mello disappeared, Matt was surprised that Emil hadn't followed. Instead, the other boy stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest and an obviously irritated look on his face.

Once Mello returned with the bag of ice, Matt's ankle was feeling a little better – at least somewhat vacant of the throbbing pain that had enveloped it before.

He was able to limp back to the cabin with the other boy's help.

Emil closely shadowed Mello's every footstep, Matt noticed. Wherever Mello went, Emil followed right behind, like a leech. A really jealous leech. Every look he sent Matt's way was practically a death glare.

"How's your ankle feeling?" Mello asked, as he came back into the cabin later that afternoon, after dark had already fallen.

"Better – nothing serious, just hurts a little."

"That's good." Mello sat down on the edge of the bed, where Matt was resting, playing a DS. "They're having some stupid social-thing up there, so I thought I'd stay here for a while. Unless you'd rather be alone..."

Matt smiled. "Actually, company would be nice."

Mello moved up and sat down beside Matt on the bed, watching the events on the screen of the other boy's DS.

"So you don't like socializing?" Matt asked.

"Huh?"

"The 'social' thing – you didn't go."

"Oh, yeah – I mean, no I don't like it. You?"

Matt made a gagging noise, and Mello laughed. "I guess neither one of us are very social people, huh?"

"I've never had anyone to socialize with." Matt shrugged. "Not that I care to, anyhow." As if realizing something, Matt looked around the cabin. "Speaking of which, where's Emil? That kid usually follows you around like a leech."

"Oh, uh..." Mello gave a small laugh. "I told him I was going to the bathroom."

"Well, don't you think he'll notice if you don't come back for an hour?" Matt asked.

"Pfht. I need some time to myself sometimes. He'll get over it."

"Well, technically, you aren't spending time to yourself, if you're talking to me," Matt reasoned.

"Yeah, but you're different. It's refreshing."

"Different? You barely know me."

"True. But I can tell. Besides, Emil gets so jealous I hardly get to spend time with other people." he gave a sigh.

Matt didn't need the other boy to tell him Emil was jealous; that much was evident.

They continued talking for a while, and Matt was surprised how different Mello was from how he'd first perceived him. It was hard to explain, but the boy was so much easier to be around than anyone else Matt had ever known. Maybe even more so than Alex...

Before they knew it, a couple hours had passed.

They wouldn't have realized this, had it not been for the cabin door opening and Emil walking inside, interrupting their conversation with a poisonous glare.

"Where the hell were you?" he demanded angrily in German.

"Wherever I wanted to be, you don't have to know where I am twenty-four-seven," Mello responded.

Emil blushed slightly. "You didn't tell me you were going back to the cabin."

"I decided to come, what's it to you?"

"Nothing." Emil's hand clenched on the door. "Are you coming back?"

"Do I look like it?"

At Mello's snappish voice, Emil shrank back. "Sorry. Okay, um...I'll see you later." He turned around and went back outside.

"Uh, no offense..." Matt said. "But that was kind of mean."

"Sorry. But it just gets tiring to have someone like that following you around." Mello shrugged. "That's the only way to get him to leave."

"I guess so."

"I know you think it's mean, but if you knew him for as long as I have, you'd feel the same way. Besides, he'll be over it by tomorrow."

"Does he speak English?" Matt wondered.

"He prefers not to." Mello sighed. "Speaking of which, how much German do you know?"

"A bit," Matt said. "Why?"

"Just remember this phrase, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Fick dich."

"Fick dich?" Matt repeated. "What's that mean?"

"You don't need to know. I just have a feeling Emil will say that to you before very long..." Mello stood up from the bed. "Sorry about him, really."

"Don't worry about it."

The other boy yawned. "I'm going to sleep. It won't bother me if you keep the lights on."

"Alright."

"Goodnight."

"'Night."

As Mello went over to his own bed, Matt -instead of playing his DS- laid back and stared up towards the ceiling.

He made a note to look up 'fick dich' in a German-English dictionary sometime, though he had a feeling he knew what it meant anyhow...

Suddenly tired, he gave a yawn. It had only been a day, and it seemed like a whole week. He considered feigning a sprained ankle for the next few days so he could stay indoors, but knew he'd just end up being bored. Besides, being here wasn't so bad...after all...

-End of Chapter 2-

Author's Notes:

I actually didn't intend for Emil to become such a big part of the story when I created him... but he's turned into an official OC. I actually like him, though – I feel a bit sorry for him, after all, he's obviously crushing on Mello...(that isn't a secret). Finally, someone more clingy than Matt. Now that I'm more into the story, I'm actually getting used to the name 'Emil' for him. It suits him :)

By the way, 'fick dich' is German for 'fuck you', in case anyone didn't catch that