"When
do you think they'll find out?" Mello asked me, plopping down on
a couch in the empty lounge and pulling out a chocolate bar from
God-knows-where.
"Well, it'll only be a few years...
Maybe two or three... Hopefully four," I sighed, jumping over
the back of the couch and landing about two feet from him.
"Why
do you want it to be four?" He raised a eyebrow.
"Are
you kidding me? What do you think everyone will say? I'll have to
leave!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.
"It
won't be that bad."
"Oh, really? You know how they
bother you about looking a bit feminine? Take that, and multiply it
by a hundred," I replied
bluntly.
--
"Oh,
god... no..."
I was eleven by this time. You see, what
I was so worried about, was my reflection in my full-length mirror.
"See?" Mello muttered, sitting on the bottom bunk
in my room, with the usual chocolate bar in hand.
"No...
This isn't cool!" I stared at my reflection.
Let me
explain. I wasn't really one to look in the mirror much, so I never
really noticed when anything changed. I couldn't tell if I had a
pimple, which I only had once or twice, thank God, (I'm still female,
you know) and I never really looked at the clothes I was picking out.
And I definitely couldn't tell when anything was...erm... developing,
let's say.
"Crap..." I was getting boobs. And
girlie hips, too.
I wore a sports bra, thank goodness,
but... Under my black pajama tank top, which was kind of tight, I saw
them.
"How did I not notice these?!" I flailed my
arms into the air.
"No Idea. I just noticed them
myself. And I'm you're roommate."
He was right. You
see, It was true, when I first came I had this room to myself. And it
probably would have stayed that way, too, if I hadn't befriended
Mello. Soon, we became very close. I know what you're thinking, and
you're wrong. We were only friends. Friends.
Nothing more. Matt was pretty close to me, too. But Mello was,
indeed, my best bud. anyway, Mello used to room with Near. Whom he
loathed,
by the way. So, knowing I had a extra bunk in my room, we agreed to
ask Roger to let him room with me. Near didn't really care. He never
did. I'm just glad that Roger knew we weren't going to do
anything-ahem, I think you know what I mean by that- even when we
were older. He had doubts, for sure, but we convinced him. Mello even
stayed out of trouble for a week!! Ha, I kind of had to help with
that. And, yes, in case you're wondering, Mello is the only other kid
that knows I'm female. Well, him, and L... Who, technically didn't
really reside there anymore, but he did visit. But that's completely
off topic.
"Ugh. I hope they don't get much bigger..."
Mello stayed silent. My body stiffened, and I turned around to look
at him, a death-threat ready to send towards him.
Instead,
I found him sitting there silently, spacing out and staring at the
rising sun through the window that was starting to have ivy creep
onto it.
"Mello?" His head snapped back and he
gave me a questioning look.
He gave me a apologetic look. I
just smiled then turned back to the mirror, glaring daggers at the
reflection of my forming breasts. Damn.