-Matts POV-
I woke that morning from the sun shinning through my eyelids. After mentally cursing the sun. I decided to wake up. I stretched out the kink in my back and rubbed my sleepy eyes. "What time was it?"
I lolled my head to the right side of the room. Where my clock lives. "6:32" I cursed the clock then closed my eyes again. To early on a Saturday. I then realized I wasn't laying down. Why am I sitting up?... I jumped with a small yelp. when some one rolled slightly on my lap. Wow, forgot that part of yesterday.I calmed my frantic heart then looked down. The Blond was cuddled against my belly; with his hand clutching the front of my shirt. He was curled into a loose ball,and his knees nudged at my side.
Well, He's alive... woot woot...!
I laid there for a few more minutes. Not really wanting to get up, but to awake to go back to sleep. The sun made the blonds hair glitter;even though it was grubby. I then realized how fair skinned he was. Uncooked chicken as I ever saw
I eyed his covered wounds making sure nothing came loose. I couldnt sit no longer, so I decided to get up and start my early morning. After tucking him under the covers lightly. I took my shower slowly; letting the water cover my face. Sighing contently every other second. After I got myself shaved,dressed and all that other shiz. I wanted to make breakfast. Which is weird since I never eat breakfast. Sometimes toast or coffee, but what ever!
I just started brewing the coffee when I heard rustles coming from the bedroom. (I know your wondering how I heard this. If you knew how quiet this house was. You would understand.) I walked lightly over to my room to check on my patient. When I peeped inside; He was slightly leaning on one arm, and looking around the room with his uncovered eye. His face laced with confusion. He winced with a hiss. Then looked down at his newly found wounds. A small eep made its way past his lips. He laid face down into the bed with a mmpf noise.
"Good Morning sleepy head. Now that your awake; mind telling me what happened last night?" I said, with a cockiness oozing over my tone. I was leaning against the door frame with arms crossed.
His head moved just enough for his eye to stare at me. We starred at each other for who knows how long. Until he pushed himself up slowly; sitting on his bottom with legs to his side, knees in front of him. The blanket covered personal areas, but I didnt understand why he acted so calm when he was naked...in another dudes bed. I would be freaking out. Literally!
He tilted his head to the side; his blond hair swaying with every motion. He puckered out his bottom lip, and furrowed his brow in a questioning way. He crossed his arms abruptly with a loud huff, and tilted his head the other way. His eye got big, and round, and his mouth fell open slightly. He looked almost...childish?
"Where am I?" He asked, with a hint of fear lacing his tone. His brow furrowed in a scarred position.
"Uhm, My place. I found your scorched ass." I said, dryly. What was He playing at?
"Oh..." He looked down then back up to me.
I dont get it. Last night he had this rough, and powerful aroma about him; even though he was pitifully pathetic. Now his tone has...changed?
"Names Mail. You can call me Matt." I said, with a friendly smile.
"Im uhm...uhm...I dont know." He said with little enthusiasm while looking all around him. He childishly rolled his head in circular motions, and his body swayed with it.
"But...(huff) oh well." He said with a content huff.
I starred at him for about 10 minutes as he sat there. "What!?" I dont get it... I shook my head then walked over to him.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" I said, leaning downing into his face.
I brought up 3 fingers. He starred at my hand while swaying back and forth. His brow scrunched then un-scrunched.
"I...(huff) don't know." He said, then looked down with a pout.
I didn't know what to think at this point.
"Do you remember yesterday?" I asked, still leaning into his face.
He looked down then back to me then down again. He shook his head roughly. Blond hair everywhere.
I just sighed then laid on the bed beside the amnesia blond. "what to do?" I pushed the palm of my hands over my eyes. Forcing myself to think. Until the un-denying sound of the blonds stomach growling; woke me from my forced thoughts. I looked through my fingers. To the blond that was looking down at his empty belly. He threw his head back and looked to the ceiling. Then huffed.
I then noticed the large bump on the side of his head. AH-HA! Must be amnesia. I flopped my arms to my sides then looked over to the blond. Who was starring right back at me. With those big blue unfaltering eyes. I sighed with a half smile.
"Hungry?"
After a horrible time of giving the blond a bath, since he didn't know how to. Plus putting new bandages on, and getting dressed. I was already worn out. He sat at my small dinning table wearing one of my shirts. Which hung loosely on him. Jeans with a belt pulled to the last whole. He was so skinny! His ankles were crossed, and hands clutching the sides of the table. His head was low, and was looking around the room like a cat. He couldn't keep still though. It was either bouncing up and down in his seat or swaying his body back, and forth, or side to side. All the while, eyes watched everything I did, or just about anything. He chewed on his thumb as he watched. Breathing fast through his nostrils.
He was either an animal or a crazed child...either one. Same thing.
I laid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him, and sat down with my plate. I started eating in silence while reading one of my textbooks. I looked up to see him starring at his plate, and squirming in his seat. With a panicked expression and biting his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes.
"What? Dont like eggs?" I asked.
He stopped squirming as soon as he heard my voice. But his breathing kept going on quickly as usual. He shook his head.
"No, eggs are uhm...yum. I just uhm..." He didnt finish. He just grabbed my hand that was holding the book. He bowed his head.
"Let us pray. Bless us, O Lord, and these, thy your gifts, which we are about to receive from thy your bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen."
He then made the sign of the cross over his body. The huffed.
"Sooooo...You dont remember nothing else about your self, but you remember all that crap?!" I asked, with disbelief.
He just squirmed, and looked down at his hands in his lap.
"Eat." I said, pointing my fork at him.
He looked at me with his eyes while his head faced down. Like he wasnt confident enough to look at me. hmm? He gripped his fork and ate only a forth of what I gave wasnt much.
"Eat what I gave you." I said sternly. Like I were talking to a child. I kinda felt like I was...
He took a nibble of toast then looked back at me with a toothy grin. I just starred then rolled my eyes.
"Fine...no wonder your so damn skinny." I mumbled. I felt someone touch my hand that lay on the textbook.
"We give thee thanks, Almighty God, for all thy benefits, and for the poor souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, may they rest in peace. Amen."
I just starred while he did the cross sign again. He then looked up to me.
"Please stop." I begged.
He bit his bottom lip, and rocked back and forth. Looking all around himself.
"Hey...uhm...(huff)...Ma..Matt...why do you wear those...those...(huff)...those big round things on your face?" He asked while still watching the dust grow.
I stopped reading then looked at him questioningly.
"You mean these?" I pulled the goggles from off my head. "These are goggles." I said, handing them to him. He wouldnt take them so I laid them on the table in front of him. He laid his chin on the table to get a better look.
"Goggles..?" He said, almost sounding like he was trying the new word out.
"Why...do...do...(huff)...you wear them?" He asked, still starring with his unblinking eye.
"Because." I stated.
"Because why?" He asked, quietly.
"Because they make me look sexy." I said with a winning smile. "Ok?" I asked, giving him the dumb dumb treatment.
He nodded his head roughly then swayed side to side.
"Whats Sexy?"
I looked up, and thought a moment.
"Me." I smiled.
"Ohhhhh...(huff)..." He smiled back. Partly looking at me.
"You know..." I started. "I would like to call you by your name."
He started to get a panicky look.
"No no no! I know you dont remember. Thats cool, but I thought we could just...make up something for now." I eased.
He huffed then smiled.
"Emmmm...Alice? Wait no thats a chicks name." I barked at myself. while the blond watched me with amusement.
"Errrr...Madonna?" I laughed to myself.
"Ok uhhh...How about emmm...Mellow? I asked. He gave me a questioning look.
"Your Mellow sooo...uh...mellow will be a good name for just now." I said.
He smiled a shy smile. he opened his mouth but closed it. He then got figidity in his seat again.
"What now?" I asked with a sigh.
"Uhm...can I have a...(huff)...a pen?" He asked, innocently. Surely he wont stab me with it.
"Sure dude." I got up and grabbed a pen and handed it to him.
He smiled his toothy grin and started scribbling on his paper. I sat back down in my seat as he huffed, and made other little noises.
"Matt?" I heard the blond ask.
"Yes Mellow?"
He smiled and pushed the paper to me. I turned it around to look at the big scribbled mess.
"Mello."
I laughed inwardly then pushed the paper back to him.
"Well, its Nice to meet you Mello."