Hey kids! Wasn't that a nice break? No? Yeah, I didn't enjoy it either... :(
Anyways! Expect the next chapter by the end of the week! d=(´▽｀)=b
Here's Matt and Mello's second date! Enjoy! °˖*◝(⁰▿⁰)◜*˖° (Those are my sparkles :3) Oh and in case you haven't noticed, this story is completely AU and quite OOC.
Matt: Hello :)
Mello: Well hey there. What's up?
Matt: I'm bored :'(
Mello: Oh, you poor thing. (:
Matt: I don't like working. My table is full of assholes and the bartender is hitting on me again. :(
Matt: And he's old and fat. D:
Mello: Heh, tell him you have a boyfriend.
Matt: I did! He won't leave me alone! Save meee!
My Boyfriend: Where's your restaurant?
Matt: Are you serious? XD
He's Serious: N e thing 4 u babes. ;P
Matt: Oh my god! X3 My hero. But never text like a teenage girl ever again, ever. -_-'
Hero: Hee hee! Tell him your boyfriend is a possessive Russian with a bad temper.
Matt: Ooh, sexy. ;)
Matt: Ew! He groped my fucking ass. Creeper. T-T
Sexy Russian: Tell your boss you're getting sexually harassed.
Matt: Can't. He's worked here for years and he's all buddy-buddy with my boss. Damn favoritism.
Sexy Russian: Poor puppy. We'll have to go out again to cheer you up. I'll buy again.
Matt: Hey, I do have some pride you know. (And I'm not talking the rainbow kind.) It's my turn to buy. Want to come over to my place and eat shitty take-out?
Buying Again: Ha, I would love to. :P When would you want me?
Matt: All the time.
How About Right Now: Geez, you're making me blush. ^_^; I meant to come over.
Matt: Uh, tonight? :)
Sexy Russian: I can't tonight. I'm free on Saturday though.
Matt: That's a better idea. Then I can clean up.
Matt: Oh shit, boss alert. Got to go cater to the assholes. I'll text you when my shift is done?
Mello: Please do. Be good ;)
Matt: NO! :D
Mello: So cute. :3
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"Hello?" Matt's voice was crackly through the speaker in his apartment.
"Hey. It's me." I shuffled awkwardly as the couple behind me stared at me, waiting their turn.
"Oh! Okay, come on up." He buzzed me through, and I sped-walked away from the couple. They were making me really freaking uncomfortable.
When I got to Matt's apartment, I stood nervously in front of his door before knocking. I waited a moment, heard a thump and a muffled 'Mother fucker!', and then Matt pulled the door open, his hair messy and goggles over his eyes.
"Heh, sorry. I tripped over the fucking bench. I hate that bloody thing sometimes. Come in." I stepped into the apartment, Matt closing the door behind me. There was a small hallway with a closet where I hung my coat and placed my boots on the floor. Matt pushed me gently into the apartment, past a bench with a few burlesque magazines on it, his hands on my lower back. "This hallway always makes me claustrophobic."
"Do I get a grand tour?" I asked, humor apparent in my voice. He breathed a laugh.
"Eh, why not?"
The hallway led into a living room with a loveseat and a coffee table. No TV. There were some books piled beside the couch and under the table though. There was a black rectangular thing on the table, a toy mouse on the floor, and a calico kitten curled up on the back of the loveseat.
"Xiao, get off the couch! Jesus." He picked up the kitten and placed it on his shoulder. "So this is the living room. Uh, it's not, um, fancy or anything." He started walking, and I followed him to the kitchen, which was a small room with a sink, an oven, a microwave and two bowls on the floor, one with cat food and one with water. One of the cupboards was missing a door. It wasn't messy or dirty, in fact, it was rather clean. It was just empty. "Yeah, the kitchen is worse." He mumbled, and when he turned around he was blushing. "Uh, the bathroom and my bedroom are over there..." He picked up the kitten again from his shoulder and held it to his chest. "And this is the new kid. Found her in a box on the street. I took her to the vet a while ago and she's healthy." He scratched behind her ear affectionately. "I was going to sell her, but she's so damn cute. Plus, she's a good girl and she's already fixed." I smiled and scratched under her chin.
"Hello." I greeted her. She mewed in acknowledgment. We laughed. "She's kinda small to be fixed, isn't she?"
"She's a runt." Matt placed her on the table and she pounced off of it, landing on the mouse. She hugged it with all four legs and laid on her back. "Weirdo." Matt chided gently, flopping onto the loveseat. I sat down beside him, moving my legs onto his lap. He looked over at me and I touched his goggles, fingering the strap in his bright red hair.
"I have two questions." I informed him.
"Shoot." He laughed.
"Why the goggles? You weren't wearing them the last time we went out." He pulled them off, letting them hang around his neck.
"I don't like my eyes." He said, making a face. I was surprised.
"What!? Why not?" He shifted around uncomfortably.
"Just don't." He mumbled. "They make me look like a girl." I couldn't help myself. I snorted. "Why are you laughing at me?" He sounded hurt, pouting at me.
"I look way more girlish than you do, and I don't even wear makeup!" He shoved me gently, laughing.
"I'm not wearing makeup!" I brought my head forward leaned my head against his shoulder. His breath caught. "Uh, what was your second question?" I dragged my lips up to his neck, nuzzling under his jaw with my nose.
"Do you dye your hair?" He laughed breathlessly.
"Nope. All natural." Matt let me touch his hair, pressing my mouth to his neck. I ran my fingers through the shorter hair at the back, pulling gently at the roots.
"It's so bright." I pulled back to look at him, and found him leaning his head into my hand, his eyes falling shut. "You okay?" I asked, bringing my other hand into his hair.
"Huh?" His eyes fluttered open. "I'm fine. That feels really good though." I tilted my head to the side.
"What does? Touching your hair?" I ran my hands through his hair again, watching his eyes shut and a shiver run through him.
"Yeah." He said softly, his tone making my stomach twist. I rubbed behind his ear tenderly, the fingers of my other hand brushing the nape of his neck.
"What do you do for entertainment?" I asked, playing with the ends of his hair. Matt opened his eyes again, giving me a hot, hazy look.
"Why? Am I boring you?" I smiled.
"No." He perked up suddenly, shaking the hot look from his eyes and taking my hands out of his hair, crossing his legs and facing me.
"I have an idea." He held my hands, tugging me to get me to face him properly. I draped my legs over his knees, my heels touching his lower back.
"Okay, what is it?" I admit I was intrigued.
"Twenty questions." He continued before I could interrupt, leaning forward out of excitement. "I want to know you. And we talked mostly about me the other day." He pouted adorably, giving me the biggest puppy eyes I've ever seen.
"Holy shit, you're cute." I laughed, leaning forward to touch my forehead to his. "Ugh, okay fine. But if I'm not comfortable answering a question, can I skip it?" He nodded excitedly.
"Of course. Okay, let's see..." He narrowed his eyes in concentration. "What's your favourite childhood memory?" I smiled slowly.
"Oh, god." I laughed. "Hmm... Oh, I know." This was one thing I didn't have to lie about, at least. "Alright, I was maybe five or six at the time, and I got this battery-powered car for my birthday. It was made of plastic, and none of the buttons did anything, but it was the coolest thing I owned." Matt laughed softly. "I was obsessed with it; rode it everywhere I went, drew pictures of it and everything. Anyways, I was driving around our driveway outside the house, when this dog got loose across the street. I wanted to help catch it, so I started driving my car across the street to help, but I was distracted so I didn't notice the real car coming towards me." Matt gasped, a worried look clouding his features. "And right before the car hit me, my mom came out of nowhere and grabbed me out of my car. She fell over onto the sidewalk, and I started bawling. But she saved my life." Matt tilted his head to the side, giving me a cutely confused look. "What's wrong?"
"That's your best childhood memory?" I looked down at our hands, squeezing his fingers.
"She died a month after that. It's my most vivid memory of her." I glanced up at him and found him nodding. He smiled at me.
"Fair enough." He was quiet for a moment, thinking. Suddenly, a wide, goofy smile spread across his face. "If you were a waiter, and you were serving a rude customer, would you spit in their food?" I made a face.
"Probably not. I've never been a waiter though. There must be a line that gets crossed. Have you ever spat in someone's food?" He grinned evilly.
"Never fuck with someone who's handling your food." I leaned back, pretending to be disturbed. "Anywho!" He beamed at me in an innocent way. "If you could have dinner with any three people from any time, who would it be and why?"
"Umm... Oh! Tom Chaplin, from Keane. He's sexy as fuck and sings like an angel." Matt laughed, looking surprised. "Alfred Pennyworth, from Batman. That man's a fucking badass. And Robert Downey Jr, so I can seduce the pants off of him."
"Oh my god!" Matt said while laughing. "I didn't think you'd know the band Keane."
"They're brilliant." Matt moved closer to me, playing with my hands.
"Um... What kind of music do you like?" I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the right side of his neck, (My right) making him tilt his head to the side.
"Anything really, except for country. But I think I prefer rock and metal." Matt laughed, then sighed lightly as I nibbled between his neck and shoulder.
"Why am I not surprised?" A low moan left his lips as my tongue traced the bites I left behind. "F-favourite colour?" He managed to get out, one hand resting on my shoulder as I leaned forward to kiss along his collarbone, pulling the neckline of his shirt to the side so I could have access to more skin.
"Black." I answered against his shoulder.
"Tha-that's not a c-colour. Mello, stop. I'm trying to talk." His complaint was broken by giggles at the end, making me smile against his skin.
"You're doing great so far. And green." He whined in distaste, but didn't say anything as I made my way across his collarbone to his other shoulder, merely tilting his head the other way.
"Um... Mm, that feels nice." My mouth had worked up to his jaw line, and was moving towards his ear. "Y-your first time... What was their name?" I tugged lightly at Matt's earlobe with my teeth, pausing to think.
"Hmm, I can't remember." Matt pulled back to look at me, giving me a disbelieving look.
"Really? Well, what did they look like?" I bit my lip as I thought back, pressing one more kiss to Matt's neck before straightening up.
"It was a boy. I think he was a few years older than me. I was sixteen. He had short brown hair, like this," I motioned with my right hand around my head, then took his hands again, intertwining our fingers. "And... Brown eyes?" I paused to think. "I wasn't really looking at his eyes." Matt blushed. "I was kind of a slut when I was younger." I admitted. "I was a bit of an attention whore, and I liked the power. I slept with a few people, mostly to get a reaction out of my dad." I sighed, looking at our hands in my lap. "I wish I hadn't though. I would have liked to be able to have something... Special." I turned bright red, feeling awkward suddenly. "Ugh, that sounds like something a teenage girl would say." Matt laughed softly.
"That's okay." He leaned down hesitantly, softly pecking my burnt shoulder. I shuffled uncomfortably. Matt let go of my left hand, touching the scarred left side of my face gently.
"Matt..."
"What's your favourite part of yourself?" He asked, using the same hand as before to stroke the normal side of my face with his knuckles, making me blush. "And if you say your dick, I'll sack you." He deadpanned, dropping his hand onto my leg. I laughed loudly, the tension being broken.
"I think..." I paused, tugging at a lock of my hair. "I think my stomach. Just- this area." I motioned around my torso. "Or this half of my face." I covered my scar, and lifted our intertwined right hands to touch my face. Matt pulled my hand away, showing my scar.
"Why not all of your face? You're beautiful." I blushed wildly, making Matt smile. I made an uncomfortable noise and looked away, letting Matt lean his head against my shoulder. He pulled me closer, until I was sitting in his lap, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What would you do if I told you you're not supposed to touch the person you're with on the second date?" I asked out of curiosity. Matt looked up at me with horror and confusion in his eyes.
"You're not!? But-" I laughed and slung my arms around his neck.
"I'm kidding, don't worry." Matt made a distressed sound and leaned his head against my chest.
"Can we split the questions? So I have ten and you have ten?" I chuckled and played with his hair.
"Sure." He nuzzled against my chest.
"I have one more left then. Okay..." His hands rested on my hips, making me shiver. "Hm... Oh, do you have any siblings?"
"Nope, I'm an only child. I wish I did though. I wish I had an older brother." I paused. "Or an older sister. I don't discriminate." As long as they could take my place... Matt smiled and leaned back against the couch, releasing my hips.
"Okay, I'm satisfied with your answer. Your turn." I smirked and moved to sit beside him on the couch, my lower back leaning against the arm rest with my legs crossed.
"Do you have any siblings?" I asked, tugging at a lock of my hair. Matt nodded, a sad smile spreading across his face.
"Yeah... A younger sister. Her name's Erin." He laughed softly. "She'd be... Seventeen right now, but she'll be eighteen soon. She's awesome; you'd love her." He looked at his lap for a moment, smiling, but not saying anything. "She's..." He sighed, looking horribly sad all of the sudden. "Yeah, anyways. Continue." We sat in silence, Matt glancing up at me and offering me a shy smile.
"Why does talking about your sister make you so sad?" His smile slipped away, and he looked away, biting his lip.
"I... I don't feel comfortable... Answering that question right now." His voice got steadily quieter until I could barely hear him. "Maybe later on?" I nodded in agreement.
"Okay. Um, so what's your favourite movie?" Matt brightened up, looking back at me with an adorable smile on his face.
"Tarzan!" I almost pissed myself laughing.
"Really!?" He giggled.
"Why yes." I shook my head, smiling.
"Okay then. Who was your first time and what did they look like? And that's one question, by the way." I smirked. "It can take the place of the one you didn't answer." He snorted cutely, pulling his knees to his chest.
"His name was Oliver." He said, drawing circles on his knee in a cute, nervous way. "He was my boyfriend in high school, but we were keeping it a secret. His parents didn't approve of homosexuality either." I nodded in an understanding way. "He had longish dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was fairly handsome." He paused for a moment, chewing his lip. "It wasn't... Well, it wasn't my idea. He wanted to. And it didn't exactly feel good." He grimaced at the memory. "But it was still sex, so it still counts." He sighed. "I agree with you." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"About what?" He grinned sheepishly at me.
"I wish I could have had something special too, or at least pleasurable." He crinkled his nose slightly, hiding behind his knees. "I've never told anyone about this before." I smiled genuinely at him.
"Well that makes me feel special. Careful, or I might get a big head." He giggled lightly, tilting his head to the side and smiling at me while I continued interrogating him. "And the 'about what' didn't count as a question." He nodded in agreement. "Okay, so when did you get into dancing?" Immediately, his entire entity seemed to change. The boy in front of me looked unfamiliar. He was excited and endlessly happy; full of life. He sat up straighter and crossed his legs, his body language open and fearless.
"We took Erin to see a ballet when we were younger." He started. "I was six and she was four. And oh, Mello..." His expression turned to one of bliss, making me smile. He leaned forward to grab my arm, moving close to me again. "It was so beautiful. I can't remember exactly, of course, but I remember that it was wonderful." He closed his eyes for a second, smiling. "They looked so free. And I wanted to feel that way too. I started dancing at home, mostly to entertain Erin, but Mum said I was a natural. I started lessons at a local rec center, where it was free so Mum didn't have to worry about that." He exhaled dryly, laughing slightly. "Shit, it was hard work- ballet is strenuous- but it was worth it." I laughed happily at his expression. He seemed more relaxed after talking about dancing. His smile had my heart doing back flips. What is it about him that has me feeling like this?
"What kinds of dancing can you do?" He blushed, scratching at his knee.
"Well, a bit of everything I guess, but I don't do ballet as much anymore. I don't have the muscle for it. Mostly, I do contemporary, which is really stereotypical of me, but I find it's the most expressive; and I'm flexible enough to do it." He laughed. "I used to do a lot though: Ballroom, hip hop, jazz and acro." He scrunched his nose. "I sound like an arse, don't I? I'm really not that good." I rolled my eyes.
"You're being modest." I insisted. I really wanted to see him dance. "Do you have any allergies?" He smiled sheepishly, scratching behind his head.
"Well, I'm ginger, so I'm pretty much allergic to the sun... Unless I swim in a pool of sun block beforehand." I laughed, and he smiled at me. "Naw, I'm just joshing with you. No, I don't have any allergies." I moved closer to him, leaning forward a bit.
"How long do we date each other before I can call you pet names?" Matt blushed, and looked down, playing with his fingers.
"Oh, um... However long you want to, I guess." I smiled and scooted closer so our knees were touching.
"Expect it soon, then." I purred. He giggled shyly, reaching out to touch my knee. I placed my hand over his and intertwined our fingers, kissing his hand gently. He went bright red. "How many boyfriends have you had in your life?" I asked, kissing the second knuckle of his index finger. He smiled.
"Four, including you. One in primary school, one in third year, one who I broke up with a few months ago, and now you."
"I thought you dated that guy Oliver in high school?" I was confused. "And that doesn't count as a question." Matt nodded.
"We didn't have sex until we were sixteen though."
"You were dating him since you were ten!?" Matt snorted and burst out laughing.
"NO!" He laughed for a long time, making me feel embarrassed. "I'd be fourteen in third year! You're thinking American school years." He shook his head in an amused way. "Silly American." He joked. I pouted, and he squeezed my hand.
"Okay, last question. Does my accent make me sound stupid?" He laughed again, but shook his head.
"No, you're fine." He giggled lightly, shifting closer until I pulled him into my lap. He slung his arms around my neck loosely. "I feel very comfortable with you." He admitted. I felt myself blush.
"I feel comfortable with you, too." Matt smirked and climbed off of me, scooping his cat up with one hand on his way to the kitchen.
"What would you like for dinner? We have Chinese, Thai, Italian or another Chinese/Japanese place." I followed Matt into the kitchen, looking through his cabinets for a glass.
"Whatever you're in the mood for." I replied, finally locating a cup and getting some water from his tap. He stood with one hand on his hip, looking at the menus held onto his fridge with various magnets. His cat was in his other hand, rubbing against his chin and neck affectionately. I placed my glass in the sink when I was done drinking, leaning against the sink to watch Matt. He sighed and pulled a menu off the fridge, setting it on the counter along with his cat and pulling out his cell phone.
"Thai it is." He said just loud enough for me to hear. I squeezed his hip as I passed him on my way to the living room, picking up his cat as I passed.
"Sounds good." I murmured, holding the cat in front of me with two hands and letting her lick my nose. "Ugh, cat tongue." I complained, tucking her against my chest as I sat down. Matt laughed from the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and smiling at me. I grinned innocently and made a face as Xiao rubbed against my cheek. Matt smiled and was about to say something when his attention was pulled to the phone he was holding.
"Oh, yes I'd like to place an order..." He paused for a moment, biting his lip, and then rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's fine." He stepped back into the kitchen. "Hey, Mello." He called. I got up off the couch and joined him, coming up behind him and resting my head on his shoulder. "What do you want?" He reached behind him to touch my head. "I'm on hold, so you have a while."
"I don't care. I'm not picky." I watched him circle a few things, pausing as if waiting for any objection. He had good taste.
"Yeah, I'm here." Matt said into his phone. He listed the things he circled, then thanked the guy on the phone. He hung up and turned to face me, making me freeze as those eyes met mine. "You only asked me nine questions." Matt said gently, leaning against his counter. I smiled.
"Yeah. I'm saving my last one for later." He gave me a suspicious look, then pushed against my stomach to walk into his living room.
We talked about video games while we waited for our food. Apparently, Matt adored them, but had to leave his consoles behind when he came to America. He had stolen his DS from his ex. I laughed for four minutes straight when he told me his reason: revenge.
"He was a total arse." He told me as an explanation, but wouldn't comment further. "And it's a good distraction when I'm bored." Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of food. Matt went down to get our order, blowing me a teasing kiss as he slinked out the door. I felt myself blush, and made a face at Xiao when I turned around to find her staring at me.
"What do you want?" I asked her. She, of course, didn't answer. What with being a cat and all. I sat on the couch and she climbed onto my lap, rubbing her head against my chest.
"You know," I started speaking quietly, petting Xiao's head. "I didn't believe in love at first sight. I thought it was stupid. Superficial." I scratched behind the small cat's ear. "And to be honest, the first time I saw Matt, love wasn't really on my mind, but..." I grinned to myself. "But I really like him. So get used to me being here. And talking to you." I paused, staring at the cat's wide green eyes. "I'm talking to a cat. Wow. That's a new all-time-low for me." Xiao mewed in displeasure when I stopped petting her. "Sorry." I mumbled, resuming my stroking. And now I'm apologizing. What the fuck has gotten into me? Just then, Matt walked in with a huge bag of take-out, the door swinging shut behind him. He kicked off his shoes, smiling at Xiao and I, and moved into the kitchen. I put the cat on the ground and followed him, my stomach growling.
I ran my hand over the bald patch on top of my head, sighing to myself. My blue eyes followed my hand as I pulled at a lock of hair, gently enough so that it wouldn't pull out. The picture I sent him last week was old. He would be upset if he knew my hair was starting to fall out again; he always loved to braid it. When it grew back after the first time it fell out, he used to braid it all the time to hide the small patches where it didn't quite grow back right. He knew all different kinds of braids. Fishtail braids, Reverse braids, French braids, Inside-out French braids, Dutch braids, Double braids, Four-strand braids, Five-strand braids... He could do it all. He could never do it with his own, so I let him do it with mine. It killed me though, knowing that he'd probably never be able to do it again. I'd be bald again soon enough. And after that, who knows how long I'll have left?
It's funny how the smallest things in life were the ones you miss the most.
It was just hair. That's what all the doctors told me the first time, and I cried. That's what they told me when I woke up to chunks of my soft hair staying behind on my pillow. Now that I had gotten used to it, I could agree with them. It was never a question of vanity.
I knew he wouldn't really care how I looked. He always told me that I was beautiful. But it was just another sign that I'm on my last life. That I'm running out of time.
That thought alone could kill me, if I wasn't already dying.
"I kissed a girl once." Matt choked on his glass of juice, his eyes widening comically.
"WHAT?" I practically rofl'd, handing him a napkin to wipe his mouth with. "That's the grossest thing you've ever done?" He asked when he recovered. We had started up another game of twenty questions, sitting on his living room floor and eating Thai food.
"Yep. I had her pretend to be my date before I came out to my dad. I kissed her to make it seem more real. She had a fuck-load of lip gloss on." I made a face. "It was nasty." Matt wrinkled his nose cutely.
"Ew. Well that's the end of my questions." He leaned back against his couch, his arms spreading above his head and back arching as he stretched. "What would you like to do now?" He asked, staring at me innocently and playing with his fingers. Fuck, he's so cute. I thought. I glanced down at my phone, noting the time.
"I should be getting home, actually." I sighed regretfully, getting to my feet. "We both have work tomorrow." Matt's face fell slightly, but he nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, you're right." He jumped gracefully to his feet and I helped him tidy up our dinner mess. He followed me to the front of his apartment, leaning against the wall while I got my stuff together. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, pausing before turning to face him. Matt leaned against the door frame, bracing himself with his right forearm pressed against the door frame above his head, and his other hand holding on to the opposite side of the frame near his hip. His legs were crossed at his shins, his right hand playing absently with his hair. He was looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, and it was making my knees weak. I took a light breath, gathering courage to talk, and he beat me to it, tilting his head as he murmured, "You still have a question left over from before, if I remember correctly." He smirked as I smiled and stepped closer, resting a hand on one of his hips.
"You remembered correctly." I assured him. "Matt..." He tilted his head up, our breaths mingling.
"Yes?" He whispered.
"Can I kiss you?" His breath caught, and he closed his eyes with a smile. One of his hands rested on my arm.
"Are we allowed to kiss on the second date? We might need a third one." I laughed and brought one hand up to the back of his head, touching our foreheads together.
"We'll definitely have a third one." I murmured reassuringly. "But we're allowed to kiss now if you'd like. Only if you want to though." He chuckled softly, the hand on my arm flexing eagerly.
"Please kiss me." Matt whispered. I smiled and shivered lightly, tilting my head down. I pecked lightly at his mouth, blushing for no reason.
Matt's lips were the softest lips I had ever kissed. I pressed my own to them gently, parting mine slightly. Matt pulled at my arm and reached up on his toes to meld our mouths together properly, his other hand coming up to tangle in my hair. We kissed for a minute, Matt's tongue running across my bottom lip and my hand running through impossibly soft red hair. I pulled back to breathe before his tongue could slip into my mouth, gazing down at his beautiful eyes while he panted lightly.
"Wow." I breathed. Matt laughed breathlessly, tugging me close to press himself against me.
"I have to agree with you." He sighed, kissing my jaw fleetingly.
"So we're definitely having a third date. I've decided." He laughed again, making me smile. He had a wonderful, light laugh, full of joy and slightly husky.
"Oh, have you?" He giggled and pushed me away playfully. "You get to buy next time." I stepped back and bowed with a flourish of my hand, smiling up at him.
"It would be my honor." He looked away while he laughed again, blushing. I straightened up and stole another kiss from his ridiculously soft lips, touching a lock of his even softer hair. It was like silk under my fingertips. "I should be going now." I said quietly, kissing his temple.
"You should..." He agreed, placing a hand on my stomach as he turned his head to kiss me again. I returned the kiss with a peck on his cheek.
"I'll see you soon." I assured him, taking the hand he had spread out on my stomach with the one I had been using to play with his hair. "I'll call you when I get back to my place." I promised. We kissed briefly once more before I started walking down the hall, looking back at him to find Matt touching his lips, smiling adorably.
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I stood still for a moment, touching my mouth absently. Mello...
"Hot damn, Matt." I jumped as my neighbor diagonally across the hall from me spoke, leaning against her door. "It's about time. How long were you single after Mason? I go to take out the garbage and find you making out with some hottie. Who is he?" My friend Misa smiled and waggled her eyebrows at me, causing me to roll my eyes at her.
"His name's Mello." I supplied.
"One nighter or...?" She trailed off hopefully. I grinned and touched my lips again.
"I think this one's going to stay for a while."
"YAY! Matty has a new boyfriend!" She yelled happily. I rolled my eyes and went back into my apartment. Misa could be a bit annoying. I smiled to myself, scooping up my little kitty and plopping down on the couch. Being with Mello always left me with a nice fuzzy feeling. I've never had that feeling with anyone else before, so it was strange to me, but quite pleasant. Though we had only known each other for a few days, I felt really comfortable with him, and I felt drawn to him. He interested me. And it felt like he was genuinely interested in me as well. It seemed like the start of a good relationship. Hey, relationship. I wasn't used to that word. Relationship. Sounds nice. Formal,
But nice.