I struggled as much as I can as my "kidnapper" lifted me onto his shoulders. Whoever this guy was, he must be pretty strong. Or, I'm as light as a feather. But my weight was the least of my problems. I know it's not Mello because he doesn't smell like chocolate.

If there's anything that scared me more than being kidnapped, it's being blind-folded, gagged, and kidnapped. At least I'm not tied up- oh, no wait a minute. Let me take that back. He's tying me up right now. And don't get me wrong, being tied up and blindfolded is like, one of my greatest erotic fantasy. In fact, if this were any other day, I'd probably be aroused but don't tell Mello I said that.

He's probably the culprit here and I'd be more than willing if he wants to do something kinky some other time. I still haven't gotten over the whole issue. Although, I have to admit that he's doing a pretty good job of convincing me to forgive him. With the poems and stuff. I mean, come on. I'd have to be a rock to not appreciate what he's done so far.

"Can you at least take this blindfold off?" is what I tried to say but instead it came out like, "cnm mff hfff mmn nmfm mmf?" stupid gag.

He placed me down on the ground then I heard a door close and the lock click. I swallowed the lump in my throat. This is really getting scary. He hasn't said anything yet since he dragged me off. Heck, I don't even know if he's really a guy. He might be some muscular girl I haven't met yet.

The mysterious kidnapper finally removed the cloth inside my mouth a few moments after he closed the door.

"Well that was really nice of you," I said. "And the blindfold too, please? You can leave my arms tied behind me, though. It's kinda sexy." I joked; I'm sensing he's not amused. Boo. Then he left me there. He stepped away to some other corner and said absolutely nothing.

The silence was killing me so I had to talk. "Hey, you're not going to rape me are you? You're probably not intending to do that since I'm not naked yet… Or you're just waiting for your gang of other men who have the hots for me. Just please tell me you're not some psycho person who randomly kidnaps redheads of my age and does nothing to them so I can be tied up here in peace."

"I'm not."

"Not a rapist or a psycho person?"

He didn't speak again for the next 20 minutes until someone knocked on the door. I heard him open it and someone stepping inside.

"Thanks. You can leave now." Mello!

I want to scream his name so bad. Every inch of my body wants to reach out to him and be wrapped in his chocolate-scented embrace. I want to touch his blonde locks and claim his lips again. It sucks because I can't. I want to talk to him and hear him whine and get frustrated over the silliest things but I can't because I'm still mad at him.

Okay, so confession time. Being tied up for 20 minutes had me reflecting on everything that happened this morning. I guess I'm being overdramatic about all this stuff. He probably didn't mean to call me a bitch in a super offensive way. He's Mello. He can cuss away 120 km/h. If you can measure cussing in that way. However, I know why I was angry. I know why it hurt when he said that. And it's not because of the b word. It's not because of my broken PSP either, which I have to replace as soon as possible. Those were just little bits that contributed to the main reason.

I got mad because this morning made me realize how serious I am about Mello. He's bossy and proud and don't even get me started with his mood swings. His addiction to chocolate is at the same level as my addiction to video games. It's because of all these things that makes him who he is and I can just be myself around him. He's not sweet all the time, but he has his moments. This morning made me feel like he just doesn't care. About me, about how I feel, about our relationship. He's gotten used to me agreeing to everything he says and doing everything he asks me to. Too used to it that he has started treating me less like a lover and more like… I dunno, a roommate that sleeps with him? How do I even describe our current situation?

"Sorry about this. Wasn't my idea." He said as he took off my blindfold and restraints. I rubbed my slightly sore wrists and stretched out my arms. My eyes were on the ground, avoiding eye contact with him even though I was wearing my goggles. We were inside the gym storage room.

"I just want to talk to you properly, okay?" He sat down on the ground beside me.

"Then talk." I said.

"Uhh, well. I'm sorry for what I said. I figured it out. It's why you're mad, right?"

Should I record this or something? He's actually apologizing. I swear, besides the headaches and the drama, this fight has resulted into nothing but good things. First, he started being sweet and now he's saying sorry out loud? My o my.

"Why aren't you like this more often?"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know. Sweet, calm, sincere, and… did I mention calm?"

"What? What are you even talking about? Are you saying I haven't been sincere enough is that it? You want me to write you love poems and give you roses everyday?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying, but that last part doesn't sound too bad. Anyway, no. I mean sincere like you actually care about this relationship." I swear I'm going to regret what I'm saying later. "I don't want to sound like an attention seeking brat, but yes, I want some attention. Actually, scratch that. I want to feel, Mello. Feel that what's going on between us is not just something wherein the only proof I have of you loving me is our sleeping with each other. And that's not really a decent proof now is it?"

I faced him to see his expression. His brows were furrowed as if what I had just told him was in Chinese. "This is why you're upset?" He asked accusingly. "Are you fucking kidding me, Matt? Give me a break! How long have we been friends? You know me better than this."

"That's exactly my problem here, Mello! When are you going to realize that we're not just friends anymore? We are so past that line! And yet you still treat me that way."

"Then what do you want me to do, huh? Let's get this over with, Matt. Just tell me what the fuck you want me to do because I am so done with fighting with you."

Wow. Thanks for making me feel like wanting to jump off a cliff. Someone just shoot me already.

"Fine. Then we're done fighting. We're done too. But it probably won't make any difference." I stood up and started to walk away. I didn't wait for him to reply because I was right. It won't make any difference whether we're together or not. Actually, I think we're better off not together. There'd be less drama that way. At least we wouldn't be fighting like this anymore.

"Matt-", he gripped my arm and made me turn to him. "What are you-"

I just looked at him, my lips tense, hoping he'd get the idea that I don't want to talk anymore. I have nothing more to say to him. I walked away once he let go of me and went back to our room. I'm not gonna cry. I've already acted way too much like a girl today and I'm done. I'm just gonna sleep because sleeping is the solution to problems. And when I wake up, I'll act normal. Everything will go back to the way it was and it'll be perfect. I'll be fine.

I hope.

Huzzah! Hope you guys liked that. I'm sorry I haven't updated this until now. The next chapter is the last *cries*

Thank you to every one who followed and favorited this story even though I've been so slow in updating it. The next chapter will be up soon.

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P.S.

If you want some more Matt and Mello action, check out my other story entitled If Only. I haven't updated that one in a long time too, but I'll be super thrilled if you guys read it too. :D