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Stuck In The Middle With You

Chapter 3

He was in a dark room, a room he swore he force himself to forget. He glanced at the door in fear as he heard footsteps. 'Why is this happening?' He thought, hiding himself under the bed.
"Oh Mail, where are you?" Called the alcohol-slurred voice of his father. As door swung opened, Mail shifted to the back of his bed so he was against the wall and lay silent. "Come out, Mail, daddy wants to talk to you…" the drunken man said with a smirk, hiccupping and dropping a bottle. It rolled along the floor, spilling its contents across the wood. Mail was glad it hadn't broken, as it would mean more danger to him. His father stopped at the bed and reached under, and Mail was glad he was far back. His father then knelt down beside the bed, and his piercing eyes came on Mail. "There you are, boy." He smirked again, and stood up, lifting the thin metal framed bed up as he did. He grabbed Mail and dragged him out of it hiding place. Mail yelped, attempting to wriggle away from his angry father.
"Let me go!" Mail yelled. His father dropped him, and then brought his foot hard down on his stomach, knocking all air out of him. Mail lay on the floor, wincing when his father grabbed his hair. "I can't stand you... you look too much like your mother..." He hissed, "You killed her, you know. Let's have a child, she says. A beautiful daughter, she says. Instead I have to deal with you, after you killed my wife. You should have died." His father spat coldly, and threw him against the wall. "Fucking waste of space bastard." he growled, and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Matt awoke in a cold sweat, shaking slightly. 'Damn it, why now?' He thought, rubbing his face tiredly. He took special counselling to forget all the abuse his father had given him, so why was it all coming back now? He groaned, and then froze, feeling movement next to him. 'Mello didn't stay over last night... Wait, where is my gun?' He began to panic, before he looked down, remembering the evening's events.
"Near…"
He went from stunned to embarrassed, 'what on earth is she doing here..? Oh wait, Mello dumped her here last night. Where is Mello? What day is it? Oh! Fuck, school!' He began to wriggle away from Near, but she clung to him.
She moaned almost inaudibly, burying her face into his shirt. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was quite obviously in deep sleep. Matt couldn't help but think she was completely adorable. He leant closer, and gentle stroked her pale cheek. She was so pale that Matt wondered if she'd been crafted from porcelain, the image of a porcelain doll did suit her and was rather appealing. He leant down and placed kiss on her forehead in a loving way, then called her name again. She stirred slowly, her eyelashes fluttering as she gazed up at him. He saw a tiny amount of shock in her eyes, but it soon vanished. "Good morning, Matt," she said calmly.
He smiled as she looked around, confused at her surrounding. Her eyes were half lidded and she stretched herself against him, wincing slightly as she did. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, and she nodded slowly, then looked up at him again. "What about you?"
He chuckled nervously as images of his nightmare returned, "It was alright."
Near gave him a vacant stare, as if trying to see past the lie, then looked away. "I think Matt would highly benefit from a cold shower. It seems he's more awake than he lets on. I can make breakfast if he'd like to sort himself out?"

He flushed red, how could she be so calm and unemotional when talking about something like that, especially with his erection pressed against her? "Okay, thanks." He muttered and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He leant against the door, swearing at himself and muttering about how much he hated his hormones. He sighed softly, slipping out of his boxers and starting the shower. He leant against the bathroom counter in all his naked glory as the shower heated up. He casually glanced in the mirror that hung next to him, complimenting himself inwardly on his looks. He was slim, with some muscle; from all the work he did on weeknights down the warehouse to afford the bungalow, he enjoyed the work and he had Fridays and weekends off. His hair was tousled, and his green eyes were sparkling from the adrenaline rush. He casually glanced down at his length, and smirked. He knew he was large, and if it satisfied Mello, he was sure it could satisfy any other girl. At that thought, he groaned. First remembering Mello, then imagining Near underneath him, blushing and panting cutely.

Hopping into the shower, he stood under the warm water for a few moments, then changed it to cold. He swore at the sudden temperature change. He glared down when his arousal still hadn't left. 'Come on, what do you want me to do? Get off myself while she's still in the house?' He thought, glaring down at the bobbing flesh that seemed to be mocking him. It seemed he had no choice, and allowed his hand to travel downwards. His imagination soon kicked in, and he didn't imagine himself. Instead he imagined innocent sweet Near, in white underwear and curling her white hair around her finger. Her beautiful face was lit up by a small smile. He tipped his head back and groaned, imagining her walking over, biting her lip that wonderfully sexy way. She approached him, and her eyes met his, eyes full of passion and longing. "It's seems Matt has a problem here." She said, and lowered her hand to his length. He groaned again, speeding up his movements.

Matt returned to the bedroom in just boxers, drying his hair with a towel. "Near?" He called, then remember she said she was going to make breakfast. He walked into the kitchen and saw Near sitting at his kitchen counter, eating what looked liked eggs and sausage. He blushed as he remembered what he'd done moments before. She looked up at him and gave him a gentle nod. "Good morning," she said to him, and he laughed quietly. Obviously she was fully awake now, unlike before.
"Hey," he smiled and sat down, looking at the plate she pushed in front of him. "You made me some?" He asked.
"Well I said I would." They sat together, awkwardly eating breakfast, until she spoke again. "You know, its okay. It's very common for boys to get that in the morning, in fact, it's a sign of good health." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well thanks I guess, for being understanding," he laughed, and took a bite of the food, savouring it. He was used to ordering take-out or having microwave meals, this was so good to him. "This tastes amazing, Near." He said with enthusiasm as he finished it, before standing up and taking his and Near's plates to the sink. He kissed her cheek in thanks, before going to his room to get changed.

"We better go to school." He said, as he returned in his usual outfit, putting on his goggles as he spoke. She nodded in agreement, following him to the front door. "You know, my mother taught me to cook." He smiled at her and ruffled her hair, "Well you're a lucky girl, I never met my mother…"
His voice trailed of, and he stood quietly staring into space for a few moments, before looking back to her with a smile. "We better go, Mello will be after us."
Near checked her mobile quickly while picking up her school bag, then stopped and put it back down.
"I assume Matt hasn't realised the day?"
He shook his head truthfully. To him all days just blurred into a mass of school, games and Mello. She smiled slightly, her black eyes turning a lighter colour to a grey. "It's Saturday."
"Are you serious?" He asked, and when she nodded he slapped his forehead. "I'm such an idiot!" He then grinned, thinking how she'd shown some emotions and she'd looked so beautiful when she did. Sadly it was short-lived, as Near's eyes had already faded back to black, and she'd become emotionless once again.

"Perhaps Matt would like to spend some more time with me?"
"Of course!" He grinned, then hoped he hadn't seemed too desperate. "So, uh, what do you want to do?"
"Can we perhaps play a game?" She asked, gesturing to his room, and he nodded, not allowing his mind to take those words out of context. 'She's definitely my kind of girl.' He thought as they walked to his room. He sat with her as she looked through his games. "What should we play?" she asked after a minute or so, and he took a two player shooter.
"What about this one? I've wanted to play it for ages and Mello won't." He asked. She nodded and took a controller, sitting down on the sofa. He loaded up the game and sat next to her, but carefully as not to touch her unless she wanted to. He didn't mind holding her, in fact he wanted to, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

He started the game, mentioning it was a simple game to learn. They played through the first few levels quickly, "you're a natural." He smiled.
She nodded, "I used to play games with my father a lot. He'd take me out for ice-cream when I won." She said simply and completely factually, as if it wasn't her recently deceased parent she was talking about. He thought bitterly about his own father, "you're lucky, he sounds so nice." He muttered, and continued to tap the buttons on the controller he knew so well. "He was, he looked after me when- you're being shot at, my mother got depression from my abduction."
She said, dodging an enemy. Matt however, froze, staring at her for a moment. "Your abduction?"
He dodged, and killed the enemy. "Behind you." He said, and shot the character after Near.
She dodged and carried on, "thank you, do we go through that hole there?" She asked and gestured toward the screen. He nodded, obviously it seemed she was changing subject, but he didn't mind. "Yeah, we do. Then what you do is turn left and, if I remember correctly, you turn left again, but be careful as a zombie dog pops up." He said, and sat further back on the sofa.
She nodded and carried on playing "well I suppose you wouldn't have heard of a serial rape and mutilation case about 9 and a half years ago, where all victims were female children?"
He froze and looked at her, "There was something like that on the news when I was about 9... " He muttered, turning back to the screen, and she merely continued to stare at the screen.

"I was the only survivor, four girls from my class were killed."
"You were?" He looked at her again, stunned, maybe that had something to do with her lack of emotion?
"My name and location was changed and never disclose anywhere in the media, of course, and I'd be grateful if you didn't say anything to Mello, or anyone else."
"I won't tell." He said, smiling gently and watching as she refocused entirely on the game before. He resigned himself to that that was the end of their conversation and sat closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her with a sudden urge to protect her, and he could only feel calm when she was in his arms. He continued playing, only the position was a tad awkward, until she eventually laid back into his arms and rested her head on his chest. They continued to play together, occasionally discussing which way to go, but other than that, conversation was extremely scarce. They were closed to the final level, which was further than he'd got with Mello, when he noticed something odd on the screen. Near's character was just running around in circles facing the sky. He tilted his head to look at her, and noticed she'd fallen asleep on him. He smiled, saving and switching off the game with the controller, placed the TV on standby. "Game over…" He whispered softly, and lifted her up into his arms. He took her over to his bed and tucked her in. "sleep well, little snowy," He said, and stroked her hair affectionately for a few moments.

He was about to leave, to wash up the breakfast plates and maybe clean up the house a bit, but stopped when he felt something tug on his shirt sleeve. He looked back, seeing Near fast asleep but clung to him, mumbling something incomprehensible. He smiled again, thinking about how she was clingy when asleep, and sat on the bed. He shifted her so that her head rested on the pillow he'd placed on his lap. He sat stroking her hair, staring at the ceiling and wondering why she brought him so much calmness. Though, he did also wonder why he'd started to have his nightmare after 5 years of forgetting it. Perhaps it was coincidental, but part of him thought that perhaps, just maybe, it was something to do with the beautiful girl on his lap.

After some time, Matt heard the front door slam shut, and Mello appeared in the doorway to his room. "You're home! That's good." She smiled.
"Hey Mels, what's up?" He asked from his place lying back on his headboard, a gaming magazine was next to him as he'd been reading up some cheats for the game he'd been playing with Near. Near was still fast asleep, but he'd covered her in his bed sheets to warm her up. Her head was on the pillow on his lap still, and she was breathing softly. Mello dropped down on the bed next to Matt and grinned. "Hey you," She giggled and he raised an eyebrow.
"Hey Mel how're you?" He asked, and she smiled again, and stretched herself against him, slowly edging into straddling him.
"I just got up and it's like 12, I went out last night and it was totally killer! You should've come instead of hanging out with her." She pointed to Near.
He smiled down at Near, "we had great fun." He then looked over Mello's appearance, "did you get laid?"
Mello let out one of her uncharacteristic giggles and ran her hands through his hair, rocking her hips into his. "You know I'm always faithful, baby." She winked and Matt caught the smell of alcohol and smoke that smelled oddly like weed on her. 'Mello obviously is out of her head again…' He ruffled her hair, wondering why she found so much fun in doing that.
"Sure Mello, but you do realise us is an act," he said, pointing between them both and kissed her nose, "don't forget that."

She rolled her eyes, coldly muttering to him. "Shut up, Matt." She kissed him hard, pushing him back against the headboard roughly and bit his lip until he opened his mouth. He groaned in pain as his head hit the headboard. She was too busy shoving her tongue in his mouth to notice. 'Damn it, Mello, you're such a violent bitch when you're drunk.' He slowly pulled her off, remembering sweet Near next to him. "Come on Mels, let go." He coaxed. trying to pull her off.
"Matty, you know you want me, baby…" She said and kissed him again softer. This time she let him have control, but instead he sat up and pushed her off. "Mello, no. you're totally out of it, stop it. Go take a shower, alright? You stink of smoke." He got up, gently resting Near's head down as he did, and gave Mello a shirt and trousers of his. "Here, takes these. Go change and wash."
Mello rolls her eyes again, lying on the bed and pulling Near against her. "Oh, I see. Not happy with me anymore since snowy came along? Got a new girl, mh Matty?" She teased, flicking out her tongue and running it over her lips. Matt felt jealousy surge through him when Mello pulled Near's smaller body against hers. "Let her go, Mello, she's asleep. I don't have a new girl, I just don't fancy you when you're pissed, Mel."
Mello smirks cockily, leaning down and kissing Near's neck lightly. "You know, she's so soft, Matt. Did you know that? Oh, I bet you already did, ne? Have you already touch her, Matt? Tasted her soft skin? Or ever, say- Fucked her?" She grins unsettlingly and holds Near closer to her.
Matt did then something that shocked even him; he felt a growl rumble in his chest and felt the need to stand up to Mello, for the first time since he'd met her. "Let her go, Mello," he strode over and pulled Near away into his arms, holding her protectively. "Stop being such a sicko."

Mello began to laugh, and lay back on the bed. "Come with me in the shower, Matty, sweetie. I promise to be a really good girl."
He grimaced, 'as if she could be good.' He watched as Mello looked up at him invitingly, "Mello, no. I'm not in the mood, besides I already had one."
Mello's smirk turned into a naughty grin. "Had one? A shower or a fuck? To be honest, I can't imagine Near being much good at that, you know?" Mello joked and stretched, making her shirt rising up. He sighed, "a shower, you pervert." He rested Near on the sofa and turned to Mello, "now you go and shower." He handed her the clothes again. He had to admit that, as much as he loved his best friend, she was a pain in the ass when drunk.
"Fine, but go get me coffee? Toast would be awesome too." She said, ending the last sentence in a slight sing-song voice as she twirled her hair in her hand casually. He chuckled, nodding and walked off to the kitchen to fulfil her requests. 'Mello, you're such a pain.'

When he returned, he froze and almost dropped both the coffee, and the toast plate, when he saw that; not only was Mello gone, but Near too. The bathroom door was locked, and he could hear water running. "Mello?" He walked to the bathroom door and was about to bang on it, when he heard voices and abruptly stopped.
"Is Mello sure about this?" He recognised Near's toneless voice over the rush of water.
"Of course. You need a bath anyway, right? And this way we'll be ecologgi, ecolob, egoloc... Ah, whatever, we're saving water this way." Mello sounded happy, which he supposed was good seeing as she was locked in a room with Near.
"Mello is a lot more developed than I am…" Near said, and he froze again when he heard clothes rustling and Mello giggling at Near's last comment.
"Hey, it's alright Near. C'mere, to me, okay?" He heard movement. "Give me your hand, okay?" He heard Mello say, and then a small squeak and Mello giggled again. "Cool, huh?"
Matt paled, wondering what on earth were they doing. "I don't suppose, perhaps… I could?"
"Go ahead." Mello giggled again, and then squealed.
Matt felt the majority of his blood travelling south, he knew shouldn't be listening. He heard splashing as someone obviously got into the bath, and heard Mello gasp happily. "Mmmh, it's nice. Come, Near, you get in too." He heard another splash, and a soft moan from Near that made him freeze.
"It does feel nice," Near said, "Though, Matt's bath doesn't really have enough room for us both."
"No, but if you move… Like that, yeah. And put your leg over mine, here. See?" There were various splashing noises, and movement.
"Mello pays a lot of attention to grooming herself, doesn't she?"

Matt felt like he was going to faint as he moved away to the door. "Jesus Christ…" He muttered, lying down on his bed. From the bathroom he heard Mello giggling and then an unfamiliar laugh. Then Mello swearing and calling for him, whilst laughing. Matt was, by then, in a ball muttering to himself about girls trying to kill him. He swore that unfamiliar laugh must have been Nears. He felt like sulking, how was it that Mello could make sweet Near laugh and not him? He liked her more after all. When he heard Mello calling for him, he sighed and walked to the door. "What?" He called.
Mello was too busy laughing to answer immediately, "we need more towels, since we've dropped them in the bath by accident, and well Near is totally naked and dripping water all over the floor!" He bit his lip to suppress a groan, the idea of a dripping wet, naked Near was too much for him. He got them a towel from his room, staring at his bedroom door, determined not to even attempt to look in the direction of the bathroom, when he passed it to them through the very slightly opened door.
"Thanks, Matt. Hey, did you know that Near's- Near!' She broke off in a squeal of giggles, "Is naturally white haired!"
That was enough to send blood gushing out of his nose. He went to the table in his room, getting some tissue and lying back on the sofa.

The girls stepped out of the bathroom soon after, wrapped in only towels. Near's white skin was flushed pink from the heat of the bath, and Mello had her towel around her a bit too loose so it opened a bit when she moved. "Where's that hairdryer I got you?" She called and Matt turned away, blushing and pointed to the dresser cabinet.
Near sits on the bed with Mello behind her, drying and combing her hair
"So, like I was saying, I told him that if he didn't pay up I'd tell his wife and kids, so he did immediately and I bought an awesome pair of shoes. I'll have to show you sometime, okay?"
She spoke loudly to be heard over the hairdryer, but Near didn't seem to be too interested anyway.
Matt noticed Near seemed tense, even though Mello was being gentle and carefully making sure not to pull her hair or burn her with the hairdryer. Matt got up and dropped his tissue in the bin. He watched Near for a moment, but turned back away before she noticed he was watching her, or at least he hoped he did.

Mello smiled cheerfully, "there, you're all done. My turn, okay?" She passed Near the hairdryer and comb, and they switch positions so Near could do Mello's hair instead. Near was also gentle with Mello, who sat chatting happily. Matt muttered about going for a cigarette, and went to his front door, opening it and leaning on the door frame. 'Why do I feel so angry about Mello touching Near?' He wondered as he lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag, before exhaling slowly, sighing as it calmed him. He was stunned when he realised just how pent up he was. He came out of his thoughts with a start when an old man appeared before him. He seemed familiar, but it took him a few moments realise that it was Near's grandfather. "Hey, nice to see you again, sir." He said hurriedly, and the old man gave him a kind smile. "Yes, young man, it's nice to see you too. Now, where is my granddaughter?"
"Oh, she's with my friend Mello. They're probably talking about girly things." He let the old man into the house, and shouted for Near.

Mello and Near soon came out, and Matt blushed faintly upon seeing how pretty Near looked. Near was in a white knee length dress and cream coloured jeans, whereas Mello was wearing the same leather vest and denim mini skirt she'd worn the rest of that day. 'So much for her changing.' He groaned inwardly.
Near's grandfather smiled, "you look lovely, Nate."
"Thank you," Near nodded in acceptance, " I'm sorry to keep you waiting, grandfather."
Mello looks at him, then gasps. "Oh my God! You're Mr Wammy, aren't you?" she grinned.
Matt's jaw dropped. "No way is he Wammy!"
The old man gave a gentle smile, "well, yes, I am Quillish Wammy."
Mello was now very star-struck. "This is so cool, Near! I'm so jealous. I mean, this guy is a total legend!" Matt had to agree with that. This man was the best weapon designer since forever.
Near shrugged casually "I never really thought much of it, but I'm glad Mello is impressed."
"Impressed? Are you kidding? I'm fucking honoured! Meeting Mr Wammy in person." She giggled happily, looking at the old man with daughterly adoration.

Wammy then turned to Matt, "well, Mail, do you still have that gun I gave you?"
Matt nodded, flushed. "Yes sir, it's in my room." He said, as Matt had met purchased something from him a while ago. After his father was gone, Matt was very paranoid about anyone around him, and living alone was scary, so he'd had to personally find and persuade the weapon manufacturer to let him buy it.
"Rod Ross, my adoptive father, was a huge fan of your work; he even gave me one of your collection line 22 handguns for my 9th birthday! You know him right?"
"I believe so, and I'm honour to meet such a fan." Mello smiled charmingly, and he returned her smile before turning to Near "Are you ready to leave?"
Near nodded, "yes my bag is by the door." She looked to Matt, "thank you, Matt, I've enjoyed being here."
"Well, I was happy to have you here." He smiled to her, even though he desperately wanted to hug. "We'll see you soon, okay?"
"Yes, on Monday, I'll be in school." She picked up her bag, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "Unless something unexpected happens..." She pondered aloud.
He chuckled and gave her a small wink, "well, I'll pray it doesn't." He blushed slightly when he realised he was flirting, and smiled nervously. "See you Monday, Near."

After Near and her grandfather had left, and Mello had recovered from her shock, she slumped into the old living room chair. "Alright, so, on a scale of one to ten, how far did you get with her?"
He sat down next to her, "I kissed her, that was it."
"So, about a 4? Any tongue?" Mello cuddled into him as if she were pleased at that.
"No tongue." he said softly, and put his arm casually around her. "What about you? Who'd you shack with?"
Mello gazed up at him innocently, "I really didn't do it with anyone, I was hoping you'd be up for something when I got here."
Matt frowned, he knew he had to stand up to this if he were ever going to get things to change. "Mel, I do like you, you're my best friend, and you've always been there for me, but I just can't keep acting like your fuck toy." He rubs his hands through his hair, adrenaline rushing through him. "I really hope you understand, Mello, but I like Near lot, and it's not your fault. It's mine, you're amazing, and you can find any boy you want. I just really want a girl for me, for once and I... Well, I think, maybe, Near could be that girl." He bit his lip, waiting for Mello's anger.
Mello looked angry for a moment as she took in what he said, but then her expression softened. "Matty, you know Near's totally unavailable in almost every way, right?" She sighed, before snuggling up to him again "But whatever I'll be here when you realise that." She giggles.

He looked down, stunned, and then sighed, thinking he'd gotten away with it. He realised he'd thought wrong, when Mello looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Matt, I've seen them like her, before you know. You're just going to get hurt, and you're just going to end up hurting her too. Don't do this, stay in our world, and let her stay in hers." She begged, her lip slipping between her teeth in determination. "Mello, I can't live in our world forever. Look at me, I mean, I'm 18 years old and I've never had a girlfriend because I've been your cover. I want someone, Mello."
Mello glared, anger renewed in her eyes, but even her anger was tinted with sorrow. "You know what Rod did to girls like her, Matty? You know what that motherfucker did to those little girls?"
Matt blinked, confused at why she was suddenly bringing this up."What?"
She gritted her teeth and looked him dead in the eyes, and raised her hand poised in a gun shape to his head, between his eyes. "Bang! Straight through the fucking middle… It just isn't worth it, Matt, she's not getting any better, and she never will. She's dead inside."
"I believe she can." He said defensively, "I've seen some emotions slip through."
"Rod made me fucking watch when he killed them, you know that Matt?" She spat bitterly, angry tears coating her cheeks," told me if I ended up like that, all emotionless, I'd go the same fucking way. Straight between the eyes."

As desperately as Matt wanted to hold her, to pull her against him and make her stop hurting, he knew he had to go through with this.
"What do you want me to do, Mel? For starters, Rod was always a dick, you know that. Do you want me to stay this way, so I can never have a girlfriend and always be second to your boyfriends?"
She'd slowly moved herself to be sitting on him, face to face during the argument, and now she used that to her advantage, using her hand to force him to look her in the eyes. It was almost too intense to look into her blue irises, filled with determination, sorrow, pain and a renewed passion that he hadn't seen in her for quite a while.
"Be with me then, Matt! I'm alive! I'm here! I've always been here..!"
She begged, and it took Matt a few moments to realise what she was saying, what she wanted. It was a moment he had thought of since he'd met her, and now… Did he really want it? The most beautiful, sexy, intelligent girl he'd ever met was throwing herself to him, wanting him. Asking him to have her, and not just as her best friend, but exclusively. And yet…
"Mello, you know that won't work, and I don't want to ruin what we do have by taking it that way." He said, even though most of him entirely wanted to give into her there, he kept thinking of Near. Sweet, cute Near, who wouldn't play him around, or use him. Pale, porcelain Near, who was always honest with him, and didn't hurt him.
"Aren't I fucking good enough for you anymore? Suddenly this fallen angel comes along, and you don't need or want me anymore? What the fuck does she have that I don't, Matt?"
Mello raised her voice again, gripping onto his shirt hard. "She's fuckin' dead, Mail, and even when I see emotion in her, she isn't fuckin' there!"
Mello's accent slipped back to how it had been when she'd first met him, something she tried as hard as she could to hide almost all of the time.
He was angry at her, for being horrible about Near, for touching Near, for using his real name, for everything she'd ever done.
"I see it! She's there! I know she is!" He yelled, calming almost immediately after he'd vented his anger, "I see it, and I see her..." He whispered quietly.

Floods of tears ran down Mello's cheeks, and anger flared in her eyes.
"She's dead, Matt, whether you choose to see it or not. She's never there." Mello whispered icily, pushing herself off him and putting her shoes on. The defeat in her eyes was obvious, despite that he'd never seen her so crushed before. "Drive me home, Matt, I want to be alone tonight." She said, her face to the floor. His eyes were glazed over as he thought, 'what if she's right?' He felt himself giving in, Mello was never wrong after all and his brain was yelling at him to listen to Mello like always.
"Tell me what to do." He said, his resolve crumbling as he stood up.
Mello looked at him, and he'd never seen her so open before."Just take me home Matt, do whatever you want but I want to go home." She said pathetically, her usual fire completely lost. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand childishly, "I'm not going to stick around if you keep going after ice princess."
Matt walked over to Mello and embraces her, "I'm sorry, Mello... You're probably right... I'll do whatever you want." He said and gently kissed her tears away, "you're always right, after all," his eyes held the same defeat hers did, both lost in themselves. "Near probably can't be fixed, although I like her. I doubt she can be fixed, just like you said." He whispered, holding the blonde close.
"Don't leave me, Mello."
She leans her face against his chest, crying softly against him and she clung to his shirt tightly again.
"Take me to bed, Matt."
She muttered faintly, sounding as though that really were the last thing she wanted, but that nothing else would do. Her hands slipping into his as a truce.
He smiled, and lifted her into his arms easily. "Mello," he whispered, and kissed her delicately, as he carried her to his bedroom and kicked his bedroom door closed.