A/N: This chapter was supposed to be twice the size it is but then I decided to split it in half because the other part seemed terrible. Still, this is better than nothing, yes? Plus, just checked the visitors graph for this story and thank you I guess because 300 people is a very lot? Reviews are love xxxx
(still on January 4th)
"I am positively in love." Fifteen-year-old Brianna announced, collapsing in the vacant bed in the dorm.
The other bed was being occupied by Linda, who seated comfortably, leaning her back against a couple of pillows with artboard resting on her bent knees and a balancing pencil between her left hand fingers. She looked away from her drawing as the other girl entered the room.
"I have already told you to give up on that." Linda replied curtly.
"That I will not do." Brianna declared as she sat down on the edge of her bed, allowing Linda to finally notice that she was holding a chocolate bar.
"What stupid thing have you done this time?" She asked looking into the contents of Brianna's hands.
"I haven't done anything." True. "He was the one that finally noticed me." Half-true. "And guess what: he knows my name." False.
"Liar." Linda accused.
"Am not!" The other girl yelled.
"You are too!" Linda talked back.
"Will you let me elaborate on what happened or what?" Brianna said firmly and Linda nodded, placing her drawingboard upside-down against her mattress, stretching her legs to a comfortable position to listen to the story. "I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat after I spent the whole evening studying in the library-"
"Bree." Linda interrupted her with an ugly gaze.
"Fine." Declared an unhappy Brianna. "I spent the whole evening watching him study in the library and I lost the track of time - when I noticed, it was already 9:55 p.m. and I had lost dinner and was about miss the curfew too." She placed some hair behind her left ear. " I decided to go to the kitchen to try and get something to eat because I was starving. So i go down the stairs to the ground floor-"
"Alright, alright, I know how to get to the kitchen, move on!" Linda asked impatiently.
Brianna rolled her eyes. "Anyway-" she resumed "-I made my way to the kitchen and then proceeded to the storeroom and-" she sighed deeply "-there he was."
"So you followed him down to the storeroom too?"
"Linda, you are ruining the romance!"
"My bad." The blond apologised unwillingly.
"I stretch my arms to reach for the chocolate bars on the shelf-" Brianna let out the largest of the smiles "-and our hands touched!" She crossed her arms against her chest, holding tight to her chocolate bar, and let herself fall onto her bed again.
"You are creepy." Linda noted. "Besides, you haven't eaten chocolate since you were like, thirteen?" She asked in a rather affirmative tone. "You are always on crazy ass diets."
"Shut up!" Brianna protested. "I came to you because I though you were going to be supportive for once."
"Proceed." She instructed. "What happened after that?"
"Our hands touched as we both tried to reach for the chocolate - and I freaked out."
"What?" Linda raised an eyebrow.
"I freaked out because I thought he was going to be mad someone was trying to lift his chocolate!"
"Alright." She muttered.
"But instead of getting mad at me" Brianna continued "he told me to calm down and that I could have a chocolate bar too!" She finished in giggles. "Oh, and he did all that calling me by my name!" She added.
"Bullshit." Said a skeptical Linda.
"Fine, he might have called me Anna. But that is my name. Partially. I bet it was intentional."
"That doesn't sound like him at all." Linda concluded.
"What do you know?" Challenged Brianna.
"I know that he's not into you." Linda stated and then proceeded to catch back the artboard she previously placed on her bed.
"We need to work on your positive reinforcement." The other girl said, placing the chocolate bar on the bedside table.
"I am sorry, Bree. I am just being realistic." She began to scratch on her board. "Everyone knows that Mello doesn't really like anyone." Linda declared.
"That is so not true." Brianna contested.
"Fine." Linda agreed. "There were rumours he fancied Charlotte last year." She grinned. "But that doesn't really count because every breathing creature fancies Charlotte. Even I fancy her." She finished in a small and almost genuine laugh.
Brianna shrugged. "She might be all that, but I am all that and a bag of crisps."
"A pack of frazzles, that is." Both of them succumbed to laughter - the brunette with less intensity.
"Bree, mind if I eat a piece of the chocolate bar you snooped?" Linda asked half-politely, already trying to reach it with her right hand.
"No way, this is mine!" Brianna snapped, hitting the girl's hand with her own.
"Come on! It is not like you are eating it yourself." Linda mocked.
"I am!"
"Not true!" Each girl grabbed one end of the candy bar as they begun to dwell for it. Linda had a head start but Brianna quickly pulled it away with almost all her strength, breaking to chocolate in several pieces inside the pack and causing Linda to drop her artboard onto the floor and, although she tried to pick it up as fast as she could, Brianna was smaller and thus faster.
"Oh. My. God." Brianna drawled.
"Give it back!" Linda said - no, screamed - in her usual high pitched voice.
"Oh, I sure will give it back" Brianna said with a smirk "but first, you will tell me: why do you have a doodle of the new guy on your artboard?"
(Next morning)
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Repeated Matt out and loud in his head for his first waking minutes on January 5th. And when that stopped sufficing, he decided to let it out for everyone to hear. But in that case, everyone was just an asleep Mello that was not looking forward to waking up.
"Bloody fucking hell." Matt spoke loudly. "This is bullshit." He continued. "Very, very funny. You proofed your fucking point." Matt claimed. Mello woke up startled, sat up fast and felt uneasy, like something was about to happen. "That's you being nice blablabla." Matt proceeded. Mello didn't process the situation just yet. "Now just give it back because it ain't fucking funny."
"The fuck are you talking about?" Mello asked, pulling his blanket over his head and falling back down on his bed.
"I get it - you hate for some mysterious reason, you want me out of your room, but this?" Matt continued without paying attention to what Mello said.
What was really going on that morning was that Matt woke up to find only the front casing of his game boy sitting by his bedside table with a note that read "let's play treasure hunt". He rolled around the room for as long as he could looking for the other parts of his console but his search was not successful. And when it finally hit him, there was only one person, he thought, who could have done this to him - because there was only one person who pretty much spent enough time with him to do something like that in any event - Mello.
"Just give it back!" Matt growled as he pulled Mello's blanket away, forcing a very unhappy seventeen-year-old to get up on that icy Thursday.
"What is wrong with you?" Mello asked keeping his eyes still closed as he brought his body up.
"Don't play dumb." Matt stated skeptically.
"You are throwing a tantrum at six a.m. and I am the one playing dumb?" Mello hissed. "Maybe you should revisit your concepts."
"Maybe you should give my gameboy back!"
"What are you talking about?" Mello inquired legitimately confused. Matt threw the gameboy casing with the note on his lap.
"Does this bring something up?" Matt asked nervously.
"No." Mello replied. "Because I had nothing to do with it."
"Cut if off." He hissed.
"I mean it." And then it hit him: Drake. "When was the last time you had your game thing with you?" He asked.
"It was in my pocket."
"But then you took your clothes off." Mello said calmly.
"What?" He widened his eyes with the question.
"To shower."
"Yes." Matt nodded.
"And after you showered?"
"Now that you brought it up-" Matt sat back down on his bed "-I couldn't find it in my clothes after I showered." He shrugged. "Figured I had put it somewhere else."
"But you did not?"
Matt denied with his head.
"Someone must have taken it while you showered last night." Mello concluded. "And - most importantly - it couldn't have been me, because I was in the library and Mrs. Thompson can back me up on that. Plus, you saw me arriving."
He was right. Silence filled the room - the kind of silence that feels like someone should say something, but no one does. Mello rolled his eyes at Matt's lack of response and got up from his bed, headed to the closet and grabbed a change of clothes to get ready for the day. As he was about to enter the bathroom, however, Matt opened his mouth:
"But you know who it was, don't you?"
