A.N
Yeah short I know. But an update yay!
I'll be updating everything else after the tenth, because I'm lazy :D
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- Ambyr
Matt
I spent the day holed up in my room like a troll.
I was confused. Mello's attitude was throwing me off, although it was kind of a relief that he wasn't staring at me like he was violently molesting me. But it had felt like I had lost a friend, perhaps the only one I had, because of a stupid comment. A stupid comment that I had said without thinking. But he should've known his place in a sense…known not to go after your boss's son and all that.
I ran my hands through my hair, fingering the rubber strap from my goggles for a moment before turning off my PSP and laying back on the pillows. The kiss wasn't unpleasant in itself, warm and soft. It was comforting and soothed my jangled nerves, the whole ordeal was worming its way into my sleep, distorting and breaking it into two/three hour segments. I was tired beyond belief.
The springs from the mattress dug into my back and I wriggled restlessly until Mello knocked on my door lightly.
"Prince Mail, dinner is ready."
"Okay." I called out.
His fingers dragged across the wooden door for a moment as I padded across the floor, stumbling as my socks lost traction on the floor for a second and I slid straight to the door. I grinned to myself about the triumph and opened the door, Mello's face inches from mine.
"Whoa, personal bubble Mello."
"You took a while. Two minutes to answer the door or I'll think you're being kidnapped and break the door down."
I sighed. "Relax, I just skidded." Mello grumbled and shoved me toward the table, a steaming pile of noodles on each plate. I walked over, mouth watering. I hadn't eaten all day and the sight was almost too much for me too handle. "I didn't know you could cook."
"You never bothered to ask." Mello replied, stuffing a forkful of pasta in his face. "I can do a lot more than you think Prince Mail."
"Will you quit calling me that?!"
"Why? I'm just a bodyguard." He replied, rubbing his bruised knuckles.
"You know I didn't mean it like that. I mean, who the hell just kisses someone?! It wasn't appropriate."
"Oh shut up Mr 'arranged to be married'. Rather kiss someone I'm attracted to then having to fuck someone who probably looks like a shoe." He snapped.
I twirled up some of the noodles on my fork, chewing the mouthful slowly. "You would fuck anything with a heartbeat." I muttered.
"Psh, no uglies."
"Probably even them. You wear skin tight leather. It screams 'hooker'. I thought you were a hired whore when I first saw you."
Mello rolled his eyes. "You've just never seen an ass this fine."
"I have. It was on a baboon though." I grinned.
"Oh ha fucking ha." Mello grabbed both plates, shoving them into the sink before tugging the bobble from his hair, letting it swing over his shoulders.
I paused for a moment, tapping my foot against the hardwood floor. "Can we just forget that I was an asshole?"
"I'm a Keehl. I remember everything."
"Mello…"
"…I guess I can call you Matt."
I beamed. "Thanks."
Mello nodded in reply, up to his elbows in suds, his eyes darting back to the punching bag in the living room an evil smirk crossing his face. "So Matt…want to spar?"