AN: Hi! I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever(a week, counting today...) but life's hectic, what with trying to find a spare moment to breath...Anyway. This chapter is, once again, dedicated to ...
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P.S. This chapter will have the first bit of Matt/Mello-ness, which'll probably make some of you guys say ''Finally!" It made me say that, too...XD
March 27, 2013
7:58 p.m
Los Angeles
Matt eyed Mello's morose figure with a slight frown. It wasn't like his friend to be so quiet- or so sulky. Mello was never so calm (in a sense) when he was puzzled or upset by something. But tonight, he was silent.
Silent except for just now, because now he snarled suddenly and quietly said something about "Would you be quiet, I'magay? I'm trying to think!"
Matt decided to pretend he had not, in fact, heard Mello talking to his most recent imaginary friend (who apparently shared some characteristics with Light Yagami...), and simply went back to playing Zelda at Mello's feet.
Although a few seconds later, it was impossible to ignore the fact that Mello had gotten up and slammed the bathroom door behind him. And decided to bang his head against the wall.
Repeatedly.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bangbangbangbang!
Matt scowled. He had no idea what was eating at Mello- after he had told Matt that "research had happened," he had turned the computer on, logged on to YouTube, shooed Matt away, and locked himself up in their bedroom(which was quite unfair, in Matt's opinion, seeing as all of his games were in a now tabbo place).
Although he did know it had something to do with Near- why else would he come back so early, so flustered, and with a bloody nose?- and that upset Matt even more.
He snarled and slashed praticularly viciously at a bokaboblin.
He also did not look up and inquire to the fact that Mello was now slightly cross-eyed, muttering, "Damn it...it didn't work!"
March 27, 2013
8:33 p.m.
Los Angeles
"Hey, Matt, I'm starrrrr-ving..."
By this time, Matt's anger(and, though he hated to admit it, jealousy) had disapated, and he smiled at the pouting blonde and wandered into the kitchen.
The fridge was empty. The pantries were empty. This...was a problem. Because a hungry, previously humiliated Mello was a scary one indeed. But as he stared depressedly at the shadowy mouthes of the kitchen's nooks and crannies, his face lit up with a sudden, spontanious idea.
He returned a few moments later with a bottle of champagne, and two tiny glasses. He figured that if nothing else loosened Mello's tounge, alchohol would do the trick...And if it didn't, he figured he would need some to keep from shaking Mello untill his teeth rattled to get him to open up.
But as he watched Mello grab a glass, fill it, and gulp it down hurridly, Matt began to rethink his hurried plan. Mello happened to have a very low alchohol tolerance level, and Matt had an idea of what he was "researching."
If Mello happened to hint at "elabortating and demonstrating," Matt didn't think he'd be able to controll himself.
And even if he didn't hint, Mello would wake up with a splitting headache tomorrow. And a Mello with a headache was a scary one indeed.
Around Mello's fourth glass, he had loosened up considerably, and Matt chanced a touch on that morning.
"So...what happened this morning? Besides 'research,' I mean," Matt asked, his chin resting on his hands, and Mello huffed, his eyes slightly unfoucused.
"Weell, I got into another one of those fist-fights with Aiza-hic-wa..." Mello got out while simultaniously gulping down another glass.
At this, Matt's eyebrows shot upwards. He hadn't expected a cover story...Or maybe it really was nothing...
"Really? Who won?"
As Mello continued to give him a blow-by-blow (literally) of the "fight" (really, the only fight he had had was with a table and a floating voice), Matt sighed again and just soaked in the sight of his best friend.
Matt had to admit that, though he was swaying slightly, his room-mate was still that charismatic kind of beautiful- the kind that would never get monotonous to look at, the kind that would attract both ladies and gentlemen, the kind that had drawn a helpless Matt in...
He shook his head hurridly to get rid of thought that would not aid him in his plan of getting Mello to spill whatever had happened, and downed his first round.
"So, this chick is like, totally-hic- checking me out, y'know? And I'm like, 'Yer not so bad yerself, hon!' " Mello slurred a few minutes later, and Matt cringed slightly.
Although he knew it hadn't happened, he wanted to throw something at the imaginary girl that had threatened to deflower his Mello.
Plus, he was slightly disturbed at the fact that that was the best pick-up line Mello could think of, even at a second's notice and full of alchohol.
"But, hey, nothing happened. Cuz then I thought, 'But Matt's cuter!' So..."
Matt stiffened and looked up quickly. Mello was grinning boorishly at him.
Matt couldn't quite stop the smirk that was lighting up his own features- although he knew it was the alchohol talking to him instead of his best friend, it didn't stop the glowing feeling that spread from his core outwards.
Mello was just drawing another breath and pouring himself another glass of champagne (more like giving the table a bath- only a fraction of a percent of the golden liquid made it in- would the bottle never end?) when he slid sideways and started snoring.
Matt blankly stared at the spot Mello had been a few minutes ago.
Before he got up silently and retrieved a blanket from their room, spreading it over Mello as he continued his abrupt (but not very unexpected) slumber.
Matt was about to pour Mello a glass of water (for when he would inevitably wake up and feel as though he had been hit with a hammer in various places), when Mello stirred slightly and muttered something in his sleep that sounded suspiciously like, "...Doujinshi...happened..."
Matt smirked wider -he knew it!- before stooping at eye level with his deeply unconcious friend. Before he could loose his nerve, he ghosted his lips over Mello's in a shadow kiss.
Mello didn't even stirr.
"Sleep well, Mels..."
And, depositing three Advils and a half-full glass of water for Mello's benifit, he changed, slipped in bed, and attempted to fall asleep...Which proved impossible when his mind, lips, and heart were tingling.
AN: and that's how things really begin! *Dun dun duuun* Over the weekend I should be able to update more, but no promises...*sob* Review if ya want things to keep going like this!
Thank you for reading!
