Roles Reversed
Chapter 6
Matt:
Night had literally chased us from her room. She didn't really have to. I would have gone by myself; her room gives me the creeps, especially that shrunken head that almost fell on me when I bumped into her shelf.
I practically whimpered when I was finally able to put my goggles on. I miss the orangeness...
But then Mello yanked them off and threw them to the nearby wall of our room. It thunked against the plaster and fell in a pile of sheets.
"Hey!" I protested, turning to go and get them.
"You are not wearing those on our not-date," Mello growled. He grabbed a handful of my hair--my poor red hair--and yanked backwards. I stumbled and fell on the floor so that now I was leaning against his knees. He stooped down to my level and smiled. "Okay?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "'Not-date?'" I questioned.
Mello shrugged. "It's not an official date. We are, after all, just doing this to satisfy Linda, right?"
I gulped. "Um, yeah."
"Do you want it to be an official one?" He was smirking now.
Evil bastard.
That I love.
"Yes," I murmured, looking down at my hands.
"Okay, then." Why is it that none of these things ever bother him? He always goes on all calm and collected. It made me want to scream in frustration.
I pouted angrily.
Mello laughed. "Cute." He tweaked my cheek before sashaying away, to god-knows-where. Wait, never mind. He's just going to the bathroom.
When the door clicked shut, I grabbed a random pillow, shoved my face into it, and screamed. I don't know for how long I sat there, sitting on the floor, face stupidly stuffed into a pillow.
Why is Mello acting like this all of the sudden?! I am the one who jokes about that kind of stuff. Not him! He's the one who punches me when I do!
I bit my lip, stifling another scream. I breathed in deeply, willing myself to stay calm like the person I should be. Maybe Mello knew that I had feelings for him and was now mocking me. That's cruel. I'd love to say that he would never do that, but he has, sadly, multiple times. Some girls liked him a few years back and Mello didn't hesitate to rub their feelings in the dirt, stomp on it, and walk away cackling.
Yes, I know.
"Matt. Matt," Someone whispered a while later.
Having dozed off, I roused from my sleep. "Nnyeah?" I blinked my eyes sleepily at Mello.
"It's been two hours, dumbass." He smirked, rising up to his full height, which, by the way, was two centimeters shorter than mine. Ha!
"And?" I rubbed my eyes, focusing on him. Specifically, what he was wearing. "My god, what the fuck are you wearing?"
My best friend--my Mello--was adorned in black leather. His upper body was covered with a vest that showed off his arms, as well as a small portion of his stomach and waist. And his legs...damn, his legs were outfitted in leather pants. Finally, black combat boots. They reached all the way up to his knees.
I gaped like a fish at him, silently willing my nose not to start bleeding.
Mello grinned widely. "You like?"
"What the fuck are you wearing?" I repeated hoarsely.
"Clothes," Mello said innocently. "Would you prefer if I didn't? Because, really, it'd be no problem--"
"No!" I said quickly. "It's just...Mello, we are going out to eat ice cream. Why don't you wear your usual clothes?"
Mello was pulling on gloves, which were also leather. "They're plain and they're too dull for my liking."
"Wait...where did your cast go?" I stared in wonder at his bare wrist.
Mello shrugged. "I removed it. I guess Night's spell-crap-thing fixed my arm, because it's totally fine now."
"Where did you get that attire, anyway?" I averted my eyes to his boots, fearing I'd really have a nosebleed.
"Well, you gave me these gloves." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "So, I thought I'd get some clothes to match it. They don't go all too well with a cotton shirt, y'know?"
"You sound like a girl now," I muttered, getting up so I can get dressed, also. Again, the thought that me and Mello were going out on a 'date' floated into my head. I still couldn't believe he actually agreed to this shit. But that's his loss and my gain, heh.
You never read me think that.
Mello walked after me. "What did you say, Matty?"
"You sound like a girl now," I repeated.
Mello kicked me lightly. "Butthead."
I rolled my eyes and started to change. "You just gonna stand and watch there?" I teased, looking over my bare shoulder at my best friend.
"Maybe." Sometimes it's like I don't know him anymore.
"Pfft." I pulled on my signature striped shirt and started shredding my pajama bottom. I wiggled my butt at him jokingly. To my surprise, he smacked it. "Ow!" I yelped, stumbling forward. I glared at him heatedly as I pulled on denim jeans.
Mello shrugged. "You asked for it."
"Did you hear me cry, 'Mello, please smack my butt!' anytime at all?" I retorted.
"No, but my spidey senses are telling me you were thinking about it," Mello whispered directly in my ear.
I laughed, a little nervous, scooting away. "So, um, you ready?"
"Yes."
"Let's go, then."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Let me hold your hand."
"Eh?! No!"
"Linda's outside, retard. She's been trying to get in for the past few minutes."
As if on cue, Linda called, "I can hear you!"
I sighed. "Okay." I tentatively stretched my arm out towards his.
Mello smiled and took it. The leather was smooth in my hand. I remember now, when I had given him those. It was three years back, on his twelfth birthday. He'd been eyeing the gloves for a while on this site. Two weeks before his birthday, I was panicking because I'd forgotten it was my own best friend's birthday and had no present. So I went on my laptop and saw the site in my history. I clicked on it and immediately understood. Yeah, I didn't even need Mello to tell me which leather thing he wanted, I just magically knew.
The moment we opened our door, a bright flash went off. I yanked my hand from Mello's grip and used it to shield my eyes.
"What the hell!" Mello was yelling.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Linda hyperventilated. She held a camera proudly in her hand. "You guys are actually doing it!" Then she squealed/screamed/broke my eardrums and ran away. "D, I told you they'd do it! D! Come over here!"
"Let's go." Mello took my hand again and we headed for the stairwell opposite to where Linda had run off to. We made our way to the front door, which Mello nicely opened for me.
"Does this make me the girl?" I asked.
"Yes."
"But you're the one who looks more feminine!"
"Shut up, Matt."
And we were on our way.
