Author's note: Yus. Finally, I got a chance to write this chapter! Yeah, so sorry about the long wait; life's been a tad busy at the moment, what with Exam Week, speeches, getting sick and just general dramas. Next update should be quicker, providing I don't get sucked into another few dramas. *Eye roll*.
Aaaand, just because you guys have waited very patiently, I decided to add the August 13th thing! I hope you like~
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~The Weird and Wonderful World of a Guy Named Matt~
~Chapter Eight~
August 2nd 2006.
Well, I thought that the start of August (it's the last month of summer, luckily enough. They'll be able to stop forcing us to go outside and play a "healthy game of football" or some crap like that) would bring a new understanding on this whole "Mello secretly loves Near" scenario.
…Yeah, I was wrong. It didn't. As per usual, I might add. I think I must have done something to annoy someone up there, because my life sucks. A lot.
Anyways, I'm still just as confused as ever about Mello and his "love interest". Why couldn't I end up with a normal, easy to understand friend? Noooo, I end up getting Mello. Lovely.
I honestly STILL can't believe it though. Near? Ew. He's so… weird. And pale. And weird.
I also can't believe how worked up I'm getting about it. I'm surprised I haven't punched Mello in the face yet for making such a stupid mistake.
I mean, really, if he wanted someone to drool over, then he could choose… I don't know. Someone like… me.
Wait, what?
…Moving on.
In Baking Class today, Mello and I decided to make sultana scones. It seems that Mello's diet does consist of something other than chocolate. It's a miracle! And – not to boast, or anything – but they were fucking fantastic.
We ate them with raspberry jam and whipped cream. Scones have moved up a few hundred notches on my list of favourite foods.
It's kinda cute how Mello's a good cook.
Also… uh, kind of feminine.
August 7th 2006.
Ha, it sucks to be Mello right about now. He decided that sitting outside last night and watching the stars would be a really good idea.
…He didn't take into account the fact that there are a lot of mosquitoes out at the moment.
He's covered head-to-toe in itchy bites. It's HILARIOUS. He keeps complaining, because, apparently, it looks like he has chicken pox. (I have to admit - it does.) And everyone knows how totally unattractive the chicken pox are. (I have to admit - they are.)
Oh, woe is Mello. His life is a series of trials and tribulations. How will he cope? How will he go on?
He keeps itching them – despite my wise words about how scratching will only make them worse.
Trust me, I know. Yeah, that summer was terrible...
Anyways, I might need to tie his hands together or something. In fact, let me just try….
Yeah, didn't think so. He bit me.
August 13th 2006.
Urgh. Today has been a day I'll never forget, that's for sure. And I can't decide whether I'm excited or annoyed about it. I hate feeling indecisive, you know. It's such a waste of time, being confused.
…I'll start from the beginning.
Roger got sick, which, really, isn't surprising for a man of his age. But, because he got sick, there was no one (the other teachers don't count - they're all useless) to tell us to behave properly. So, basically, we ended up having a no-lessons day.
Wooooh, right?
But then Linda decided to start a compulsory game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven". And – as much as I wanted to – I couldn't refuse, because Linda is scary. And, strangely enough, Mello didn't want to refuse, so I couldn't even threaten Linda with the thought of Mello screaming at her.
So, we were all sitting in a really squished circle in middle of Linda's room, and she decided to make me the first to "go". She blindfolded me with some really thick pink scarf (pink… not really my colour), and shoved me into a hideously terrifying pit of purples and turquoises and sparkles and glitter- I mean, her wardrobe.
After almost tripping over various shoes for what seemed like an eternity, I managed to sit down on something that didn't make a weird snapping noise, and then proceeded to whine to my inner self about how horrible life was.
Then I heard laughing and cheering outside, and the door opened, and someone - presumably - got shoved inside, and practically fell into my lap. There was a bit of an awkward silence (obviously) and I wanted to yell out, "RUUUUN! GET AWAY FROM ME! SAVE YOURSELF!" but didn't.
Yeah. …I don't do so well in awkward situations.
But then – here's the part that's making me feel confused – the person (God knows who it actually was) started to hesitantly brush my hair out of my face. It kind of went on like that for a bit; them softly touching bits of my face, or gently playing with my hair, or slowly trailing a finger up and down my chest, but then they suddenly touched their lips to mine. It wasn't anything… uh, makey-outey – a series of sweet-tasting butterfly kisses more than anything else – but I just can't get it out of my head.
It felt so… right. I'm going all weird and sappy now, but it was like that person's lips were made for mine.
The tragic thing is, though, that the person then left the closet in a rush, so when I pulled my blindfold off, they had already sat back in the circle.
Everyone refused to tell me who it was – even Mello didn't say anything. For Christ's sake, he's supposed to be my best friend!
Ignoring all Mello-related incidents, I must find out who this mystery person is.
August 17th 2006.
Ah, no luck on the mystery-kisser thing. I don't really know how I'm going to find out. I mean, really, I can't go around the entire orphanage saying to people, "Hey, can I lock you in a closet with me for a second? I want you to kiss me!" …It would be weird.
So, I decided to tell Mello that I really, really wanted to find this person, (Read: "Tell me who it fucking is, bitch, before I tell Near you're in love with him!") but he just snickered and threw his chocolate wrapper at me.
… Yeah, lovely, I know.
On the plus side, though, this incident has taken my mind off of the Mello-Near thing. Because every time I remind myself of that I get all inexplicably sad, and get the urge to throttle Near with Linda's stupid pink scarf-turned-blindfold.
I don't know why I've become so aggressive. I'm sure it's not good for me – the genius that I am.
Hm. What other news do I have? Oh, yes, I had a strange dream last night. There were a cluster (yes, I've made the collective term for zombies a "cluster" because it sounds more epic than a "group") of zombies eating pineapples and playing cards in Near's room.
Everything was all well and good until I got eaten.
August 20th 2006.
…I managed to get into a jellybean fight with Mello today. Our entire room is littered with a scattering of rainbow jellybeans. Yes, it does look as cool as it sounds.
It was quite fun, actually, despite the fact that I'm now going to have at least a gazillion jellybean-shaped bruises on my body. (Maybe I'll end up looking like a cheetah or something?)
…On closer inspection, the wall behind Mello's bed (which has been upturned to act as a weird fort/barrier sort of thing) is covered in little multi-coloured dots. Ah, isn't artificial jellybean colouring pretty?
Now, how to clean them all up, and where to put them? Because I don't think Roger would be too pleased if he found millions of jellybeans in our bin. (Yes, sweets are strictly prohibited here at Wammy's. Except for Mello's chocolate. Because that's a totally different story…)
Anyways, Mello suggested that we store them up and use them as ammunition for when we next see Near. I didn't think that was a good idea, because Near might be handy with a jellybean. He's good at everything else.
And being throttled by Near in a jellybean fight would be very embarrassing.
Maybe we could feed them to the rabbits? Hold on, let me try.
Hm, I just gave Pickles one, and he ate it. I didn't know rabbits liked jellybeans.
Oh, wait.
They don't.
I think I'll let Mello clean up the mess that is a chewed-up-and-spat-out jellybean coated thickly in a dumb rabbit's saliva.
August 26th 2006.
Aw. Mello got kicked out of baking class today. He's in a bit of a strop about it. (A bit? Understatement, anyone?) He doesn't seem to understand exactly why he got kicked out.
Because, really, what harm could possibly be done by putting wads of tinfoil into the microwave to see how long it would take for said microwave to explode?
'Not long' is the answer.
Baking class is going to be boring now.
Mello has to buy a new microwave for the Baking room now. I bet he uses my money.
I must hide my pitiful amount somewhere, even though we all know that Mello doesn't understand the concept of "privacy."
But, in order to cheer him up, I bought him a few bars of chocolate (with the aforementioned pitiful amount of money I have) from the shop around down the road.
I'm such a fucking nice guy.
It was strange, though, because when I gave him the chocolate, he stretched up and kissed my cheek.
Cue weird internal swooning.
…August sucks.
Dun dun duuun. Is that… the start of a plot I see? …Probably not (:
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