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It was a month later that Mello spoke to me, and I to him. We both were still a little angered by last month's fiasco.
But roommates were roommates, and it's almost impossible to give the silent treatment to the one you live with.
I was at the library, trying to actually pay attention to the words I was reading. It was proving damn near impossible because Mello sat on the opposite side and kept glancing up from his work to look at me.
It was really starting to piss me off. I don't enjoy being stared at by girls and I sure as hell don't like it when a guy does it.
Oh. My. God. Is Mello…gay? Oh shit! That would make so much sense! His hair and his tight clothes…oh my fucking Jesus! That's insane and probably true.
I wonder if he's scared to come out of the closet.
Why the hell do I care? The more pressing issue is definitely that my roommate is a queer!
Not that I have anything against gay people, but I don't want to live with one that keeps staring at me. What if he's openly gay and wanted me know?
Did he think…I was gay?
No! I refuse to even consider that option. Even if Mello was gay, I am not. So…yea.
I tried once more to study the European Enlightenments John Locke. It was un-successful because John Locke was a guy and Mello kept fucking looking at me.
Eventually it got to be too much and I stood to leave. I shoved my books in my book bag and strode from the room.
It took me a whole two minutes to realize Mello had followed me. I glanced once behind me to be sure of my theory and then fought the urge to either sprint away or look back at him repeatedly.
When he started to jog to keep up with me I began to jog to make sure that didn't happen. He started to run so I started to run. Then I started to sprint, just because he was starting to scare the piss out of me.
"Matt!" He yelled. I took off and heard him do the same behind me.
Oh shit! Where was a supposed to go? I couldn't go back to the room because that would make us alone together. There was nowhere else to hide!
"Oof!" I cried out as a body slammed into the back of mine. I resisted the urge to shout rape at the top of my lungs.
"What the fuck dude?" He growled, crawling off me. Wait…so he wasn't going to rape me? What the fuck is going on?
"Why'd you run like that?" He demanded as I rolled over and sat up, all in one motion. I raised an eyebrow at him. Was he serious?
"Dude…you were chasing me. What the fuck else am I supposed to do?" I replied, my voice dripping with all the implications that he was retarded.
"I don't know…slow down maybe? Anyway..." He took a deep breath and seemed to be debating something in his head. Oh I knew that feeling too well.
After about a minute of his silent internal conflict, I got impatient.
"Just spit it out!" I demanded. He glared at me with daggers growing from his eyes.
"Fuck you! Anyway, the reason, and the only reason, I wanted to talk to was because…I need your help." He told me, keeping contact with my eyes. I noted the icey blue they were. Why do I consistently make observations at the strangest times?
"With what?" I asked hesitantly. Something about that gleam in his eyes, was telling me that the help he wanted wouldn't be pleasant.
"Revenge." He said. I stared at him blankly for a moment. The hamster was running a little slow today. Probably due to the over load of thoughts.
Then I understood. Revenge = Rice? Is he fucking retarded?
"Are you insane? Roger told us that if we got in trouble again he was going to do something 'else' worthy!" I practically shouted. He smirked and then stood up. I had almost completely forgotten that we were on the floor. I quickly followed his lead.
"But we aren't going to get caught dumbass." He replied, smirk ever apparent on his face.
"Then what the fuck do you need my help with?" I asked, making a palm-to-forehead motion.
"I can't carry the damn thing out by myself. I need a decoy." At the word decoy, my head snapped up to look at him.
Decoy almost always meant the one that was going to get caught!
"What the fuck do you mean decoy? You be the fucking decoy!" I growled. There was no way in hell was taking the fall for his dumbass ideas.
"But don't you want to avenge your fallen cigarettes?" He said sweetly, shoving a hot poker into my sore spot.
I contemplated agreeing to help him. Rice did fuck up my cigarettes and she did fuck up a few nights of sleep because I had to sneak around late at night to get new ones. That and she totally fucking snitched on us to save her own ass.
I know revenge is frowned upon…but damn did it look smiley today.
"Alright. I'm in." I told him with a nod. He grinned a truly evil grin. The kind of grin that was just…evil!
"Excellent." He purred. Oh my god. I was really going to have to get him out of the habit of impersonating cats.
(A/N)-Wow...this chapter is kinda in the small side. Oh well, I was too lazy to write anymore. An updates an update, no matter how small! As always, reviews would be lovely.
