A.N.
Anyone else catch the new Doctor Who tonight? I get so excited when the new series starts.
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Matt
I stayed awake late into the night thinking about what I, well myself and Mello, had done. Didn't it class as cheating? In my mindset I was already engaged, even if it wasn't formal as of yet. But maybe I was blowing it out of proportion, I didn't feel anything behind the kiss. Sure it was warm and wet, tasted distinctly of chocolate, but I saw no explosions like all the stories told me I would see, no electricity pulsating throughout my veins. Simply a pair of soft, slightly chapped lips moving against my own in a midst of confusion and tension.
I didn't miss the way his hand lingered on my cheek after he tucked me into bed or the way he paused at the door before he closed it, but I made no comment, rolling onto my back after he left the room, staring at the wavy pattern in the ceiling. A rippled fan shape that was mimicked over and over until the ceiling met the edge of the wall. I pushed the blanket off myself, strolling across the cold hardwood floor. I pushed back the heavy black curtains and allowed the moonlight to shine through the window. I placed my hands on the pane and slid it up, a gust of cool wind running up my arms and raising goose bumps along my pale skin.
I stayed there until the early hours of the morning, growing icy cold until I finally got the energy to move, the thick layer of stars obscured by the clouds. Mello was already awake, watching the news with a steaming mug of coffee held between his hands.
"Don't you ever sleep?" I asked, pouring myself a cup
"Sometimes. Not today." He replied, taking a sip of his own coffee.
I frowned. "That's not good for you."
"So? I'm helping keep you safe and it gives me stuff to do when I can't sleep."
I shook my head, sitting on the plush couch, watching the news reporter on the vast television, reading the major news across the bar at the bottom.
"Mello…" I turned to face him.
"Hm?"
"It says…It says I've been kidnapped." I paused, white ceramic mug halfway to my lips. "…You haven't…kidnapped me have you? You were hired to protect me. You are protecting me and they've just got it wrong haven't they. Haven't they Mello?"
Mello rolled his eyes. "Yes they've got it wrong you stupid idiot. Your parents know I have you."
"Are they okay?" I asked, I could hear the worry slip into my voice. It made me almost sick to realise I hadn't thought about them. Despite their…lack of interest in me doesn't mean they're still not my parents. It doesn't mean I didn't care about them.
"They're fine Matt. I checked in with them two days ago. If anything happened it would be all over the news. Like you are."
That was true enough. I guess I didn't have to worry too much anything major would be broadcast. And yet, I still worried. I missed home.
It was overly lavish, but big. I could disappear and not hear from anyone for a day. Here I was constantly under Mello's feet or the other way around. It was starting to get to me a little. Maybe more than a little. A lot.
I turned back to the TV, pulling my knees up to my chest, flicking the channel over to some early morning sitcom. "When can I go home?" I asked him.
"I don't know. When the media dies down and we get the all clear from your parents and other guards."
So basically I was stuck in a tiny apartment with someone who loved coming onto me. Fantastic.
