Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Mello. Please R&R.

INSECURE:

I was unlocking the door, my arms full of shopping bags, when I heard a smash. I almost ran inside and dropped the bags onto the counter before running towards the bedroom. Mello had been unconscious for two days after the explosion.

"Mel?"

"Piss off, you fucking bastard," I heard him yell back. I tried to push open the door but something was blocking it. Mello was probably standing on the other side.

"Mel, let me in. What's wrong?"

"For fuck's suck, Mail, I told you to piss off." What the fuck is his problem? I thought. He only uses my real name when he's really pissed off. Shit. He probably saw the burn.

"Mihael, you better fucking let me in right fucking now or I swear I will leave and not come back." I was bluffing; I could never leave him.

"Fine. Go then. I told you. You're not coming in here." Tears started to form in my eyes.

"Fine," I said. I could feel my heart breaking. "Have a nice life." I began to walk towards the door.

"Wait. Matt?" I stopped. "Matt, please don't leave me. I need you." I could only just make the words out. "Please just leave me alone for awhile. Please?"

"Whatever," I said and unpacked the groceries.

"Mello, I'm going out," I said. I desperately needed a cigarette.

"But you're coming back right?" He sounded worried and vulnerable but he still didn't open the door. Because of this I wanted to tell him I wasn't, I wanted him to run out and stop me from leaving him… but I couldn't. I loved him too much.

"Of course, Mel. How many times do I have to tell you that I will never leave you?" I said affectionately.

I felt so much better when I got back home with my packet of cigarettes and a block of chocolate. I slid the chocolate under the bedroom door and got a blanket from the cupboard. I fell asleep on the couch.

I managed to make it through a week without a cigarette but sleeping on the couch every night gave me little sleep and I was constantly pissed off. Even still I left a bag of chocolate at the bedroom door whenever I had a shower so that Mello could take it when I wasn't watching and replace the bag with fresh clothes.

I couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't come out I have no choice be to force the door open.

I lit a cigarette and began to play on my Xbox. Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open.

"Matt? Are you okay? I smell smoke." He ran into the lounge and stared at me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Hello to you too, bastard. What the fuck were you thinking-" I turned around and look at Mello. My mouth fell open. His was open too and the unscarred side of his face was blushing.

"Matt?"

"Oh my fucking God. That's not fair!" I yelled.

"What?" He looked confused and slightly afraid.

"No matters what happens to you, you always look better than me. It's not fair." I knew I sounded childish but I didn't care.

"Wait, what?"

"For fuck's sake, Mello. You've been hiding from me for a week because of that?"

He blushed a darker shade of pink.

"You idiot. Why?" Now I was confused.

"Because I was scared you'd leave," he mumbled.

I walked to him and took his face in my hands. "Mel. That scar is the most sexy and badass thing I have ever seen in my life besides you. And I've already told you a million times: I will never leave you."

"You wanna know the most sexy and bad ass thing I've ever seen?"

"What?"

"You with a cigarette hanging out the side of your mouth." He smiled and leaned to kiss me. "I've missed you, Uke."