"Well I guess we're trapped in here…" Matt reminded me, interrupting my thoughts. His cheeks were flushed as he sat half naked on my floor. I averted my eyes quickly as I gently collapsed on my bed.

"That's a fact," I agreed. "But that will give us a chance to figure out this whole murder mystery thing that your mom got wrapped up in."

"Oh," Matt visibly tensed up. It was obvious that he didn't feel comfortable talking about it. "You probably want to know the story then…"

"Well actually, that doesn't really matter to me as much as it will to L," I told him. He looked at me strangely as if he didn't know who I was talking about.

"L?" he asked dumbly. I laughed, thinking maybe he was joking...but then realized that I was mistaken…

"Oh, erm, L is the world's best detective. He's solved every case he's ever taken on. I've already contacted him before. He owes my parents a favor anyway," I told him. He nodded slowly as he fiddled with the drawstrings on the swim trunks he was wearing.

"So, this L guy…You think he'll get my mom out of jail?" he asked quietly, looking down.

"I KNOW he will," I answered confidently. Matt rewarded me with a small smile and then stood up.

"I'm going to go hop in the shower. Don't go anywhere!" he warned as he made his way out of my room. I smiled in response because that's all my mouth could do for me at the moment without fucking up.

So…a lot has happened in the last half hour…

One, I'm gay…
FOR MATT ONLY

Two, we had the hottest kiss out by the pool…

Three, my mother saw the kiss and didn't say anything about it…

Four, I think I'm falling for this kid…

When the fuck did this happen?


"Good shower?" I asked Matt as he re-entered my room. He shrugged as he slipped his goggles over his eyes again.

"It's was whatever."

"Can I ask you something, Matt?" I spoke quietly as he laid next to me on the bed.

"You can ask me anything," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What's with your goggles…?" I asked cautiously. He laughed a little bit. Yeah, real funny…

"I've had a condition since I was really little. My eyes are sensitive to bright lights and I usually can't have them off for too long without getting an unbearable headache," he explained. I nodded slowly, chewing over this information.

"But why goggles? Why not sunglasses or, I don't know, eye surgery?"

"You think I can afford eye surgery?" he laughed lightly. I mentally slapped myself for suggesting that. Wow, I am really off my game. "And my mom gave me these right before she went to jail. I had a pair of broken sunglasses before and she used what little money she had to buy me a brand new pair of goggles. Granted, this was when we lived at my old house and I was obsessed with swimming."

"Oh, well that explains a lot. You had a pool at your old house?"

"HA! No, Mello!" he laughed, once again… "We could barely afford goggles, let alone a swimming pool! No, our neighbor had one and when he wasn't home, I would sneak into this back yard. I taught myself how to swim," he clarified. I nodded and kept my mouth shut. It's obvious that I can't be intelligent with Matt in the same bed as me…

I tried to contain my awkwardness as we sat there in silence. I knew there was something I was about to do, but I couldn't get my mind to focus on anything. Matt sprawled out next to me, watching the stars on my ceiling TV. My fingers twitched, inches from his. It was an internal struggle on whether or not I should kiss him again. Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing and it shouldn't happen again. Or maybe he didn't even enjoy it as much as I did…

Oh God…Maybe I'm a terrible kisser…

Mello, get a hold of yourself. You think Matt is freaking out right now? No, he's watching the stars…being normal. Why can't you just be normal?

"What are you thinking about that's making your face do that?" Matt asked me with a small laugh. I turned to look at him and his eyes were carefully studying my face. I gave him a weak smile as I tried to make something up in my head but I couldn't think of anything. I had a feeling that my mouth was going to betray me anyway.

"I just find it really weird that my mom didn't say anything about…you know…" I mumbled to him. He turned away with a blush. Finally! I'm not the only one blushing!

"Oh…yeah. Well, maybe she already suspected…" he suggested quietly. I shook my head in disapproval. I had never shown any interest in boys OR girls. I've always been so focused on my grades and doing what my dad wants me to ALL the time!

"There's no way they could have suspected that I was gay because me, myself and I didn't even know I was gay…" I told him. It was hard for me to actually say those words out loud. It felt weird coming out of my mouth, but knowing that Matt was gay too made me feel a lot better. At least I'm not alone and at least I have someone to be gay with…If you know what I mean…

"No…" he said as he shook his head. "I mean…maybe they already suspected that you and I had something going on between us…"

"Oh," was all I said. That theory made a lot more sense. I mean, there aren't any cameras in my room so there's no way they could have seen what Matt and I have been doing in here. Maybe my dad's friends finally got through his head or something.

"I didn't mean to make you upset or anything…" he mumbled. "I know this is all…new to you…"

"No, Matt. I'm not upset at all. I was just curious is all. I just couldn't believe that my mom didn't say anything about it…"

Matt nodded in agreement. He stood and made his way to my closet to change. I sighed as I picked up my cellphone. I waited while it rang.

"This is L," I heard a familiar voice say on the other end of the line.

"Hi, L. Remember that favor you promised me?" I said hopefully.

"Yes."

"Well, I have a friend whose mom is in jail—"

"Does he go by the name of Matt?" L asked me impatiently. I stopped short and looked around my room for cameras. Maybe there were cameras…

"Uh…yeah, actually. His dad—"

"Was a part of a gang that you just recently found out about from an unexpected visitor while you were in the hospital for a gunshot wound," he finished for me. This was starting to creep me out. "You believe that the gang had something to do with the framing of Matt's mother who has to serve a life sentence in prison unless new evidence is presented to her case. Am I correct so far?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"You called me to see if I would look into the case and see what I could find, right?"

"Yes, but…"

"Do you realize that this case probably won't take me long, but will be a significant waste of my time?" he asked me heartlessly. I swear to God, if he doesn't stop interrupting me…

"L! If you would let me finish ONE sentence you would know exactly what I want!" I snapped. I didn't mean to, but he was being an arrogant asshole. And arrogant assholes don't like other arrogant assholes.

"Continue."

"I just need to you to spend one day on this case and point me in the right direction and I can hire some people to look into it further. It's just that regular detectives won't know where to start, L. You of all people should know how talented you are." Believe it or not, I had to say all of that in one breath before he tried to interrupt me again.

"I see your point, Mello. I will give this one day. If I don't find any significant clues, then you're on your own. I will look into this tomorrow. Today I am busy." Click.

Bye to you too, I guess…
How rude.

I walked over to the closet and knocked on the door rapidly. "Matt! Matt! Matt!"

"What?!" he asked as he opened the door urgently. His eyes were wide and panicked. Honestly though, I didn't even notice at first. I was too focused on how goddamn sexy he looked in the outfit he threw on. Goggles as usual, tight jeans, and a black shirt. It wasn't anything special, but he made it look sexier than it should have. God, I'm infatuated.

"Um…" I said as I stared at the ground, trying to contain the huge blush on my cheeks. "L said that he would look into your mom's case tomorrow!"

"That's great!" Matt yelled, excitement growing on his face. I smiled at his happiness. Matt jumped forward and wrapped me in a hug, thanking me over and over again.

"You're wel—"

And his lips were on mine again. It took me by surprise because I honestly thought that we had a silent agreement not to kiss again for a while. But apparently he felt comfortable enough to keep doing this…

My eyes fluttered shut as I took in his energy. His warmth enveloped me and I felt at peace again. Was this real life? Were lips supposed to feel this good against mine?

Matt's arms tightened around me and my hands naturally went through his hair. I couldn't take this euphoria. It was too much. It's not an easy thing to be a guy and, uh, turned on…because our body likes to make it known to the world when we are. And it's especially difficult to hide when you're in tight pants…I'm just saying. So far I was doing an okay job at hiding how good he was making me.

A small moan escaped Matt's mouth as he pressed me up against the door frame. Woah, guys. This is getting too hot. It's like as soon as I thought this wasn't a big deal, his lips felt softer and his tongue moved gentler. How could he turn me on so much? Doesn't this only happen in movies or shows?

"Mello," he whispered against my lips. My body trembled as a reaction as I looked up into his eyes. They were shielded but I could see the emotion behind the lenses. "Thank you."

I want to say, "It's not a problem!" or "You're welcome, Matt!", but all that really comes out is awkward, uncontrollable giggles. I'm sure my cheeks are nice and red by now…

Matt kisses me one last time on the forehead and then walks over to my bed. I'm not sure whether he wants me to follow or if he's just looking for a place to sit down. I watch him awkwardly from the closet until he motions for me to come sit by him. I made my way over to him as calmly and coolly as possible.

"Are you afraid to get close to me?" Matt asks me when I finally sit down. I look at his face to see if maybe his mouth just betrayed him and let that sentence slip out, but he looks intently at me for an answer. I look down at my lap and give a half smile.

"No…" I finally say. "It's just that this is all so new to me…" That was the worst thing I've had to admit to him so far. I'm new, and I'm awkward and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. There, I said it. God, this infatuation is going to kill me.

"Yeah, me too," he admitted with a chuckle. I looked up in surprise.

"Really? But you said that you had kissed a girl before!" I countered.

"No, I never said that," he laughed again. "I said that I had kissed someone before. And just because I've kissed someone, doesn't mean there was any feeling behind it. It was a game of spin the bottle and the two guys that I kissed weren't even that attractive. Not like you—"

I looked up quickly as I heard that comment slip out of his mouth. Finally! His mouth has failed him too! Finally! I'm not the only one blushing! This made me feel a lot better knowing that I wasn't the only one that felt kinda new at this whole thing. The only problem is that Matt is so comfortable with just jumping right into things and I'm just all…awkward.

How am I supposed to try and form some sort of relationship with this guy when I always feel like I'm two steps behind him? It's a struggle, I tell you. This is so fucking irritating because I'm not used to be behind. I'm not used to not winning. God, I'm a spoiled brat. But admitting it is the first step…

"Thanks," I tell him shyly. Matt returns a small smile. I look at his eyes through his goggles. "I really wish you didn't have to wear these all the time."

"My goggles? Why? You don't like them?" he asked frantically, touching his frames.

"No, it's not that I don't like them. It's just that I like your eyes better," I admitted. Okay, well that's a good step I guess.

"I get that a lot. It's not like people see my eyes often, but when they do it's like they've never seen green eyes before."

"Well your green eyes are different, Matt." He shrugged in response to my statement and that was all that was said about his eyes.

God forbid that an awkward silence was falling upon us…I literally couldn't take being in his presence when neither of us were saying anything. You think I was awkward before? Man, I'm the most awkward person alive in awkward silences.

"So, what do you want to do?" Matt asked. Thank God. That was a close one.

"I don't know…"

Well, that conversation lasted long. Good job, Mello. Fucking things up again, I see.

"Well we can watch a movie or something," he suggested. And I couldn't think of that because…? God, I'm so stupid around him.

I guess there was really nothing else we could do except lounge around until my bullet wound healed a little. I had a feeling that despite me being injured and confined to the house, my life was about to get really, really interesting.

Maybe a little too interesting…


A/N: Sorry that this is a little later than what I originally wanted it to be, but some things came up. I know, it happens all the time. I feel really bad that it took me so long, and I didn't even have time to edit it. Don't mind the typos. Just know that I didn't rush through this chapter, I just didn't have time to go back and read through for typos. I hope you guys like it. I worked really hard on it and I'm not feeling the greatest. Please review and tell me what you think!

~mattXmello

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