BC: Chapter 11! We are surviving through the CERTAIN PERIL that is half yearly exams. And we love you guys too much not to put up another chapter!

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Matt's POV-

Inhaling poisonous cigarette smoke counted as fresh air, in Matt's humbly pissed off opinion.

Fervently taking another deep drag of his cancer stick, Matt groaned in frustration.

Just what the hell was going on here?

He should be livid at Mello for being such a cocky bastard, for causing him to stay in the Restaurant of Eternal Displeasure, for mocking him, and he'd had every intention of dragging Mello out of that confusing place...

Then Mello's desert came. And within seconds, Matt couldn't have torn himself away from watching if a copy of Bioshock 2 had been dangling in front of his eyes. He had wondered idly if voyeurism was hereditary or one just became accustomed to it as Mello spun chocolate around his spoon and brought it to his lips, smearing it just a little before swallowing it whole. He sure felt perverted just watching Mello lick his lips, eyes closed slightly, as though it was the best tasting thing on the planet.

But then Mello had, slowly and deliberately, licked his spoon clean of chocolate sauce, eyes on Matt, lips curved upwards decadently.

Matt had felt the sparks go off in his brain like fireworks, and his familiar blush claw its way across his cheeks as he excused himself to go light up.

Which was why Matt was so pissed off with himself.

He had froze, utterly transfixed by the spectacle, at Mello's mercy. Something he had sworn he never would be again. He had pinned for the boy after Mello had left; had begged the stars and whoever might have listened to him beyond the heavens that the blonde was safe.

The kid Mello was had kissed him, after all. All Matt had assumed was that the action meant that Mello loved him too. Had loved him back.

But that was also what he was, a kid. Kids made stupid mistakes all the time. Who was to say Mello hadn't completely written off what had happened? They were both old enough to know the difference between lust and love... weren't they?

Matt didn't know.

He had reached the filter of the cigarette. He glanced at it, one end burned, the other end embedded with teeth marks, and brought it to his temple, pointing it right between his eyes.

"Bang." Matt muttered, and flicked the smouldering stub onto the ground, crushing it under his heel.

The bastard had known how nervous he was, how tense, and had used it for his own benefit. His own sick little amusement.

But Matt swore that he would never do it again. He would not think of Mello the way he (wanted to) had been lately, because Mello obviously didn't think of him that way.

Matt stuck his hands in his pockets, and slouched back inside.


Mello's POV-

Mello was starting to get worried, Matt had been out getting some fresh air for quite awhile now, and he was starting to get the feeling that he may have just left him and driven off home. Mello had been thinking about doing the exact same thing not too long ago, so who was to say that Matt had had enough torture after the desert and left?

Mello's stomach tightened, and although he was only half way through his ice cream, he felt like he couldn't eat anymore without physically being sick. He got up from the table and made his way to the register, and paid the bill. He didn't have a whole lot of money on him, but it wasn't an expensive restaurant, so he could cover it.

He opened the door at the same time as Matt did from the other side, nearly causing a collision.

"Where are you going?" Matt asked, clearly startled by Mello standing at the door.

Mello's face broke into a grin.

"Coming to find you, I thought you may have left without me."

"Left without you? Why would I do that?"

"Oh I dunno, maybe you couldn't take a joke or something… it sounds like something you would do."

"Ha ha" Matt retorted, side stepping his way past Mello and heading towards the register himself.

"That would be $15 sir," the waiter said to Matt, holding out his hand.

Mello stepped forward and placed his hand on Matt's as he started fishing around in his wallet for the appropriate money.

"I just paid you!" Mello exclaimed, making Matt looked up in confusion.

"Indeed, indeed." The waiter said, before turning around and walking into the kitchen, mumbling something about not being able to pay his bills and a tip here and there wouldn't hurt anyone.

"What the hell was his problem tonight? I have come here so often before, and I have never had a problem with him. But tonight, all he did was embarrass me and himself, make crap food, then try to rip us off!"

Matt's little rant was adorable to Mello, and he tried not to smile as he complained. It was hard, the way his face went slightly blotchy, his fists clenched and arms locked straight down his sides, the effect was somewhat like that of a constipated soldier. Mello was still shaken up from previously though, and the sudden panic that maybe Matt had left him at the restaurant by himself, so he kept his mouth shut as they walked to the car to make their way to Matt's apartment.


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