Speech On Pause
-Mello-

I'm not going to even wonder what has gotten into that kid. I'm still blushing; I can feel it burn my cheeks as I try to sleep. I roll over in an attempt to get comfortable and fall asleep. I take a breath and close my eyes. The feel of cool fingers touching my skin is imprinted in my brain, and the memory of the hotness of Near's breath against my ear is keeping me up.

I swallow and stare at the wall once again. "Stupid Near," I mumble aloud, throwing my blankets off of me and onto the floor, where they end up every morning. I grab up a tee shirt and pull it over my head as I walk out of the room. Making my way as quietly as possible down the halls, I clench my hands. I walk right into Matt's room and go for his desk drawer, pulling out a spare bar of chocolate.

I slide the drawer closed and walk out of the room. I take that guy too much for granted, but oh well. It gets me free chocolate and him some entertainment once in a while. I rip open the candy and snap off a bite. With a heavy sigh I make my way further down the halls to Stupid Near's room.

I open the door and walk inside, closing the door behind me. I can almost feel Near waking up. I turn around and glare at him through the darkness. "What the hell did you do to me?" I hiss at him, waking him further.

He rubs an eye and moves to sit against the wall. "Mello, please refrain from such language. It's unnecessary," he murmurs and tugs his white comforter around his frame, probably to keep warm.

My eyes harden further. "What did you do?" I ask, my voice nearly cracking. I take a few steps closer to him and stare him in the eye.

"I didn't do anything," he tells me quietly. I know he wants to go back to sleep.

I press a knee into the mattress and hoist myself to sit in front of him. "You did something."

He blinked at me once before letting out a breath. "Why do you think this?" he asked me.

My throat closed. I couldn't very well tell him I was thinking about him. That would just arise questions that he would ask. I clench my jaw and hands. I want to hit him in hopes of relieving the tension in the room. Instead, I don't and just stare.

He closes his eyes and leans back towards his pillow. "Since you have no reason to say this, please lie down." I stare at him, my eyes wide. He wants me… to sleep with him? I blink thrice before hardening my glare once again. His wide eyes open and the white of the comforter, pillows, and the rest of the room give him a ethereal glow. His hands grasp my arm and ease me onto the pillows.

Words escape me and leave my speech on pause as I lay beside him. I stare straight up, knowing I could yell at him and I should throw him against the wall and run again, but I feel comfortable. My eyes close and I slip into an easy sleep.