Summary: Matt and Mello 'come out' to Wammy's House.
"H…hey, Matt?" A voice asked me timidly. I paused my DS and looked up. It was a short, shy girl named Lingo. She could speak about seventeen different languages, but never raised her voice above a loud whisper. People're weird, I guess.
"Yup?" I answer cheerfully. Mello's currently badgering the canteen lady for more chocolate, so it'll be a while before he returns to scare her off.
"W…will you go with me to the carnival?" She blurted out. Oh dear. It's a very good thing Mello wasn't here to hear that.
"Sorry, I'm going with Mello." I told her, but I don't think she understood what I meant, as her reply was to squeak:
"O-okay, maybe next time!" before scampering off. And a good thing too, because that's when Mello came back.
"Who was that?" He asked, although it was more like "Oo goss dat?" due to the chocolate crammed into his mouth. I, luckily, had had a great deal of experience with mouth-stuffed-full-of-chocolate Mello, so could understand him.
"Eh, some girl wanting to go to the carnival with me." I explained, casually. I should probably tell you that the carnival is in town for a total of three days, but us Wammy kids are only being taken on the last one, 'so we don't cause too much mayhem'. But trust me, we will anyway. But anyway, getting back to the story…
"What!" Mello raged, overreacting as usual. "You told her no, right?" He demanded of me. I grinned up at him.
"Well duh, I'm going with you. I told her that, but I think she thinks I meant as friends…which reminds me, when are we going to 'come out' to the House?" We'd been going out for a few weeks now, so really, it was about time.
"I'll think of something." Mello promised me. I could hear the cogs turning in his head, so it was almost on automatic that I said,
"No knives." He looked kinda disappointed at that.
"…I'll think of something else, then."
The next day dawned bright and early, and Mello claimed he knew what to do. He would not, however, tell me what. Ah well, to be honest, I'm pretty used to it by now.
Anyways, he didn't do anything all morning, until we were lining up in the canteen for lunch. I was in front, because Mello always makes such a huge fuss about there not being enough chocolate on the menu. So, I was just reaching for a juice box when Mello calls my name.
Being the good little puppy-dog I am, I put down my tray and turn around, only to find Mello's lips on mine. I freeze for a minute before returning the kiss enthusiastically. I'm hardly going to say no to a make-out with Mello, am I?
At first no-one notices, then a sort of silence washes over the whole room. I guess it was kind of surprising, seeing us kissing, but really, these people need to be more observant. The way I brush his hair out of his eyes, or he leans his head on my shoulder, isn't enough for them? Ah well.
Eventually, we broke apart. Oxygen is a useful substance, but a constant requirement of it can get annoying. Mello leant over to whisper in my ear,
"Do you think that did the trick?"