It wasn't every day that Matt opened a magazine, much less actually read one. And when he did, he certainly didn't flip to the stupid quizzes in the back, and certainly when he did this he didn't go looking for the stupidest one in the book. Tell The Truth it was titled, combined with sparkles and pink and flower shit.

The only reason he'd even opened it at all was because of extreme boredom. His roommate Mello had locked him out in a fit after he found out Matt had engaged in friendly conversation with Near (it was like two sentences, and only for homework, as Matt had tried to explain, but it didn't matter to Mello). So Matt was left with himself, his boredom, a game he had beaten seven times on his handheld, and a couple of old magazines that sat outside in the hallway.

And so what else was Matt suppose to do? He wasn't going to read any of the damn articles, that's for sure. So he grabbed a pen (placed conveniently in his pocket for a reason he couldn't remember) and set to work.

Question One: Who's your best friend?

Well, that was an easy one. Matt rolled his eyes and wrote his answer down, fighting back a little smile. Mello. Matt could still remember the day they'd officially become friends, and it still of course brought a smile to his lips.

"Mell, we're friends, right?" Matt had inquired randomly one lazy Sunday morning, draping himself over the foot of his roommate's bed. Said roommate was crouched over a giant textbook, studying as usual with chocolate bar shoved in his mouth. At the inquiry Mello looked up in surprise, blue eyes glittering with defensiveness, as if he'd been threatened by the words.

After a long stare-down, though, Mello finally cracked, a smile splitting his face. "Yeah, Matty," he mused, biting off another chunk off of his chocolate bar. Matt had to blink at the wild look in his eyes as he added, "We're definitely friends."

Matt paused uncertainly for a moment before turning to him completely, smiling a little uncertainly. "Best friends…?" he asked waveringly. Mello blinked, blue eyes glistening; Matt could see the gears turning in his friend's blue eyes, and could hear his own heart pounding in his chest for reasons he couldn't explain, fear of rejection boiling in his stomach.

Finally, Mello let out one of his rare, true smiles. "Yeah. Best friends."

Question Two: Have you ever kissed someone?

What was this, Truth or Dare? Matt snorted, shaking his head in distaste, but in the back of his mind a memory was playing. Now that he thought of it, the only person he'd ever kissed was Mello, and that was…

That was…

It was Christmas Eve and all the children were running rampant, squealing and giggling and singing the few carols they knew. The kitchen smelled of gingerbread and a giant pine tree sat in the main room, decorated with lights and ornaments. There used to be candy-canes on the tree as well, but those had quickly been fought for and eaten. Red and green lights were strewn everywhere, decorations ran rampant, and kids in Santa hats weren't an odd sight to be seen. All and all, it was both cheerful and chaotic.

Some of the oldest were even drinking liquor, Mello included, throwing back glass after glass - he was upset, that was why, because L wasn't showing up this year. He was too busy with whatever bullshit case he was working on now. Therefore, Mello was depressed and throwing back liquor, even though he was only thirteen (and a half). Around seven P.M. though Matt finally managed to drag the blonde out of their room to join the excitement, managing to avoid Near and Linda as they did so, at least until they reached the dining hall. Matt hadn't ever been more shocked and embarrassed as when the brunette girl suddenly screeched upon their entrance, "MATT AND MELLO ARE UNDER THE MISTLE TOE! THEY HAVE TO KIIISSSS!"

Mello's face had turned bright red, red as Matt's hair most would say, and it was something that was both adorable and frightening to Matt. He had felt sure that the blonde would refuse to do such a thing and instead just rip the little mistletoe leaf to shreds, followed by Linda and maybe Near, who was staring at them at the time, but he was wrong. Mello had grabbed Matt by the hair and jerked him into a kiss that was both exhilarating (because it was his first kiss) amazing (because Mello was a good kisser even though that had been the blonde's first kiss too as far as Matt knew) horrifying (because everyone was watching) and painful (because their teeth had clacked together at first). It was a day Mello had insisted Matt forget, to wipe from his mind and never mention again. It was the only order Matt could remember ever disobeying.

Question Three: Favorite Song?

Wow, these questions were random. Really random. Matt sighed and went to scribble down some random Hawthorn Heights song down off the top of his head when another unwanted memory fluttered into his head again.

"Dude, Mello! This song! Ah-hah, this is your song!"

Mello scowled at Matt as he rolled around on the floor, howling in laughter at the song that had shown up on the radio. "Shut the hell up, Matt, it is not," Mello grumbled, but he was covering his mouth as he did, hiding a smile that was stretching across his face at the thought. Matt only continued to laugh and kick, unable to make words escape his throat. Just as he thought the laughter might subside Mello was suddenly beside him, attacking him with tickles, and the laugher started all over again.

Matt had to smile as the memory slipped through his mind, sliding the pen over the laminated paper of the magazine.

Mellow Yellow

Question Four: Has anyone ever broken your heart?

"God, what is this, the Oprah show?"Matt grumbled, clunking his head back against the wall behind him and willing his mind to remain blank. But the memories came all the same.

It was a dreary Thursday afternoon, the kind of afternoon where it rains all day, both literally and in the hearts of the children. There had been a planned festival they were all to go to, a rare occasion as they were leaving the orphanage for the first time in months, but the weather had rained them out again. It was hitting Mello especially hard, and the blonde youth was curled under his blankets, complaining loudly to no one in particular. Matt was of course the only one listening, though, leaning on the wall and pretending to play Zelda; just pretending though - he was really only on the pause screen of the game, truly hanging on Mello's every word. He was ranting on and on about weather, which somehow (as always) turned to a rant about Near and how annoying he was, then to a rant about Roger and his incompetence, then a rant about L and how much Mello wished he'd come visit again. It was really all Matt ever heard out of him anymore.

Half into the second hour of listening to Mello rant Matt finally put an end to it, snapping his head around and shouting, "MEL, CHILL OUT." The blonde blinked, sliding awkwardly off of the bed and onto his shoulders in surprise. He looked up at Matt with wide blue eyes. Matt didn't give him a chance to continue, snapping, "For Christ's sake, Mello, you've ranted for two fucking hours, can you please just cut it? You promised we'd hang out today!"

Mello stared in astonishment for a long moment before his expression hardened into a glare, propping himself back up to glare into Matt's eyes. It wasn't something Matt experienced often, and immediately went to pull the goggles back over his eyes, but Mello swatted his hand away, not allowing him that small comfort. "Matt, don't yell at me," he growled in a gravely voice, a voice he only used when he was in great frustration or was being dead serious. Right then, it was both, and it scared him.

"Mello," Matt managed to get out in a serious tone, though his hands were shaking with fear and effort. "I don't mean to be mean or anything, I just…" Mello opened his mouth as Matt paused, clearly to screech at him, but Matt managed to yell out the last of it just before he could. "I JUST MISS YOU."

"Miss me? I'm right here," Mello growled, getting to his feet. Matt grappled for the correct words, scrambling to his feet to follow, but the blonde was already walking away. "Fuck you, Matt. Go die somewhere, I'm not in the mood for your bitching.""M-Mel?" Matt squeaked, in total shock as the door slammed shut. As the rickety frame of the door made it's final-sounding creak Matt dropped down to his knees again, his gaze wandering to the box sitting innocently underneath his box. Green eyes scanned the tag that he had so neatly and carefully written out. Happy Birthday, Mello.

Yes, Mello did.

Matt sighed but let out a little smile. It was okay, though, Mello had come back and apologized. Still, though… things weren't quite right after that. Matt never did give him his gift either, though it was probably for the best. Chocolates in a heart shaped box weren't exactly something you give to just a friend, right?

But so why did I buy them?

Question Five: Do you love anyone? Who?

"Well, shit," Matt muttered, rubbing his eyes with more irritation than sleepiness. As his eyes scanned his answers to the other questions, he realized: they all had the same answer. And who was he to break such a chain?

I love Mello.

Closing up the magazine and slipping it back where it had been placed before Matt got to his feet and wandered back into his room to wake his love, wishing as he did almost every day he understood what he felt, and wishing even more that the other would second his confusion. Muttering to himself, he wandered over to shake him awake, trying to shove those thoughts from his mind.

"Fucking girly magazines…"

A/N: Wtf is this? This sucks badly. Please: forgiveness. XD I was thinking abot trying to update this every day, but I dunno if I'l lbe able to do it. XD if I do, a lot of them will suck…. xD like this one!