Looseleaf

XXXXVI. Flipped

"Yes, of course I will, you bastard!" Mello pulled the redhead up none-too-gently and kissed those wonderfully soft lips.

Matt looked sad. "So...you don't want to?" He shook his head after another silence. "Of course. This was silly. I should have--"

Mello gaped, mouth hanging open about three inches wide and eyes wide. He stared, disbelievingly at the gamer kneeling down in front of him, presenting a velvet box that contained a small ring with a diamond center. "W-wha--?"

Beads of sweat starting to form on his temple, Matt knelt down and awkwardly looked up at Mello, who had a confused face. "M-Mello, I have never ever done this before, so forgive me if it sucks, but here I go anyway. Mel, I've known you practically my whole life, and, uh, I decided that I really really like--Ah, I'll cut the shit. Will you marry me?"

"What is it?" Mello smiled, tilting his head to the side and watching the redhead step away.

Matt nuzzled into the crook of the blond's neck after pulling away. "Can I ask you something?"

"Love you, too, Matty," Mello sighed.

Matt pressed his lips against Mello's, murmuring, "God, I love you." He had nothing to worry about homophobes; he had rented this place all to him and Mello for the whole night, so no one was going to be barging in a bothering them any time soon.

"It's fancy, wow." Mello looked surprised in a pleased way. "Now, if that fountain over there sprouted chocolate instead of water, I think I'd--"

Matt blushed, squeezing Mello's hand as they entered the restaurant. "Yeah." Once he helped Mello get the silky fabric off, he gestured for him to look around. "So...do you like it?"

"Can I take it off now?" Mello whined, referring to the black blindfold that cut off his vision.

"Almost there, I promise, Mel."

"How about now? Damn, I'm starving."

"No, you can't! That'd ruin the surprise!"

"Why can I take off this bloody thing? It's fuckin' bothering me."

"We're almost there."

"Are we there yet, Matt?"