There I stood, weighing my options outside my bathroom. My roommate, Matt, was in there brushing his teeth while I was out here, twiddling my thumbs considering confessing my feelings for him. On one hand, I could keep living my life like this. Me and him just existing here. Me, daydreaming about him and wishing to make him mine. And Matt, sitting around on his video games with whatever he thinks about going on in his head, utterly oblivious to my pining.

And if I told him, what would happen? Would he reciprocate my feelings? Would he stop being friends with me? Would he just say 'cool' and go back to his computer? I never know with him. He was just so quiet and mysterious.

"Hey, Mello."

I snapped out of my trance and looked ahead of me.

"What are you doing?"

Matt was there, done with his teeth brushing.

"I spaced out waiting for you to get done."

"Cool, what were you thinking of?" Matt curiously tilted his head, damn it, he was cute.

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Matt asked, leaning closer to my face.

"Just stuff!" I threw my hands up and walked over to my bed to flop down, "It's a secret stuff."

"Ohhh," Matt flopped down next to me, "Can I hear?"

"I'm debating telling you."

"Ohhh, tell me, tell me, tell me! Come on, Mello, I gotta know!" Matt bounced up and down.

"Mmmmm." I looked away from him.

"Pleassse! I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Now you're getting annoying."

Matt gasped, "Mello, how could you! I'm your best friend no matter what! And you can't trust me with secret stuff!" Matt fell down on the ground with one hand over, "Oh, you wound me!"

I blushed a little; Matt was so dramatic sometimes. Only ever around me, though, which made him even cuter.

"Then perish."

Matt stood up, then laid next to me in bed, "Then you shall sleep with a corpse."

Good thing he had his eyes closed because my face was redder than his damn hair.

"Matt, you're not sleeping here."

No response.

"Matt! Answer me!"

" I have become a corpse. I can not answer. I am dead."

I snorted, "Ok, BB. Goodnight, then." I threw a blanket over him and went to go sleep in his bed.

A few minutes afterward, Matt turned to face me, "Honey," he addressed me, "Why have you left bed?"

"Don't call me that," I mumbled.

"Oh, why not?" H asked, sitting up.

"Because!" I snapped, also sitting up.

Matt dropped his happy-go-lucky tone to speak, "Mello, what's up with you?"

"It's just- I-" I couldn't tell him. I was too much of a coward.

Matt looked down at the ground, "Are we not friends anymore? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! It's- I uh-"

"You don't like me anymore. That's what it is, right? Because I'm stupid and annoying." His voice cracked; I could tell he was on the verge of tears.

"No! Of course not!" I had a thought this could happen. He's always had abandonment and anxiety issues, "I'm acting weird- because I love you! Obviously!"

Oops. Guess that just slipped out. Well, no taking it back now.

"R-really?" Matt beamed.

"Y-yeah. Why else would I be so nervous around you."

"Aww!" Matt jumped up and ran to hug me, "I love you too!" Matt said as he nuzzled my cheek.

"To be clear, we both mean love in a romantic way, right?" I asked as I sat him next to my side.

"Well, I AM." Matt grinned as he leaned against me.

"Thank goddd. I was so worried you wouldn't like me." I fell backward on Matt's pillow, relived.

Matt put his head on the pillow next to mine, "So. Do we date now or something?"

"I mean… I guess? What do you want to do as boyfriends?" I asked.

"Well, we're here. And it's late. We could sleep in the same bed, I guess." Matt suggested.

I took a deep breath and leaned my head on his shoulder, "Sure."

"C-cool." Matt stuttered.

I stretched out and put my head down. Matt followed suit, and for a while, we just stared at each other before Matt put his arms around me and held me. It was nice. Laying there. Not a care in the world. Just the two of us, together.