Hello people. So yeah… I've been stuck on that one song 'So What' by Pink, and it's getting on my nerves. Someone break the curse!!
I do not own Death Note, but I do own your reviews.
"M-mell..o. Wha?" Matt was almost speechless. Mello had never hit him that hard before, and in the face. It hurt a lot and it stung as he rubbed the red spot.
Mello started to get scared. He just hit his best friend with all force, the boy that he almost went all the way with and the only person he ever kissed. Matt would surely hate him now, who wouldn't? A masochist, that's who.
They all jumped a little as the bell that ended the day rang and all the other boys started to leave. Matt, Mello, and Near all stayed, tension filling the air, almost suffocating them, especially Near who didn't know wether to stay or leave. Matt kept letting the silent tears fall down his red face and wincing at the pain. Every sound he made caused a chunk of the blonds heart to fall apart.
"I-I'm so sorry Matt!" Mello apologized. He didn't know what to do in this situation, he couldn't think! He wanted to go up, hug the redhead and rub his swollen cheek while giving him kisses. But he couldn't. Near was right there.
It was silent for a few seconds until Near broke the silence. "Um…if you two will excuse me, I'm going to leave." He stood up and before he left the locker rooms said, "I'll see you later Matt." Mello now knew it was safe to do whatever he wanted to do with Matt. Slowly he walked up to his friend in an attempt to hold Matt's cheek, but before he could extend his hand, Matt instinctively backed up quickly. The punch given to him reminded him of when all those people would hit his stomach, bite him…
"G-get away!" Matt screeched as he practically fell onto the floor, his bottom now aching from the abrupt fall. Mello backed away. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to…" Mello trailed off as he heard his friend make the same whimpering sounds a couple weeks ago. This wasn't good.
"No. I'm sorry." Matt tried to wipe away the wetness off his face, but he still could feel other tears replace them. "I-It's just that, I-it's exactly like what they would do…" Before Mello could think of something comforting to say, he replaced the kind words playing in his words with disappointment. "What? How can you compare me to those terrible people who…" he ran his fingers through his blond locks out of stress. "Shit!"
Matt frowned at this. "What do you mean 'How could I?! You hit almost as hard, you bastard! Keep your stupid feelings under control!" Matt suddenly clasped his hand over his mouth. How could he say that? He never called Mello anything before, or at the very least anything bad. Mello's face was twisted. He was angry, confused, sad, and above all nervous. This was the first time the gamer had offended him and it…hurt. And the way Matt had said to keep his feelings in control made it sound like he was telling him to be like…Near! Of course! Why did Matt hang around the albino so much? They both probably grew a relationship behind his back!
" 'Stupid feelings?!' You're the one who can't handle the fact that you lost your parents and that nobody loves you! Actually I stand corrected. Near likes you, because I sure as hell don't love you anymore! If you love that brat so much, so be his bitch!" And with that Mello ran away.
As the piercing words cut through Matt, once again, he broke down into tears, only this time he couldn't stop. It was hard to breath as he choked on his own tears and he pounded the floor with his fist, like a child having a tantrum. Matt didn't care that he was practically naked or that the locker room was now dark because the coach had left. He just kept on crying. All the words Mello had said kept on running through his head, causing him to cry even more. Mello's right…nobody loves me! I'm a freak! Not even my best friend wants me to be around him! Why?!
He tried to stop crying as he decided it would be better to get dressed and leave. Weakly, he put on his long shirt and tiny kaki shorts. Not even bothering to put his locker up, he left.
As he walked down the hall, he could tell that everyone was staring at him because his face was all red and puffy, not to mention the fact that he still had the bruise that Mello gave him. He couldn't possibly go to his room. Mello hated him now, it would be ridiculous to go in there, plop down on his bed and say 'Wazzup bud?' No. He would go to Near.
He didn't even knock on the door that led into the albino's room; he just went in seeking some comfort. Matt found the younger boy sitting on his bed, watching 'The Lost Boys' for the um-tenth time. Matt walked in and closed the door, causing Near to look up. When he saw Matt's tear stained face he paused the movie. Matt sat down on the bed weakly and began to talk.
In Mello's room….
Mello slammed the wooden door as he picked up some half eaten chocolate off the floor that Matt gave to him this morning. It was bitter, but he kept on eating it. He had nothing to do. Nothing to watch, no one to talk to, nothing to play with….he couldn't do anything without Matt.
Thoughts of the redhead floated through his head. Memories of him crying to him on the night of their first kiss, him running, him panting….
Mello snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." the door opened only to reveal Matt, face still red and a bag of ice pressed against his cheek. The bruise was now purple and it made Mello wince as the redhead came in. Neither of them said anything as Matt got another one of his striped shirts, a bag of chips, and his game boy, stuffing them into a little bag that he was given on his seventh birthday from Mello. "Where ya goin' Matt?" the blond asked.
"I'm gonna spend the night with Near…"Matt replied. He opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out a picture of Mello and secretly put it into his bag, careful so Mello wouldn't see. "I just think it would be…awkward to be here tonight…"
Mello didn't like the fact that Matt would be sleeping in the same room as Near, but he nodded his head, to tired to complain. "Um…fine! Go and leave!" Mello put on his pissy act again.
Matt frowned. "That's what I'm doin'! See ya tomorrow!!" And the gamer left, slamming the door behind him. Mello knew he was in deep shit, but he also knew that if Matt weren't too upset with him, he would wake up during the night in terror from a dream and come to Mello for comfort. No one could imagine Near comforting anyone. The thought of the redhead getting into Mello's bed quietly, lying next to him and saying sorry, made Mello feel good. Then Matt would give him a little peck, then Mello would press his lips against the younger boy more forcefully and they would keep their lips connected until Mat fell asleep.
Mello got out of his dreamy state when he began to feel very warm around his stomach. God, it was really getting annoying getting warm every time Matt came to mind.
In Nears room….
"I'm sorry to do this Near." Matt said as he dropped his bag on the ground next to a pile of legos. "It'd just be weird to stay there tonight, don't you think?" Near started to put away the legos that gave the room a plastic stench and agreed. "Yes. It would probably be the most stupid choice you would've made in your entire life." Matt gave a little weak smile at that while rubbing his cheek again. It still hurt like hell.
It was 9:36 and neither of them wanted to go to dinner, so they sat in Near's room while they messed around with his toys. As Near fooled around with his Bionicle, he accidentally knocked down Matt's bag, making all the items fall out. The one item that gained his attention was the picture of Mello that lay on top of the redheads' wrinkled shirt. Near picked it up and studied it. Matt started to blush.
"Matt…"Near began, putting the picture down. "I don't know if I should ask this but are you a masochist?" Matt looked down at the picture of his friend that he would keep forever and said, "If by 'masochist' you mean I would stay with someone even of they beat me and tortured me…" he fiddled with his sleeve and could feel his eyes getting wet. "And if I would do whatever he wanted me to, and follow him, love him with all my heart, e-even I-if he didn't l-love me back…" He wiped away a tear that had just fell down his red cheek.
"Yes, I am."
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