I sat in my bedroom reviewing the events that had taken place. Why? Why would Mello do this to me? Did I mean that little to him? My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was the fifth text message that he sent me today. This one said,

Matt please, talk to me.

I rolled my eyes. What was he going to say? There wasn't a thing he could say to make me feel better about what happened. He had to know that. This time Mello had fucked up. He'd done something; something more than just cheating on me. He betrayed my trust, he took away the reason to believe in his loyalty. Okay so, maybe we weren't officially dating, but a part of me had believed that on some level we were. I knew from the beginning of our friendship to when we began having sex that Mello had screwed around a lot. Maybe I believed I was different from other guys, but apparently I'd been wrong.

I let out a breath snuggling underneath my covers. I wouldn't allow Mello to infect me in this way. I couldn't. He'd been my whole life since we were kids and now it was apparent that I hadn't been the only one in his. Maybe it was selfish of me, but if that was so, then I guess I'm a selfish person.

I stayed under my blankets remembering and replaying all my thoughts and feelings. Tomorrow was a new day. Maybe tomorrow I would be up to talking to Mello, but one way or another I was not about to allow myself to be pulled in…

I woke up. At first I was in the best mood until wham! It hit me like a ton of bricks. The day before yesterday. I sighed heavily. I wish I could forget about it already. I didn't want to remember, but I did and it'd be the death of me.

Getting a shower and getting dressed I went into the kitchen that as always, was parent less due to them working. I sat at the round wooden table where cereal and a green bowl with a folded piece of paper under it and spoon sat waiting for me patiently Lifting up the green bowl I pulled the folded piece of paper out from under it. Setting the bowl back down I f don't of me I unfolded the piece of paper. It read:

Matt, breakfast is on the table. I wanted to let you know that I will be working late tonight. So, be a good boy do your homework and eat the dinner I prepared for you in the fridge.

Love ,

Mother

I smiled as I put the paper back on the table. Pouring me out some cereal into the bowl I got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the carton of milk. Sitting back down I poured me out some into the bowl and began to eat. Today could be a long day. Not if I could help it though.

After I got done eating I sauntered back off to my room and climbed in bed. Smiling as I pulled the covers over my head and hid my face under my pillow. And my mother actually thought I'd go to school today.

I have no idea what time it was when out of no where I heard beating on my on my front door. Pulling my head out from underneath the blankets I searched around the room which was now pitch black. Shit, I thought to myself. I'd slept all day.

Climbing out of bed I slowly made my way to the front door opening it to reveal a worried looking blonde. He rushed inside as I shut the door and locked it behind him.

"The hell you been all day? I tried calling you like five times. Hell, I even texted, but look what good that did."

I arched an eyebrow. Well, he didn't have to be snippy.

"I've been asleep." I scratched my head walking past Mello and to the sofa where I plopped down and turned the tv on. Some crime Show was on. Disinterestedly I watched it not really paying attention to Mello who seemed to be on a rant. Shouldn't that be me actually? I mean really? I shook my head crossing my arms over my chest.

"Matt! Are you even listening."

Mello was standing in front of me now blocking my view of the television. I looked up and immediately feelings that I a hadn't wanted began to rush up into my chest. I swallowed hard.

"Yeah…" I barely even whispered. "I'm listening." I don't know if I actually said it out loud or not, but how? How could I be okay with him?

"…ahhh do you want to be stupid is that why you ditched? I'm just glad your okay," Mello sat down next to me the seat cushions shifting. Putting his arm around my waist he pulled me closer to him. "Just answer my texts and calls next time you're going to ditch school so, I don't have to be worried about you all day long."

The feelings only continued to bubble up. I could feel so mad at him when he wasn't around, but as soon as I saw him I was okay with him. I shook my head. This wasn't right was it?

His fingers ran up and down my arm gently as he went on about the show we were watching. All I could focus on was how gently his fingers stroked my arm, how he sat there next to me making me feel so comfortable, how he pretended as though nothing happened. Slowly I felt myself relax into him. Before I knew it I was leaning my head against his shoulder and lacing our fingers together as I nodded and pretended to listen. All I saw was him. Yesterday or the day before didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was him.

Maybe, just maybe I could forgive him. Maybe, I was cut out for this and if not I would make myself be.