Two weeks had passed since I had asked Mello out. Nothing had changed. He avoided the question as I thought he would and I ignored the fact that he had not had any interest in me in that way.
I sat on his doorstep. It was late and Mello had texted me to come over as he always did only this time he had asked me to come over as soon as I could. The entire way to his house I had wondered why he had wanted me over so, bad. So, sitting on his parent's doorstep I waited patiently.
The sun was beaming down intensely making the air hot and dry. I had already stripped off my striped shirt and sat in my tank top. I'd been sitting for at least an hour holding back the urge to text and or call him. My nerves were on edge; I was anxious.
Pulling my phone from the pocket of my jeans I checked the time. His parent's car wasn't parked in the driveway and it seemed as though no one was home. Across the street I could see his neighbors who had gotten home thirty minutes into my waiting outside together as a family playing ball and grilling. The time read 4:30pm.
I let out a breath. It seemed as though when it came to Mello I always did a lot of waiting. It was okay though because the waiting was always worth being around him. The fact I had to work at it made it all worth it.
Looking up at the sky I began dreaming of what it'd be like to be with Mello all of the time. For me to be the only thing Mello needed, what Mello wanted most in the world.
Thirty minutes had probably passed when I saw the blond waking up the sidewalk towards his house. For a moment an overwhelming urge to run and meet him built up in me. Instead, I decided to let the blond walk at his own pace to me.
I copped a couple glances at the blond as he was walking towards me. The sun glinted off his blond hair that would make Marilyn Monroe jealous. He was perfect in every way. Seeing him just reminded me how much I loved him.
"Matt," he greeted as he walked up the driveway towards me.
I smiled at him briefly standing up. He had a serious look on his face. I could tell he had something he wanted to tell me.
Standing in front of me he motioned for me to sit back down. Sitting down I moved over Patting the spot next to me as Mello sat down as well.
There was no doubt in my mind that Mello had something serious he wanted to talk to me about. A part of me was afraid, but at the same time curious. A few scenarios played themselves out in my head. None of which were in the slightest believable.
"I'm glad you were here. I didn't think you'd wait on me." Mello turned his head to look at me making a face when he saw me lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah, of course," I said taking a long drag on my cigarette.
"Matt I have something important I wanted to talk to you about. So, please just listen. Okay?"
At that moment I felt my heart stop.
