1 year later
I had been on the couch as Mello slept in my room. We had been seeing each other for one year now. It was a remarkable feeling knowing that he belonged to me and no one else. Nevertheless, it was almost too good to be true. In lieu of some reason I had been vigilant with him a lot lately unknowing what I was to do. Something mysterious inside me told me not to trust him. I don't know why. Everything had been okay between Mello and I. I think that maybe it was just my nerves. At least that's what I told myself. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't will the feeling away.
I lay back on the couch letting a deep breath of air out of my lungs. I needed a cigarette. Leaning back up I stretched before leaning forward towards the coffee table and grabbing my pack of cigarettes, pulling one out, and lighting it between my lips. I thought about going through his phone, but if I did and Mello found out then there'd be trouble and I had already told myself previously to getting with Mello that I would not go through his phone; that I would not get clingy. Clingy didn't look good on me. Maybe though, just maybe I love Mello too much, I thought as I tiptoed back into my bedroom where the blonde slept on my bed and where his phone laid on the bedside table. I stood looking intently at it before shaking my head a bit. No I couldn't do it. On the inside, my body was screaming at me to pick it up and go through it, but my mind easing itself said I wouldn't find anything and that I was being stupid. So, yes I shook my head as I made my way back to the living room to sit on the couch and smoke another cigarette. Why? Because I couldn't get clingy, like I said, no one likes clingy.
After finishing my cigarette I sauntered back to the bedroom. Tomorrow would be better. Mello and I were going to hang out with one of his friends. Maybe, that would ease my mind one way or another. Climbing in bed I fixed my eyes on Mello. He was absolutely striking. Everything about him was impressive. My mind had always been in awe of him. He had never ceased to surprise me.
I smiled a little before wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. After that I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I was aware of was the blonde leaning over me shaking me violently. I peeled my eyes open, bringing my fisted hands to my eyes rubbing. What time was it anyway? I laid my hands in my lap as I looked up into Mello's face that displayed a frustrated look.
"What time is it?" I questioned scratching the side of my head. I sat up causing Mello to tilt up more as he straddled my hips; sitting atop my lap. He crossed his arms across his chest flipping his hair out of his face.
"It's past noon." He stated sternly.
I glanced at the alarm clock. It read one Pm.
"That doesn't tell me the time." I stated back just as sternly realizing that I had overslept from staying up last night. I only stayed up so late because of Mello so, technically wasn't this his fault? Either way he rolled his eyes and climbed off me to stand beside the bed.
"It doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that Ren has been sitting here waiting on you since ten this morning. Or did you just not care?" Mello spat as he angrily threw my jeans in my face. I swatted getting a face full of jeans. Grabbing them I stood atop the bed jerking them onto my hips, zipping the zipper. Climbing down off the bed I grabbed my striped shirt pulling it on. Mello was in a mood today which meant that I'd have to play nice until he realized how dumb he was being. Sometimes it was a headache, but thinking onto last night he was worth it. He had to be especially, since I could lose sleep over him.
"Sorry, Sorry I'm hurrying," I sat on the edge of the bed, Mello handing me a pair of socks. "Where the fuck is he now?" I asked sliding a sock onto each foot.
"The living room," Mello chuckled to himself. "He's smoking up your cigarettes."
I stepped into my shoes. Why would Mello let anyone do that? Did I or my mom look like we were made out money? Cigarettes aren't cheap, unless you buy the really cheap ones I suppose. Argument for another day though.
"Fuck, Mello why would you let him do that?!" I exclaimed running into the living room. I could hear Mello laughing behind me. Mentally I rolled my eyes.
Entering the living room I could smell the sweet smell of Marlboro reds in the air. I inhaled. Slanting my eyes I stared at the evil being that thought it was okay to go into other people's houses and smoke up their cigarettes like they owned a damn factory of them. I cleared my throat pretty loud making my presence known.
The alleged Ren turned his black haired head around to face me. He smiled at me as he stood to his full lofty height. I was taken aback, in spite of this I still had a war to pursue with him.
"You must be Matt," Ren's composed voice said. "Mello told me about you." He smiled at me and for a moment I felt as though I had seen him before. My mind quickly dismissed it despite this.
"Yes, and you must be Ren, the outlandish creature who has stolen my cigarettes!" I fake- exclaimed as I waved my arms in the air in a surprised manner. Of course this was my poor attempt to be sarcastic, but honestly that had gotten on my nerves. Ren didn't seem to care though. He covered his mouth in a shy manner as he busted out laughing. I could feel heat rush to my face unaware if whether or not if I was blushing just then. Mello patted me on the back as he joined the laughter.
"Ren, Matt's a little high strung," He laughed.
"What?! Where's this coming from? Aren't I the victim here? I mean he stole my cigarettes!" I looked around the room for any sign of acknowledgement; there was none. I let out breath, "I'm going to the store and then we can leave."
"I can take you." Ren offered as I got to the front door. I turned and stared at him for a second. I thought about it really hard, but for some reason I was in a bad mood and didn't want to say anything mean. So, shaking my head I opened the front door and walked out it.
As I walked to the gas station I kept having a feeling about that guy Ren. There was something I didn't really like about him. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about him. Maybe it was his personality or the strange feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. It didn't take very long for me to get to the store and back. The walk had been surprisingly calming as well. My irritation had melted away, that when I had reached my front door I was actually looking forward to hanging out with Mello's friend. The nervousness about the whole thing was nearly gone.
Opening the door I looked up and for a second my eyes and mind unable to believe the scene before me. This was some sick joke right?
