All right, chapter two
All right, chapter two! I'm really psyched to be writing.
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The redhead took one of his friend's gloved hands nervously in his own and used his other to push back a few stands of rain-darkened blonde hair.
All the while, leaning closer and closer…
Matt could feel Mello tense up as he pressed his lips gently to the blond boy's. He pulled back, terrified of the reaction.
Mello looked...confused. His breathing was uneven.
"Matt…" The redhead panicked at this unclear response.
"Mello, I…I'm…I didn't…"
The words faded as Mello raised his hand and brushed his fingers lightly across Matt's cheek, then into his wet hair, snaking his arms around the younger boy's neck and crushing their lips together again.
Matt pulled Mello closer with his arms around the boy's slim, almost feminine waist as they kissed.
I think…
Maybe…
I might just…
It's possible that…
I'm in love with him.
I'm in love with him.
Both boys had had a girlfriend or two in the House, but neither had ever felt very strongly for them. Even those poor girls knew that. Practically everyone saw right through the relationships to the boys' hidden feelings for each other.
They were perfect.
Matt thought Mello was cute when he was angry. Mello found Matt's smoking relaxing. Matt picked the locks of countless doors when Mello wanted something. Mello stayed with Matt when he didn't want to go outside. Matt liked Mello's determination. Mello didn't mind that Matt was only one place behind him, because Matt didn't even want to be L.
The redhead ran his tongue softly along the older boy's bottom lip, coaxing a hot mouth open and slipping inside to taste every bit of Mello he could before he left.
He was leaving. Forever.
Rain masked tears that may or may not have been there. Matt was overflowing with emotions that he'd never experienced and could hardly handle. He entwined his fingers in Mello's smooth, wet hair to keep his mind from floating away down the path with the water into nonsense.
Mello's taste was a hot sweetness, laced with chocolate, of course. Matt's was a smoky cinnamon.
The boys devoured each other with gentle slowness, holding on to the moments. Holding on to the gravel path, holding on to the wrought iron gate, on to the rain, on to each other.
Mello heard the orphanage door creak. He snapped open his eyes and reluctantly directed his attention on the figure coming down the path towards the pair.
"Shit, Matt, it's Roger," Mello said, suddenly agitated. "I…I've gotta go now. He wants to keep me here. He must've seen that I wasn't…That bastard." Roger was coming closer. Mello grabbed his friend by the collar of the vest and engaged him in a deep but rushed kiss; mouths open and lips locked, at the perfect angle for dear Mr. Ruvie to be slightly horrified.
Without another word, the orphanage escapee ran off down the road.
Roger sighed and gave a gesture of defeat, turning to head back inside, but not before giving Matt a stern look and telling him to go to his room and stay there.
- - -
The abandoned boy was in a haze. The last few days just hadn't seemed real without his roommate and best friend there, like one of those uneasy dreams where all the furniture and things are actually in place for once, but something, just something isn't right, and the feeling consumes every aspect of it.
"Maaatt, stop playing your games for once and come outside," a younger boy whined.
"You know I don't like to."
"Matt, you're no fun." The little boy stuck his tongue out immaturely and went to play.
Was Matt really no fun? Mello had never seemed to think so.
Mello…
- - -
The old, towering wooden door creaked shut. To Matt, the sound was deafening.
The first stair…the second…the paved walk. The gate.
Matt stood silently before the only boundary between himself and the outside world, heart racing. He had to go. He had to. Even if he wasn't going to Mello (he understood his friend needed some time to cool off and be alone), he still felt the obligation to leave Wammy's. Sneaking out had been necessary. If anyone had been there to talk him out of it, he'd be unhappily asleep in the lower bunk of room 43 at that very moment.
What if…maybe I can't…I'm not as tough as Mello. I'm not so freakishly charismatic. Hell, I'm mostly antisocial. And I'm only fourteen. And what if I can't find a place to stay? I'm not sure I can do this…
MATT! SHUT UP.
The redhead put his right foot on the bottom bar, and with his left through a higher iron curl he hoisted himself over the ominous gate to land on his boot clad feet with a thud beside his backpack (packed with minimal clothing and maximal gaming, along with assorted other necessities), thrown over before the internal battle.
Matt left with one thing on his mind.
Maybe someday, Mello would need him.
I'm sorry it's so short. I'm leaving town tomorrow and wanted to update before I left. And with the story being a little slow at the point after Mello leaves, I was having a little trouble keeping it up while under pressure.
Anyway, hope you liked. Thoughts/suggestions/constructive criticism are more than welcome. Chapter 3 should come in the second half of August.
