Mello

That night, he cried again.

I had almost forgotten that he was a night-crier. A lot of orphans cried at night because of their parents, but Matt just seemed so… happy. I felt sick to my stomach listening to him whimper. It was like listening to your dog die. Pretty sure I said something similar before, but none the less, that was still he same fact.

I curled tighter into the covers, covering my head with a pillow, trying desperately to block out the sounds of the whimpers and sobs coming from the other room.

10:05

I still wasn't asleep. Matt was still crying and whimpering. He was surely having some horrid nightmare. I couldn't sleep. It was impossible.

10:30

I had almost resolved that I was going to march over there and shake him awake, but what was I going to say? You were crying in your sleep so I walked down the hall to wake you? Then what? What if he did something weird? What if he yelled at me?

What if he didn't?

11:45

I needed to go over there. Now.

11:48

Damn. I don't have the nerve.

Agitated I lay there in my bed, staring at the clock. The whimpers were getting quieter now. Maybe he would stop. Maybe then I could sleep.

Then the words came again, and I almost died, right then and there.

"No…. Please…. Don't leave me…. I'm…. all alone….. So much white…"I clenched my teeth. Stay in control, Mello. That boy was not your dog. He could take care of himself. We're ten years old. That's not so young. He could stand the pain, right?

"Please… no…. I'm so sorry…. Please…. I'm all alone…. Alone…."I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears. I wasn't sure who was in more pain right now, him or me. So much conflict was happening in my mind. I didn't know what I felt. Why did I care so much what happened to this boy next door? What did it matter anyway, really?

And then it got louder.

"No! No! Please! I'm all alone! Please! No… no… Mello!"

My name.

Just like that I was out of bed, disregarding the fact that I was only in a giant t-shirt and black boxers, and flew out of my room, not caring who saw me (nobody did) and speed-walked my way into Matt's room.

Matt was in his bed, only in boxers and a t-shirt, like me, tangled in his blankets, withering where he was. He was definitely asleep, his eyes squeezed shut, hands clenching the blankets. I stare for a long moment, fighting with myself over what to do before racing over to him, suddenly not giving a shit if it ruined my "image" since it was a pretty bad one anyway, and shook him.

"No…. no…. Mel-mells.." his whimpering didn't stop and I bit down in frustration. Clearly a heavy sleeper. I braced myself for any kind of reaction and climbed onto the bed, shaking his shoulder and yelling at him.

"Matt! Matt! Please, for the love of god, wake UP Matty!"

Finally the whimpering stopped and Matt's eyes flew open, a panicked expression on his face. As soon as he saw Mello over him he shot upwards. At first, I almost thought he was going to lash out at me with the panicked look on his face, but instead he grabbed me up and pulled me into him.

I gasped, first in irritation then in embarrassment, my face burning. I was all at once thankful that my face was pressed against his chest, so he wouldn't see my red face as I was hugged, and without really meaning to I let my arms snake around his waist and hug him back. It wasn't a man hug either, it was the kind of hug that two girls have, or two gay… guys. Isn't that pleasant? I mean, especially because we were neither, as far as I knew. I could feel his panicked breathing, his fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.

Matt suddenly tensed, seeming to realize where he was, and who he was holding on to, apparently, because he immediately released his grip on me, leaning away. My grip was still around his waist, and I realize that I have to let go now, so I do.

The redhead stared at me, his big green eyes taking me in for a long moment, his gaze seeming to penetrate my very soul for a second. Then he got this really sad puppy look on his face again. "Did I wake you up again? I'm sorry."

I narrow my eyes at him to gauge if he's joking. Judging by the unwavering expression on his face, he wasn't. I sigh and feel myself sliding into him again. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep or something, but all I really wanted to do was let him hold me for that one moment. Just for a few seconds, to let myself go and not worry about what the world will see me as, and I feel tears come to my eyes. Which was stupid. I shouldn't cry just because Matt was sad. It was preposterous. Ridiculous.

But here I was, doing it, my face buried in his shirt as the tears roll down my cheeks. Matt can't see my face, but I feel his chin rest on my head and his arms go back around me again, seeming to just simply understand why I was there. I didn't want to give him an explanation. He didn't seem to need one.

I'm not sure how long we sat there, simply holding tight to each other, when I realized how ridiculous I was being. How gay this all was. And I don't mean to use gay as an insult, either, I just mean that two men hugging and crying in each others arms pretty much equals gay. By gay I mean homosexual. Not…

..you know what I mean. Excuse my lack of vocabulary, I was only 11.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, pulling away and grinning hopelessly. "I'm just emotional for some reason. A-are you okay? You were crying."

Matt laughed despite the situation, rubbing his red-from-crying eyes, and lowered his head, tilting it so that he was just blow me and he smiled. Some how I just knew and I ruffled his hair. "You're such a puppy.""Your such a girl."

I frown, and he flinches, as if afraid he'd ruined the moment, but I grin back. "If I'm the girl then you have to buy me chocolates."

He laughed and shoved me. "Nice try, Mells."

I giggle - ug - and curl into a ball, hugging my legs to my chest. For a moment we're just quiet, and then I whisper, "Hey Matt."Matt looked up, his coppery red hair shadowing his eyes. I could tell he was secretly embarrassed, which wasn't going to make what I was saying easier, but I put on my best demanding glare and lean forward, poking my finger into his shoulder again, immediately making Matt go on alert, like a dog again. I smirk. "You're moving into my room."

Matt

I really had not been expecting that.

Any of it.

Especially not the end result, which was me grabbing up all my things - not a lot of things - and trekking over to his room. He only had one bed, but it was pretty big and Mello said he didn't mind sharing until roger got someone to move a second bed in there, so I didn't either. We were both straight - as far as I know - and honestly I was just happy I wasn't going to have to be in that room alone again. I liked Mello's room better from the get go, and as I plopped my stuff in the corner Mello flopped face first into the bed.

"You better not cry in your sleep while your in here. But your okay as long as your not alone, right?" Mello confirmed what he already knew, glancing at me. I nodded - I knew it, I must have been yelling in my sleep again. God, I hated that. I cursed myself inwardly for waking up Mello and making him put up with that extremely awkward bromance moment - augh, so chick flick… not that I really minded as long as Mello didn't.

But Mello didn't seem to mind, lounging himself on the bed and stretching. "Okay, I'm getting some good sleep, so you better not snuggle in the night."I smirk and flop on the opposite side of the bed, giving him a faux-pathetic look. "But what if I LIKE to snuggle?"It had been a joke, but Mello's face twisted into a wince. I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly, but he didn't seem to take it completely as a joke for a moment. Then he laughed his little giggle-laugh again - I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty cute. Why, why, why must you be a guy, Mello, why? - and shoved a pillow in my face. "If you snuggle me in the night, I swear to god I will strangle you and make you sleep on the floor."I yawned a big yawn and stretched before laying down and closing my eyes. "This isn't going to help that gay rumor, is it?"Mello shrugged. "Whatever. Better than 'Satan's reincarnation.'"

I looked at the ceiling, frowning in concern. "If your Satan's reincarnation, what does that make me? Who was Satan's sidekick?" I asked, peeking at him from the corner of my eye.

Mello got a really serious, thoughtful look on his face for a long time before he replied, "Jesus.""That makes no sense!" I laugh, somehow imaging the devil and Jesus in batman and robin costumes."Makes about as much sense as me being Satan's reincarnation," Mello laughed, poking me in the ribs. I wasn't ticklish, but I poked him back and he squealed, slapping my hand away. I smiled. That was convenient. Mello was ticklish. Could not let that information fall into the hands of the enemy, I thought randomly, not really sure what I meant by that.

Mello sighed and snuggled into the pillow. "Okay well… nightly-night, Matty."I half laugh half yawn and turn over, closing my eyes. "Goodnight, Mells."

There was a pause, then, "You're my best friend, you know."

I turned slightly to look at Mello, who was peeking at me. I almost died with how cute it was, and how absolutely desperately I wanted to magically make the fact that he was not a girl go away. But that wasn't going to happen.

I smiled warmly and closed my eyes again, letting out a pleased sigh. "You're my best friend too, Mello. Goodnight."

"…Night."I stayed up for the twenty minutes that it took for Mello's breath to steady, and I knew he was asleep. I sighed with relief - he was going to stay. I closed my eyes, feeling happier than I had in a very, very long time. Just like that, we were friends, we were best friends, we were roommates.

A/N: THIS IS SO SHORT -dies- BUT I NEED A TIME LAPSE BUT THIS WAS N ECESSARY AS TO HOW THEY BECAME ROOMMATES. GOD DAMN… I'm becoming too attacted to this fanfic…

….I hope you are too 8D anyway… XD yeah mello's pretty much as gay as I gets, and matt's getting there. :3 I love them so much~ *ahem* anyway there's a time lapse soon so bare with me XD I cant pt every single day they go through together in here, now can I?….shut up, rain, I can not.

…D UR JUST JELOUS THE VOICES ONLY TALK TO YOU!

Okay, peace out

~holli