Hello! ^^ here's a new chapter for you, I hope you'll enjoy it!

Mello was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
He had thrown his broken phone in the garbage bin and was feeling slightly remorseful.
He had never expected to receive that kind of call from his parents.

*Flashback*
His phone started to ring.
"Shut up!" he snarled "I'm trying to study!"
Obviously the phone didn't listen to him, and continued ringing. Mello sighed and picked it up.
"Yes?"
"Mello, it's mum! Are you doing fine?" she asked in German, his parent's mother-tongue
He was born in England so he was perfectly bilingual.
He flipped his book's pages, hoping that his mother wasn't calling him to say that there were some problems with his things' delivery.
"Yes, how about you and dad?"
"We're ok. Listen, yesterday your friend came here..."
Mello froze for a moment. What friend was she talking about? He didn't have many friends back home, and none of them had a good reason to visit his parents.
"Who are you talking about?"
"That boy who's always dressed in white, what was his name again?"
The blonde stiffened even more.
"Near." he nearly hissed "And what did he want?"
"Come on, don't be like that...he just wanted to return some of your books. I've already send your things, but if you want I can pack these as well and..."
"No." he interrupted her, his voice as cold as ice "Burn them, I don't want them anymore."
And he hung up.
He tried to maintain enough self control not to scream.
The bastard went to his house to return his books like nothing happened.
Like he never dumped him.
Like he was as innocent as his white clothes.
Mello was so mad he threw his phone against the wall.
*End of the flashback*

He heard someone knocking timidly at his door. Well, it couldn't have been just anyone, it was obviously Matt, his one and only housemate.
He was in such a black mood he couldn't let him in. Or maybe he should have?
"Come in." he said
It wouldn't have hurt to let Matt do as he pleased for once. They boy walked into the room, carrying a big chocolate cake.
"Um, I've figured out you were angry before, so I made a sachertorte, to cheer you up, I think..."
Mello widened his eyes: no one went as far as preparing a cake for him when he was in a bad mood. The whole situation was so absurd he couldn't help but laughing.
"You're a weirdo, but I like you. Come sit here, so we can eat the sachertorte."
Matt's face brightened and he sat on his housemate's bed as happy as a puppy (Mello couldn't stop comparing him to a small, cute dog in his mind).
"The way you pronounce it is awesome! Did you learn German before?" he ventured to ask, taking a slice of the cake
"My parents are from Germany." Mello explained, already munching on his piece "I was born here, but they taught me German too."
"Cool!" the red head exclaimed "Have you been to Germany?"
"Yes, lots of times when I was a kid."
Matt glanced at his cake, feeling a bit inferior.
"So you've eaten better sachertorte than mine..."
Mello ruffled his hair with the hand that wasn't holding his second slice of cake.
"Nope, it's delicious." he smiled
For a moment, Matt thought that aliens abducted real Mello and switched him with his kind twin. He also found that smile really charming.
"Thanks." he managed to whisper
Seeing Mello eating happily encouraged him to ask more questions.
"Does your mum also make this cake?"
The blonde nodded.
"My great-grandma taught her. By the way, how come you know how to make it?"
Matt played with his goggles for a moment.
"I looked for the recipe on the net." he admitted at last, not having found a less nerd way to say it
Mello chuckled.
"I should have know."
He felt indebted to the red head. He hadn't been friendly at all in the past two days, but still he worried for him. Not to mention he prepared a time-consuming cake such as a sachertorte just to cheer him up. So he could at least treat him as a friend.
"I'm sorry for slamming the door into your face before. I was really mad."
Matt turned his head to look at him.
"Well, it happens sometimes. Why were you mad?"
Mello took a deep breath. Somewhere, in his brain, he felt like a fool for wanting to tell his housemate about his ex. On the other hand, he needed to tell someone, particularly in that moment, when his anger was only a pretense to hide his sadness.
Besides Matt seemed a good listener. He only had to omit a certain fact...
"You see, my ex went to my house to return some books. And I just couldn't take it...because, uh, she was the one who wanted to break up and didn't even explain me the reasons..." he sighed
Godness, he did it. Lying to Matt about his preferences.
But at least the rest of the story was true.
"You must have really loved her." Matt whispered, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder
"I did." then he smiled sadly "Well, you must be thinking that I'm lame."
The red head nearly jumped off the bed.
"Never! I could never think this of you!" he said "It's cool, instead. I mean, you have to be brave to truly love someone, I imagine...you have to share lots of things...I feel like I'm the lame one because I don't understand this feeling."
He blushed slightly, wondering why he was showing Mello this side of him. And also trying to recall Misa's advice on friendship: they had to tell each other everything, right? Or maybe that wasn't the point?
"When you'll find a special person, you'll understand it immediately." Mello reassured him with a bright smile
Matt stared into his blue eyes for a moment, trying to convince his brain to cooperate so they could come up with something smart.
Luckily for him, his phone started to ring, giving him a perfect excuse to walk out of the room before starting to hyperventilate.

Mello threw himself on his bed again.
He never had problems lying to people, so why was Matt different?
After seeing him go away, he began feeling really guilty for not telling him his ex was a guy. On the other hand, he understood that confessing it could have made things awkward between him and Matt, and he didn't want that. He was starting to find his housemate's company really pleasant.
It would have been a pity to spoil their friendship, when he was not even Mello's type.
Well, he was cute, had a beautiful face (a shame he never got to see his eyes properly) and that puppy side of him...
Mello shook his head: these thoughts were off limits. Matt was his housemate and he decided not to go out with boys for a while.
Besides, how many probabilities he had to find the right person in his own house? 10% or less?
Sighing, he took his mp3 from the desk and put it on random play mode.
Luckily, he didn't like to listen to music from his phone, otherwise he would have been doomed.

And what do I need to do to hold this feeling?
Like magic that repairs a broken heart
Tell me, what do I need to do to keep this moment...
Vulnerable and pale, she stole my heart

He sighed again, louder. What was with the love-struck teenage girl song?
Mello skipped it, hoping next one would be less...romantic.
He didn't need romantic stuff at the moment.
He grabbed another slice of cake. Chocolate could solve any problem after all, right?

Right, right, as if XD
This time song is "Porcelain" (you guess the band XD) (well is by Cruxshadows, so no one can sue me for plagiarism ^^)