Mello turned his gaze at Matt and stared wide-eyed at him. In his mind the whole world was spinning, and for a second he panicked. 'Why am I panicking? Stop panicking!!'
Mello snickered and hit Matt's arm. "No way, dork. What? Jealous?" He grinned widely.
Matt sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, reaaallly jealous" He grinned.
Mello laughed, though in his heart he felt a pain. 'I'm sorry, Matt, that's the first time I lied to you like this…'

After that day Mello started to avoid being with Near from time to time. Afraid to show any 'unnecessary' emotions.

Weeks past and Near joined their class. To Mello's surprise, in no time, he was kicked off of his throne. The number one spot he adored so much was taken away from him within the blink of an eye. Near had taken that sweet place as if it were nothing to him.
Yet Mello could not find himself to hate the boy… yet.

As the time had passed, so had the seasons changed. It had started to snow and preparations were starting to be made for Christmas already.
Mello was staring out of the window one afternoon, staring at the kids, playing in the snow.
Matt had also gone outside, calling Mello a geek for staying in and studying. 'I still want my spot back. I have to work harder for it.' he kept telling himself. This was not a small matter to him. It was L. That was motivation enough.
He looked around in the empty library until he spotted a whole pile of books in front of someone. Just when Mello was about to ask who this person was, he saw the top of the person's head, white hair. It was none other than the number one Near himself.

Feeling guilty of ignoring Near for something he couldn't do anything about, he stood up and walked towards him. "Hey…" He muttered. Near looked up with his deep dark eyes and smiled lightly. "Oh… Hello Mello…" He muttered and looked back in his books.
Mello bit his lip. He had gotten the cold shoulder, and he deserved it.
"Hey…"
"Yes?"
"Is it okay if I sit with you?"
"Oh….. Well… I can't stop you from doing so, Mello."
Mello nodded and sat down next to Near. "So…. What have you been doing lately?"
Near didn't look up from his books anymore. "Studying."
"Oh.. Well… Okay.. Me too… As you can see.." Mello shook his head. He felt stupid and this awkward silence was killing him. Near somehow managed to get cold every time he had ignored him.

"Hey Near, look I'm sorry…"
"For what, Mello?"
'Goddamnit. Now he's making me say it too…' Mello gritted his teeth.
"Well…"
"Mello, whatever you did, you probably did it for a reason of which you don't like me to know about. Because, Mello is that kind of person."
The blonde sighed as he unwrapped a bar of chocolate. The tension had dropped just by one sentence. He didn't know how Near was able to play with him like this. And he doubted Near himself knew what he did.
"Want some?" He asked as he held the bar of chocolate in front of Near's face. Near opened his mouth, only to put them around the chocolatey goods. He sucked softly and bit.
Mello flinched as he felt the chocolate being sucked while he was still holding it. He let go as soon as Near took a hold of it with his teeth.
He grabbed a new bar of chocolate and ate it. Side by side the two munched on their bars of chocolate.
'It's silent, but it isn't awkward… He looks a little more pale than before though..'

"Mello….."
Mello blinked for a second and looked at the little boy sitting next to him. "What's up?"
"Is this the last conversation we'll have for a while again?"
Mello looked at the table. "I … guess so…"

"Hey…. Near…"
"Yes, Mello?"

The blonde planted his lips on the smaller boy's lips. Giving him small butterfly kisses and feeling him trying to cooperate. Mello could feel his body grow hot like it was on fire. His body had desired for this moment. Near's lips, Near's hair, Near's nose, Near's eyes, Near's slim waist… Near..
He let go of Near. Little Lamb Near. "I'm sorry…" He muttered, "I didn't mean to.. Near…. Don't tell this to anyone, okay?"
Near nodded. Mello sighed and stood up. "I… won't be seeing you anymore."
'I can't let anyone know.. Not him. Not the number one. Not my roommate, not my friend. I have to do this… '
Mello walked out of the library, out of the building and into the snow.
Near stayed in the library, staring out of the window. His deep dark orbs scanning the winter scenery. In the white layered space, a black spot stained the whiteness. It was Mello. Their eyes connected. But only for a second. Mello turned his back. I'm sorry…