You laughed. "Yeah. Sure." Your tone was obviously sarcastic. "What do you really want?"
"I'm serious." He lit a cigarette. "I want you to marry me. I'm tired of courting you. That's enough."
"Courting me? We've been on one date." Your eyebrow was cocked with confusion and suspicion.
"We've known each other for years. When I was little, I had planned the wedding. I wrote it all on this piece of paper. Here," he said as he handed you an crumpled piece of lined paper. "Ignore the spelling. I was young."
You opened it then turned on the light. It was filled with childish spelling errors.
"Some day I want to marry Hail and this is what I am going to do. First I will get a wite tuckseto because she likes it beter then the black ones."
You giggled. You remembered telling him that once, when Watari dressed up for Christmas. He had worn a white tux instead of a black one, saying it looked better with the snow. You had thought the white one was much better than black, and you still do.
"Then I will make the church be full of hour frends and L will be there to."
Your eyebrows turned up at the mention of L's name.
"We will have alot of flowers and it will be very pritty. The flowers will be pink and blew because Hail likes those colurs. She will be beuteful in her weding dress but she is pritty in every thing so it does not mater."
You smiled.
"Mello will be my best man because he is my best frend. Near will not be envited because if he gose Mello will not. Or he mite but he will be a meanie and say how he is in the weding and Near is not and that mite make Hail sad."
You laughed at the truth of the words. Mello, even then, was competitive. You thought of getting married. Near would have to be there. He was your friend, and no matter what, he would get an invitation.
"Then the preast will make us maried and I get to kiss her but I will not because that is gross!!"
You laughed again, remembering a time when boys were gross. You saw that there was only one sentence left.
"But I feel bad for makeing Near sad because he loves her to." Underneath that last sentence was a drawn picture of a wedding.
"Matt," you began. You read the last sentence again a few times, confused. "What did you mean here?"
"Hm?" He walked over and you pointed out the sentence. He looked at you. "You're kidding, right?
You looked at him. "Kidding? No."
Matt took a cigarette out of his mouth for a long speech. "You were good friends with Near as kids, because the two of you could just be quiet together. He always liked you. How do you think Mello got to know me? He heard from a few giggling girls you liked me. So, I was his new best friend. Why do you think Mello introduced me to you? Why do you think he was so eager to get you closer to me? To hurt Near. It was his plan to get us close, for you to forget Near. But he didn't think you were as pure as you are. You never left Near. If he was sick, you stayed by his side, no matter how much Mello tried to coax you away. If he was sad, you would stay with him, and Mello would try to get you away, but you didn't leave. You are a good person, Hail." Matt then seemed to notice something. You were seething.
You ran out of your room.
"Hail? Hail, wait!" Matt ran after you. He got out of the room just fast enough to hear the slap of your palm against Mello's cheek.
"You used me, Mello?" you screamed.