I decided to continue this and not abandon it. So here you guys go. I hope you won't think this is boring as much as I do. I hope.
Forgot to put this in the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for my horrendous writing. Obviously.
Mello's POV
A lot of people might have a hard time believing me if I told them that I was in a room with Near. And this room wasn't huge with tons of space for us to be apart. This is my room. We were basically breathing the same air. I don't know what kind of miraculous thing got into me, but I was allowing this. I'm trying my best not to murder him because desperate times call for desperate measures. But this really wasn't doing any good for my pride. In fact, I would rather die than owe him one.
"And what makes you think that I would want your help?" I asked him with one brow raised. I sat on my bed while he sat on the on the bed – Matt's bed – opposite to mine.
He was doing that thing again, the twisting of strands of hair on his head. It's starting to annoy me but I keep a straight face. "Well more than that, it's more of an act of urgency that would benefit me."
Benefit you? "In what way?" I was starting to get suspicious.
Near pulled his knees up to his chest. "This morning when I was playing chess with myself, your partner appeared before me." He paused. Was I hearing things? Matt walked out on me and went to him? "I've never seen or heard anyone rant so much. He refused to stop." I think I see a bit of annoyance in his eyes. "I'm 74.2 percent sure that he'll continue this and that is… very inconvenient for me."
So that's why. He just doesn't want to listen to someone's love problems. I probably won't owe him a favor since I'm doing him one just by agreeing to his offer. Interesting. "How are you planning to help me then? It's obvious that you know nothing about this stuff."
"That is not entirely true but you are correct, this is not my area of expertise. Which is why I've invited someone." We both looked at the door that seemed to open on cue. This is certainly not an ordinary day.
Matt's POV
I was on my way to Criminology class when I notice something very odd in the corridors. There was something taped to the wall at the end of the hall.
"What… the fuck." I walked faster, not believing my eyes. I stopped just in the middle of the hallway.
In very big, red, capitalized letters, it read:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Matt, I'm dying
to talk to you
"Holy hell." If I knew he could do something like this, man, I'd be mad at him all the time. What? No. What am I saying. Don't give in, self. You're still mad… Right.
I turned on my heel and proceeded to Criminology class. I'm five minutes early so the seats weren't occupied yet. I choose the one at the back and got seated. Most of the time, I like to sit at the back since I can hide my gameboy or whichever console I've chosen to bring to class from the teachers.
My thoughts go back to the childish poem as I pressed multiple buttons on my Gameboy causing a blush to creep up to my cheeks. He couldn't have written something that cheesy, could he? Thank God because I don't have this class with Mello. We have English together though. I wonder if I should just skip that class. Who studies for English anyway? I don't even understand why we still have to study that subject.
Soon enough, students started to fill the room. You ever get that feeling when you know someone is staring at you? Well I'm feeling that right now and it doesn't feel good. I looked around the room and guess what, everyone's looking at me. Good thing I was wearing my goggles so they can't know that I'm staring back at them. I can just pretend that I didn't notice. Ugh. Thanks a lot, Mello. Gosh this is so embarrassing.
By the way, they're still looking at me. And just now, the weirdest thing happened.
Mello's POV
"No, I am not doing that. In fact, I'd rather jump off a cliff."
"Come on, it's brilliant! It's full proof! You'll have him by your side in no time." Linda exclaimed with the most disturbing smile on her face. "Trust me, I'm a fujoshi." She said, her brows moving up and down.
I examined the piece of paper for the seventieth time. This plan just wasn't me. Matt probably won't even believe that I'm capable of doing half of these things. They're so romantic and sweet and… gay. Don't even say what you're about to say. I know, okay? I know. But still, "Are you really sure this is going to work?"
"Affirmative." She said.
I glanced at Near and he just shrugged. "Fine, I'll do it. This better work or else you're in deep shit. Got it?"
"I'll shave my head if it fails."
Matt's POV
Some guy whose name I'm guessing is Dylan, placed a stem of a bright, red rose on my desk as the others recited another nauseatingly sweet poem.
"I know I'm not perfect,
but I'm pretty close.
To prove that I'm sorry,
Please have this rose."
Then they proceeded to their seats.,
"You've got to be kidding me." I scratched the back of my head. I must be in some dream, or a nightmare, or a mixture of both. I'll start feeling guilty if he keeps on doing these things.
No, shake it off. That's exactly how he wants you to feel. Remember what he said to you.
But he's putting on so much effort just to apologize. He even wrote two poems.
But, you don't know if he really was the one who wrote them.
Mello's smart, you know he can compose an award-winning novel if he really wanted to.
"Ugh. I'm starting get a headache." I stood up and left the room, rose and console in hand. Screw classes. I'm skipping everything today and just relax. I made my way to the library. I'll just sleep there and when I wake up, nothing weird will happen again. No more out of the ordinary events.
And just letting everyone know, something weird happened. Again. By weird I mean being blind-folded and gagged and dragged off.
I'm being kidnapped. In a school full of geniuses. Great.
Another short chapter. Sorry if I'm disappointing anyone. Reviews encourage me to write more. So if you will, you know what to do. ;)
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