When our lips parted and I opened my eyes I saw his were wide. "y-you kissed m-me?" he said pointing to himself.

"very good Matty!" I said smiling. "so where you parked?" I asked taking his hand.

"uh over here." he started walking and I followed close behind. We got out of the airport and into a parking lot. We walked down a few rows of cars and stopped at a red vintage Chevrolet.

"what type of car is this?" I asked as I opened the door and got in.

"1970 Chevrolet Camaro SS. I fixed it up the first year I left Wammy's." he said as we pulled away from the airport.

"when was that?"

"about 2 months after you left." he said pulling his goggles over his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" I said looking down.

"for what?"

"I left you and didn't even say good bye."

"aw love, don't worry. That was a long time ago." he said using the hand that's not driving to hold mine. I pulled our hands that were intertwined to my lips and kissed his.

"I love you so much."

"ya I know. And I love you too. Can I ask you something?"

"whatever you want, babe."

"how did you figure out you were gay?"

"I was in the shower and thinking about you. And I just felt like I loved you more then a friend. And I was at a strip club yesterday and I wasn't distracted my anything there. What about you?"

"I told you, when I fell in love with you."

"as cute as that is, there must have been more to it."

"there was…"

"tell me."

"…here we are!" he said pulling into the driveway of a really nice little house. In an actual neighbourhood. For some reason I thought he would have an apartment. It was a two maybe three story house. It was brown and white like those old houses you see from like old TV shows. And it didn't have a garage.

"wow! This isn't what I expected New York to be like at all."

"sweetie, this is Queens."

"makes sense." I said as we both got out of the car. I grabbed my bag and we both walked to the front door. He unlocked it and opened the door and we both stepped in.

"I know it's not much, but it's home…ok that just sounded really corny." he said smiling.

"no no! it's really nice. I just live in a tiny-ass apartment."

"well are you ever really home? Wait what do you do?"

"I'm the leader of the German mafia." I said proudly as we both sat on a couch upstairs.

"of coarse you are…"

"what about you?"

"I mostly hack for people. But sometimes I test games."

"hmmm…" I looked at him.

"you've waited long enough. Go ahead." I smiled and lunged at him. Our lips connected and I straddled his hips. I felt his hand brush over my scar and I stopped cold. "Mel?" I didn't say anything. "Mello? What's wrong? Please tell me." he said sitting up.

"It's hideous…"

"what?"

"my…my scar. I'm hideous…"

"honey, you're beautiful. You're scar just makes you look more bad-ass. I love it…I love you." he pulled my chin up and kissed where my scared flesh met my normal flesh.

"you do?"

"I do." he said before pushing me back and straddling me. "I love you just the way you are. Your looks are just icing on the chocolate cake." I smiled.

"Mmm chocolate." I tangled my hands in his hair, kissing him gently. Which was weird for me to be so gentle. "I love your hair." he laughed quietly.

"Thanks blondie."

"no problem tomato head." he rolled over and let me hold his hands above his head. "Ha-ha you're mine."