What could he do?
It's not like he could just walk up to the blonde and spill his heart out.
Said blonde, Mello, was Matt's best friend; the only thing was that the redhead wanted them to be more than friends.
Mello may have been mean to the other kids at Wammy's but he held a soft spot for Matt.
The gamer liked this about Mello.
Of course he liked the chocoholic's feminine blonde hair, his electric blue eyes, that smirk placed almost permanently on his face, aside from the smiles only known to Matt.
Leather that showed off marvelous hips and a bare midriff.
Mello was beautiful.
Matt was dying to taste the chocolate off the blonde's lips.
He couldn't wait to ravish Mello's mouth.
Did Mello know that Matt stared at him when he slept even if it was creepy?
Could he tell when he hugged that Matt was reluctant to let go?
Matt hoped he knew that Mello was the only one who saw the redhead without his goggles on.
Mello is the second smartest, so why can't he figure out that Matt loves him from the bottom of his heart.