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Deep breaths, Matt. Deep, deep breaths. Okay, leave out the deep part, just concentrate on freaking breathing.

Oh shit. Whilst I'd been hyperventilating, Mello'd been looking at me with an adorably bemused expression. Whilst the adorable part wasn't too bad, I'm sure most guys don't have to physically stop themselves from fainting when their date sits down. Not that I'd know, what with my past experience.

"Um… hey." I said. If I had to have been an emoticon then, I would so've been '*w*'.

"So. How old are you?" he said by way of a reply.

"I'm…' do I lie do I lie do I lie? 'Four…uh, forty. Forteen.'

He smirked. Was that good?

"Me too. When d'you arrive?"

"The day you…the day you, uh, you know."

"The day I rescued you, like the handsome prince saving the beautiful princess… and they lived happily after…"

Throughout this, his face had got steadily closer and closer. God, he really reminded me of someone. I looked down out of politeness, and by the time I looked back up he couldn't have been more than a centimetre away from me.

"TAMAKI!" I yelled right in his face out of shock. "Tamaki out of Ouran… Um. You sort of remind me of him. Yeah."

He recoiled slightly with the force of my verbal punch, then moved back in.

"Matt… you are adorable."

And with that I lost consciousness.

26 minutes later…

I awoke with chicken and mushroom soup all over my face, hair, and upper body. According to my (admittedly not very good) logic, I'd either been date-raped, and Mello had really weird fetishes, or I'd fainted and slumped into my starter.

If asked to choose which the worst option was, I genuinely don't know.

The full force of what I'd done was suddenly flung upon me. I'd f*cking fainted. In front of a hot guy. And I didn't know where said hot guy was. Or where the hell I was, in fact.

Speaking of which, I actually took in my surroundings. I was in a bedroom. Someone had carried me and put me on the bed.

The bed had pillows.

This person had freaking sweet pillows.

I basked in the pillows for a while. Then looked at the décor of the room. I'm bi, what'd you think I was gonna do?

It was decorated in a dark red, with hints of black and the focal point was a large piece of artwork, which appeared to be a lot of guns with smiley faces painted on. As I registered the door on the far side of the room, it opened to reveal the guy I'd been on a date with around half an hour previously.

"Matt. Hey. How're you doing?" he grinned.

"Um…good, thanks. Where the hell am I?"

"My room… in Wammy's… didn't you realise it was exactly the same shape and size as yours?" God, he was even cute when he was being dorky.

"Uh, no. Sorry?" Something slowly registered in my brain. "You know what my room looks like? How?" he'd never even seen my room – or knew where it was – or what number door it was.

"Well, I had to go in to get you these." he threw me a vest, a pair of pants and some jogging bottoms. I decided to just grab the pyjamas and not question the rest.

"Thanks." why did he bring these in here? "Why did you bring me in here and not in my room? Not to sound rude or anything." STOP ASS-KISSING MATT!

"Aren't you staying over?"

-insert hyperventilating here-

"Um, sure." My heart skipped several beats. There was one bed – and two of us… and then he unfolded a sofa bed.

"I'll sleep here, you can have my bed." he said with a Margaret-Thatcher-melting smile.

"Cheers. Don't look for a sec, I'm changing." Inner-gay-Matt: LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOOOOOK!

To my inner-self's disappointment, he looked away perfectly chastely. Bloody Catholic.

3 minutes later…

All tucked up in bed.

"Hey, Matt?" came a husky voice from the darkness.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna play Truth or Dare?"

"Sure. You ask me first. I say truth."

"Okay…" you could tell by his voice this was going to be a very, very embarrassing night. "Would you rather… kiss me, or kiss Megan Fox?"

How the hell did he know about my secret love for Megan Fox??

"Um…" I mumbled. Mello chuckled evilly at my discomfort. "Mmph."

"Who? Just say it already. I promise I won't laugh."

"Well, I guess I'd have to say you…"

Let's just say he broke his promise. Like, mega-broke his promise. In fact, at one point I thought he was having an epi.

"My turn now – Mello; truth or dare?" I mumbled out.

"Dare. All the freaking way."

"Right. I dare you to… steal one of Near's toys."

I saw a flicker of light and a gust of wind came over me as he exited the room in a flash. Within around twenty seconds, he was back.

"Okay. I choose dare."

"Matt…I dare you to kiss me."

Duh-duh-duh!!!

Cliffhanger…kinda…and no, this will not be rude.