Looseleaf
CXXV. Acrostic
"Hey Mels," Matt called from the couch, yawning. "Why do you love me?"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night," Mello replied, not looking up from his book.
Matt shifted around so he could look at the other seriously. "I'm not kidding," he said quietly. "I mean, I'm such a slob... Why do you even put up with me?"
"Someone has low self-esteem today," Mello sing-songed.
"Mello."
"Matt."
When the redhead refused to leave him alone, Mello finally caved. "Fine," he said. "I suppose I love you...because of your name, I guess."
Matt furrowed his eyebrows. "My...name..."
"Yes." Mello nodded solemnly. "Here, I'll write it down, it's a little hard to explain." He scribbled something down in the back cover of his book, then tossed it to Matt.
Curious, Matt read Mello's hasty scrawls, dismissing the informality of it.
By the time he finished reading, Matt was bright red in the face. "Mello!" he said abashedly. "I hate you! That's so not true!" He threw the book back and fled.
Mello didn't mind. The gamer would forget about it within the timespan of five minutes. He caught the book with ease, and with a smirk, reread what he'd written:
i love matt because
M - mine, and mine only
A - adorable as fuck
T - the only one
T - the bitch in this relationship