Looseleaf
CXXVI. Misinterpretations
Matt was never good at being quiet; either his feet stomped too loud, he knocked into too many things, or he just picked the worst hiding spot ever. So when one afternoon in Wammy's House, whilst the clever little boy hid behind one of Near's old dice towers, he was amazed that Near and Mello hadn't noticed him yet.
He was proud of himself, oh yes. Deciding that everyone should know this, Matt moved to reveal himself to his best friend, only to stop dead when he saw Mello giggle at something that Near said.
Matt immediately shrunk back into his hiding place, peeking from the edge of the multi-colored tower, ears straining to hear the conversation. He could make out a few words here and there, but that was about it: "I...think...cute-"
And after that last word, Mello giggled again, nodding his approval.
Matt was miserable. Mello was obviously flirting with Near, meaning the gamer virtually had no chance with him...
Matt tried his best to sneak out unnoticed, but Mello saw him anyway. "Hey Matt," the blond began, though before he could say any more, Matt was gone.
"I presume he misinterpreted our actions," Near monotoned.
Mello bit his lip. "But I was finally going to tell him..."
Near nodded once in empathy. "I suppose you can always tell him another time. However," he paused to put the last puzzle piece into his puzzle, "I think that you should tell him that he misheard our conversation."
Mello nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "After all, we'd only been talking about how cute he was."
For the first time in a while I looked at the review count for this story. Then I had to blink and rub my eyes a few times. o.o