Looseleaf

CXXXXI. Tick

Mello felt like he was about to crazy. Moaning, he slammed his head into the plaster wall, ignoring the pain and the loud bang that came with it. That's ten brain cells lost... Bang! Twenty... Bang! Thirty...

Isn't Matt supposed to be the one going crazy? he thought woefully, sagging weakly against the wall. He'd tried everything, from the most clever thing(replacing Matt's games with cardboard cutouts of them) to the most simplest thing(spitting in the gamer's energy drink), yet Matt never once raised his voice.

Mello was beginning to think that nothing could make Matt tick; therefore, Matt was magical.

Livid and not in the very best condition, Mello flopped weakly to the floor just as Matt entered the room. The redhead cocked his head, fixing a curious stare at the blond. "Mels?"

"Matt." Mello sat up. "I give up, 'kay, Matty?" He opened his arms out wide, and Matt hesitantly hugged him. "Just tell me what would annoy you already."

Matt chuckled. "Why would you want to know?"

"Because!" Mello looked him in the eyes. "I stole your games, took away your pillows, and I even replaced your goggles with pink ones!"

Matt made a face. "You did that?" he asked sourly.

Eager to see a reaction, Mello nodded. "Yep!" he chirped.

Shaking his head, Matt said, "Mel, I can't get mad."

"Why not?" Mello demanded.

"Because it's you." Matt pushed blond bangs away from Mello's eyes and leaned in close. "I can't get mad at you."

"That makes it even more worse!" Mello cried dramatically. "I don't want to turn you into a robot!"

Matt shrugged. "Well, why not? I can be, like, a robotic maid or something."

Mello blushed and chose to settle into his lap until he was comfortable.

"My point is," Matt continued, "I can't get mad at you. Get it? I love you."

"That last part doesn't pertain to the subject."

"I don't care. Say it back anyway?"

A sigh. "Love you too."

The couple indulged themselves into some cuddling for a few minutes, until Matt said, "Hey Mello?"

"Yeah?"

"...You really want me to be your maid, don't you." It was more of a statement than a question. Matt sounded smug.

"N-no!" Mello denied. He covered his face with his hands. "Stop it, you're embarrassing me."

"So you do!"

"I don't!"

"Do so!"

"For the last time, I do not!" Mello said with a sense of finality. "Matt, in all seriousness, I-"

"Shut up," Matt interrupted, quickly kissing him, "and let me get into that maid's costume already."