Angie: Helloooooooooooooo FANS! WELCOME BACK TO…. Dun dun dun duuuun! Little Kitty!
Matt… and the crowd goes wild…
Mello: So wild the police had to barge in and haul everyone's asses into jail.
Angie: You guys are excitement ruiners!
Matt: Are not.
Angie: Excitement Ruiners!
Mello: What is wrong with you?
Angie: Too much Starbucks. Coffee coffee coffee!
Matt: …
Mello: ….. I wonder about you sometimes….
Matt: You wonder… but I worry
Angie: !
Normal POV
The whole day was spent with them traveling all over town, seeing friends and making plans. Matt's whole week was filled and he didn't get even a wink of gaming. If he wasn't glued to a game in an hour, he'd go insane. But he wanted Mello to catch up with his friends and Matt wasn't one for taking that opportunity away from him. Matt could wait. At least that's what he told himself. Finally Mello decided that it was time they went home.
Matt sighed in relief, his feet aching from most of the walking he did. Mello eased the motorcycle into the driveway and got off. Matt did the same, taking off his helmet. Mello was already in side, which made Matt kind of sad. It made Matt sad. Did spending all that time with his old friends make him tired or was it that he had to introduce Matt to every one of them? Matt didn't know.
He walked inside, looking for his DS. Once he found it, he turned it on; playing the game that was in it already.
"Matt?" Mello called from a different room. Matt was seated near the front door.
"Yeah?" he called back.
"Where are you?" Mello asked, his voice getting closer. Matt paused his game.
"Near the front door."
"Why?" Mello asked as he appeared in the doorway that lead to the kitchen.
"Because I don't feel like moving." Mello rolled his eyes and forced Matt onto his feet.
"Are you hungry?" Mello asked, wrapping his arms around Matt's small waist. Matt nodded, letting Mello lead him into the dining room. He continued to play Left 4 Dead 2, even as he was seated in a wooden chair.
"What do you want to eat?" Mello asked, walking back into the kitchen. Matt shrugged, not noticing Mello's disappearance.
"Matt?" Mello peaked his head out from the doorway. Matt looked up.
"I uh… want something different." Mello's eyebrows furrowed.
"Different?" Matt nodded, putting the game away. Mello disappeared again. There was the sound of a microwave beeping and the smell of something delicious. Matt stood, walking into the kitchen to see what it was. Mello took out something small and grabbed two forks. He sat at the table, patting the seat next to him. Matt sat down, grabbing a fork from Mello. They started to eat, the Russian food tasting wonderful to Matt.
"What was that called?" he asked.
"Cuisine." What a boringly simple answer. Matt sighed, standing and walking upstairs. Mello followed a little confused. The blond had thought that his red head wanted to have sex all night. When did he decide that he didn't? Mello became worried. Was the cat boy sexually frustrated? No, that couldn't be it. He wasn't sure what was wrong.
"Matt?" he called, walking into the bedroom. Matt was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice muffled a bit. Probably from a toothbrush. Mello leaned on the door frame that connected the bathroom to the bedroom.
"You okay? You don't look to good. In fact, you look really tired," Mello commented, seeing that Matt might just pass out.
"I'm fine… Yes I'm tired. It feels like my feet are going to fall off…" Matt whined, zombie-walking over to the bed and throwing himself at it.
"Matt, we've only been to a couple places…" Mello argued.
"I'm not used to being outside… It's hard to adapt to that much walking…" Again, Matt's voice was muffled… by the pillows. Mello rolled his eyes, changing into his sleep attire. Consisting of, just his black boxers! He wasn't exactly the type to like the heat… or the cold for that matter. Since it was summer in Russia, he would sleep with no shirt on. When Mello looked back at Matt, he saw the cat boy already sleeping.
"No fair… You got a head start… Good night, Matty," he said, kissing the red head's forehead.