Author's note: the next few chapters are all really...ahem. Not exactly for people who don't appreciate VERY angsty things.

Warning: NO HUMOUR AT ALL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Original themes WILL return in a while. You will be informed. Thank you and please enjoy!

Matt

I was glad. Me and Mello's little concert date was going well. Things weren't that awkward. The only thing that went wrong was the fact that Mello met some boy who was all over him outside the concert hall, but that could be overlooked. Mello didn't seem to like him much anyway...I hope. I couldn't really tell what he was thinking nowadays. He used to be clear as day; he either liked you or he didn't; he was either happy or he wasn't. There was no in between. But after recent events...he has kinda slipped off.

But whatever. We were at a concert, I was having a good time, Mello seemed to be having a good time, everyone was having a good time and I was definitely not going to let my thoughts get ahead of me and ruin it. During the halfway break in the concert, I suggested getting drinks for us. It was pretty hot and all the cheering was really doing my throat in. I let Mello stay in his seat as I went outside. It was crowded and rowdy and it'd be safer for him in there than out here.

Huh. I wonder how Mello felt for me now. I mean, I'm sure he hates me, but has his opinion of me changed at all since we met? He does treats me differently now, since I caught him the other day, at least. Maybe he's just afraid that I'll sell him out and get Mr Stephen fired. Tch, what's so good about that teacher anyway? He seems boring. So what if he's a little good looking? I think I can do way more for Mello, though I'm selfish and sometimes a jerk. I'd do anything for him.

Signing, I slotted a coin into the vending machine. Thinking of these things were useless; I don't think there'd ever come a day where I could prove all of that to Mello. My wise words'll probably mean nothing to him. Heck, I probably mean nothing to him. Ugh, crap, this is fucking depressing. I've taken long enough to act all introspective, I should head back. Making the short distance back to the stadium, I walked to our row, looking for the sunny blonde hair and jet black leather. Surprisingly, Mello wasn't in his seat when I got back. Naturally, I began to panic, my eyes darting around, trying to find him amidst the crowd. This was the second time I've lost him tonight! I was about to call him when I realized something; Mello didn't need this from me. He was my age, probably even fiercer than me, though not as tall. But he could take care of himself; at least, that's what he thought. He'd probably find me a nuisance if I tried looking for him now. I slipped back into my seat as the cold water droplets from the cans rolled down my fingers. An announcement was made that the concert would be resuming in 10 minutes. I hoped Mello would be back by then.

So I waited.

And waited some more.

I really wondered where he had gone. I did tell him I was going to get drinks. Maybe he was in the toilet. Or maybe he was just loitering outside for some fresh air. Or maybe he lost his way. Or maybe... I shook my head. I was letting my mind wander off again. But still, there was only 5 minutes left and he still had not returned, I was really starting to get worried. No matter what he would think of me afterwards, I had to at least go and look for him. Standing up, I set the cans down on the seat and turned, ready to go out and search for him. As I walked out the entrance, I saw Mello walking towards the stadium in the distance.

"Mello!" I ran towards him until I was close enough to see that someone else with him. "Mello?" As I got closer, I noticed that it was the black haired boy we saw earlier. I forced a smile, trying to hide my disbelief. "Where were you?" Mello looked away as the black haired boy turned to look at him, waiting to hear his response. "Why are you with him?" I asked when there was no reply from either of them.

"...Nothing happened," Mello muttered, still facing the ground.

The black haired boy looked up then, his eyes sharp and staring right at me. "Don't lie to your friend, Mello."

My smile faded. "You mean something DID happen?"

The black haired answered before Mello could get a word in. "Yea," he grinned smugly. I was hoping, no, praying, for Mello to deny it, but not a single word came out of his mouth. "And it was great. This guy might be small, but damn—"

My hands clenched as my jaw tighten. I jumped forward, swinging my fist and hitting him hard, square in the face. He took a while to recover, cupping his nose in utter shock, as if he didn't expect it after all the fucking bullshit he just sprouted. "Shut the fuck up you fuckin' prick!" I waited for Mello to say something, anything; but again, there was nothing. No apology, no denial, no explanation, nothing. He just kept staring at the Goddamn floor. Reaching forward, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards me, dragging him off.

"Matt!" he tried to struggle out of my grip. "W-what are you doing—"

"Shut up!"

His eyes widened and no other argument came out of him. As we walked off towards the direction of the car, the black haired kid, not wanting to admit defeat, shouted, "don't get pissed, man! You know what? You two aren't even dating! And…and…Guess what? Mello doesn't even like you! You're a twat! A motherfucking dick!"

I managed to drown out his cussing and swearing as we got round the stadium to the car park. By then, Mello had already given up the fighting and just slumped in the passenger seat when I got him into the car. I slipped into the driver's seat and started the car. I was fuming, yes, but it was evident that Mello had no intention of addressing the elephant in the room. He stared down at his hands, his lap, looked out the window, he did anything he could to keep his gaze away from me. Fine. He could keep this up for all I care. In the end, we'll both end up suffering. I sped through traffic to get back to the dorm as soon as possible.

The minute we reached back, I yanked Mello out the car. He whimpered, like he was scared, and I was starting to feel pretty damn shitty. It wasn't my fault this time. It wasn't. So why was my chest so tight? Why was my heart beating so fast? Why did I feel so terrible?

We got into our room and I pushed Mello in, ignoring the weird stares we were getting from people around. I got straight to the point. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mello?" he finally, finally, looked up at me, his face filled with pain. Though I had no idea why; I was the one hurting here. "Do you feel happy? Or delighted? Are you soooo proud of yourself?"

"N-no."

"You like seeing me hurt, don't you?"

"Matt, stop it-"

"Why do you keep screwing with me?!"

"SHUT UP! J-just, SHUT UP!" He fell backwards and sat on his bed, glaring up at me.

"You were on a date with me, Mello. Not that black haired boy. Why would you do this to me? Just hold it in, would you? At least until tomorrow, or the day after; I don't care. Just act like you enjoy being with me on our one day out together. I know you hate me, but I really treasure you. So...I don't understand why-"

He turned away, rolling his fists into balls on his bedspread. "...Stop, stop it."

"I think you really DO like seeing me angry. You even made a big show of walking, practically hand in hand, with him back for me, didn't you? Nice one, Mello, really nice. First with the teacher, and now this."

"Will you just stop?!" he snapped. "Why do you care so much? Y-you're not my boyfriend or whatever. Why don't you just let me go..."

With those words, I felt something inside me snap like a rubber band against my bare skin. It boiled inside of me, sending shivers up my spine. Growling, I moved forward quickly and pushed Mello down onto the bed, climbing ontop of him with my hands on either side of his head. He gasped, grabbing my wrists. "M-Matt!"

"What? I know I'm not your boyfriend, but neither was that guy. Or all the other people you've slept with, for the matter. So why don't you just let me do what they did to you?"

His eyes widened visibly when he realized what I was getting at. Struggling, his legs flailed as he tried to get me off. His nails dug into my wrists, causing little moons in my skin. "Matt...don't do this..."

My hands automatically slipped in underneath his pants, feeling him up. "Did he do this, Mello? Did that black haired kid do this to you?"

"Please, stop!" he shuddered beneath me; squeezing his eyes shut, beads of tears began to roll out.

"Tell me what he did, Mello. I can help you feel good too! Don't...fucking...doubt me!" I rubbed faster when I noticed that he was still soft under me. But it didn't make a difference. He open his pleading blue eyes, glimmering with tears, and stared up at me. There it was again. That same glint I saw in his eyes the day I saw him with Mr Stephen. It was then that I realized it wasn't hatred; it was something deeper. I seemed to regain my senses right there and then and got off him hurriedly, staring down at myself. What the hell have I done? "Mello...I'm so sorry..."

He sat up abruptly, panting and refusing to look at me.

"Mello, please-"

Without a single word, he pushed me away and ran out of the room. As the door shut behind him, my legs got weak beneath the heavy weight of my body. I collapsed onto Mello's bed. It was messed up now, and so was I. I'm a fucking retard. The biggest, stupidest jerk around. I stared at my own hands accusingly as tears began to stain my cheeks. Grabbing the white sheets surrounding me, I started to cry.

For the first time since I met Mello, I cried.

For him, for me, for all the things I longed for, but would never get.

Author's note: Awwww. Please, please, please don't start thinking that Matt and Mello are assholes! Though they kinda are, their hearts are in the right place. So...there's chpt 16...really hope you enjoyed! Happy April fools! Peace, I'm out.