Author's note: OKAY, there is absolutely NO MORE violence/rape/gore/angst anymore, take note! Thank you for your understanding. Please enjoy.
Matt
My eyelids were heavy, damp and there was a slightly stale taste in my mouth. What happened to me? My eyes blinked open slowly, the sunlight that peeked in through the white curtains almost too bright for me. I felt like I had been asleep for ages, like I just slept through a coma or took me awhile to get accustomed to the light, but once I was, I looked around and realized I was in a foreign place, lying in a bed that wasn't mine. Where the hell was I? Shocked, I sat abruptly before lying back down again when a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. There was a slight weight on my stomach which shifted when I moved, whining softly.
It was a yellow ball.
No, it was a blonde head.
No, no, it was…
"Mello?"
"Ngh…" he lifted his head and stared up at me groggily, as if he was the confused one here. He spent a minute just staring at me before closing his eyes and falling back to sleep on me.
"Mello?" I called again, nudging him carefully.
His head shot up and a look of realization passed across his face. "Oh, my God, Matt?" He brought his hand forward and touched my face, ran a hand through my hair. "Matt…" his eyes lit up as he moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around my neck in an embrace. "Oh, God, oh God, oh God! I thought I lost you!"
I was slightly overwhelmed by the moment, not to mention Mello was the one clinging on to me, not that I didn't like it, but I was so confused. "Mello? I'm sorry, I—"
He detached himself from me suddenly and gawked at me. "Y—you…don't remember what happened?"
"I…I don't know. I'm in a hospital, and my abdomen hurts and…and…"
"You were stabbed, Matt. You saved me from Jake and then…you got hurt. And I know it was my fault but…"
It all came back to me then. I had found Mello in an alleyway about to get raped, though damage was already done, but then I had gotten into a fight with some Jake prick and got sliced in the stomach. And then I had…confessed to Mello, right before I lost consciousness. I blushed madly after regaining all my memories. What the hell was I doing confessing to him like that? But you can't blame me! I thought I was dying and I just wanted to get everything out of my system. I didn't actually think I would still be alive after all that and with Mello next to me the moment I woke up to boot.
"You got stabbed and I was—I was so afraid. Afraid that I lost you." He was afraid, for me? No, Matt, that was wishful thinking. But I couldn't help myself from feeling just a little bit lifted. "And then you said that you loved me." Oh, he remembered. I blushed even deeper. I was about to turn away to hide my reddening face when he leaned forward suddenly, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine. He was kissing me. Kissing me. That was the THIRD time Mello had kissed me and honestly, it was the sweetest kiss I've ever received from him. He wasn't half dead or drunk, he was…Mello. Just Mello. Third time's the charm, right? I found myself wishing it would never end even after he pulled away, smiling gently at me.
"What…" a slow smile spread on my lips. "What was that, Mello?"
"It was a thank you kiss."
"Can I get a 'you're welcome' kiss?"
He chuckled, probably thinking that I was joking, but then he leaned forward and kissed me again.
When he broke away from the kiss, I was still staring dazely at him. "You're not drunk, right?"
"No, Matt, I'm completely sober and ready to answer you."
"Answer me for what?"
"After you confessed to me last night, you asked me to tell you how I felt."
I flinched, embarrassed with myself. Hey, near death experiences brings out surprising courage in people. "Please don't break my heart Mello. I don't know how much more I can take…if you're gonna say no, I'd rather you just leave now instead of saying it."
I held my breath, waiting for him to leave the room, but he just sat still on the armchair.
"Really, Mello, I'm going to count to three and if you're not out of the door, I'm going to assume your answer is whatever I hope it is."
He still didn't move.
"One."
Not an inch.
"Two."
Nothing.
"Three."
He grinned. "Got your answer, Matt?"
My breath tumbled out suddenly and I suddenly got the urge to cry, though I didn't. "Oh my God, Mello. Please tell me you're not fucking with me."
"I'm not."
"I'm gonna give you one last chance to leave."
"Are you really that upset with my answer?"
"N—no but, it's YOU Mello. And—and I thought you totally hated me but I'm really just glad that you're alright and…oh my God, someone wake me up." It felt like I was in a dream. My head was in the clouds and I couldn't move, I was hardly unable to speak and my heart was beating so fucking fast. Was all this real? Was this a fantasy?
"Of course I don't hate you! I can't believe I only noticed my feelings now. And I thought you hated me, cos I got you injured and almost killed. But I couldn't help think that I would've traded places with you in a heartbeat but…yeah…" he trailed off, ending his sentence by grabbing onto my hand tightly.
"I don't hate you, and I don't blame you for any of that at all. It means the world to me that when I woke up, of all of the faces, you were the one next to me. I love you." I squeezed his warm hand and suddenly, although I was in a foreign land with hardly any friends and no parents, I felt at home.
He moved into me for a hug and even though it hurt my wound, I decided I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the joy I was feeling at the moment. And yeah, yeah, it was awfully cheesy, but my young heart felt love for the first time. We stayed in that embrace for a long time just soaking each other in. I could smell Mello; his peach sorbet shampoo and his grapefruit scrub, and just a hint of stale sweat. He must've stayed here overnight just waiting for me to wake up. How touching. Never in a million years would I have imagined this is where we would end up, seeing as he hated me right to the core the first time we met, but, well, always expect the unexpected my friends. This is what happens when you keep the fucking faith! In the arms of a gorgeous blonde who everyone else was dying to have, but only you got.
"Mr. Jeevas?" A strong male voice called suddenly, shaking us. Mello leaned back on his chair awkwardly, eyeing up the doctor that stood by the door. "Sorry for interrupting…" he said, a mischievous smile gracing his lips. "I'm your doctor, Dr Spencer. I just came in for your checkup."
"Uh, sure." Damn Dr Spencer.
He walked over to the bed as Mello moved away, making space, placing a clipboard on the side table. Holding a stethoscope to my chest, he listened to my heartbeat. Then, he whipped the blanket off me and lifted my dressing gown to check my wound, or bandaged up wound. I could see Mello staring at it guiltily, but I flashed him a smirk to show him I was completely fine.
"Any pains?"
"Nope."
"Ok." He covered me back up and scribbled something on the clipboard. "Make sure to ring us up, just press that red button right there, if anything's wrong. I'll be back around noon to check up on your condition again." He hung the clipboard on the end of the bed, nodding at us before walking out.
"Noon? What time is it, Mells?"
"Ten thirty," he said, glancing at the clock. "And don't make calling me that a habit."
"Calling you what? Mells?"
"Shut it, Mattress."
"I won't until you do, Mellon."
"Stop it, Matchstick."
"That's the best you can come up with, marshMello?"
"Uhm…Matt?"
We both turned towards the door at the sound of my name being called. It was Duncan.
"Hey, Dunc," I greeted.
Mello stood up clumsily, greeting Duncan with a nod. "Uh, I'll leave you two to…uh…" he didn't even finish his sentence before strutting out of the room, obviously sensing by the atmosphere that we had something to talk over.
Duncan shifted a little on the spot as he stepped over carefully, as if just coming close to me was going to rip my wound apart or something. But, yeah, I get it. Things are still kind of awkward between us, and the only time we spoke since our argument was yesterday, when things were a bit…chaotic. So it was surprising to see him here today.
He took a seat on the armchair Mello was previously seated on. He didn't even take off his coat first.
"How are you, Matt?"
"Erm, I'm fine, I guess."Obviously, he had no intention of addressing the elephant in the room, so I started. "I didn't expect to see you here, Duncan."
He flinched, averting his gaze to his lap. "Sorry, I know you don't really see me as a friend anymore but I needed to get something off my chest."
"What. That's not what I meant. I'm really happy that you came."
"Yeah…uhm," he looked up for a short while before redirecting his focus to his lap again. "I see you and Mello and getting on well." Hah, how bitter. Wasn't Mello the main reason we had our argument in the first place?
"Yeah…I got him." He looked at me in confusion. "I got him, Dunc. You know what I mean, right?"
Duncan blinked. Then blinked again. "You mean, you're together?"
"You can put it that way."
He pondered something for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Matt, there is something I have been wanting to confess to you."
"Mm?"
He stayed silent for a while longer before finally opening his mouth. "I…like you."
My eyes widened. Me? Duncan liked me? That explained so much.I never expected that at all; that the first friend I met in the school liked me, in that way. Not that I was against it, but it was sudden and…I had already found someone else. "Duncan I'm sorry I—"
"No, it's okay Matt. I understand. It was just something I wanted to get off my chest. And you have—you're happy now, Matt. That's all I ever wanted for you." He smiled gently, sighing. "Felt good to…finally…get all that out. Thank you for listening to me." Looking at his dejected face, I actually started to feel really guilty. "I actually came here knowing I would be rejected so…"
"Don't say that Dunc."
"No, Matt. Like I said, it's fine."
"We can…we can still be friends, right?"
"Y—you're ok with that?"
"Of course! Listen, this doesn't change anything, ok? We'll still hang out and shit."
He chuckled, turning away. "You have Mello now, though."
"I know that, but I have you too."
He beamed, patting my hand. "Thank you Matt. Seriously."
"Don't mention it, buddy."
"You don't know how relieved I am. And I've just been really unreasonable to you these past few weeks. God, what was I doing…"
"Dunc, put all that behind us, ok? Please? I don't give a shit anymore."
He laughed and nodded, still patting my hand. "You're right. Sorry."
"Hey Duncan, don't you ever forget me. And I owe you big time for yesterday night, man."
"It's fine."
"Seriously. I would've been fucked if you weren't smart enough to call the cops on us."
"Yeah, I guess."
We laughed a bit more, jokingly, and it felt like we were back to old times. Seriously, my life could not be more perfect right now. I would ask 'what could go wrong now', but I'm afraid that would jinx it, like what always happens in movies. But this certainly is a blessing. It's like all my prayers were answered at one go. Right now, I'm just afraid it'll end.
But that's a story we'd better leave aside for another time.
Author's note: it's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee. But srsly, that was so sappy and mushy, and I ABSOLUTELY hate fluff so I'm kinda disappointed with myself. I just wanna skip everything and just get to the sex, but that would be unfair, and perverted, and not professional at all so here you go. A plateful of cotton candy[that's the fluff, in case you didn't get it]. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I didn't but well, different strokes for different folks, eh? And now, since you've all heard that shocking confession from Duncan, maybe you can read back the previous chapters to see whether it seemed like he had a crush on Matt? haha Just watched the Pineapple Express[online]and HOLY SHIT its adorable. And about weed. And there's lots of killings. And blood. But adorable none the less. *winks* jeez is it just me, or are my A/N's getting longer? Meh, maybe I'm just getting boreder having no school and all. Just sippin' mah tea acting like a Phantomhive and all, sippin' tea out of my Death Note cup. Yes, you heard right. DEATH NOTE CUP. I custom made it. Now I have a cup with Matt and Mello on it. It's my favourite cup, obviously. Ok then, I'm just going to end off here then. I need to use the loo, don't judge. Everybody poops.
Side note: ok this one's not about birthdays but, uh, ok to get straight to the point, some of you[i won't state names]have been sending me PMs requesting for me to write stories on certain pairings/plots/storylines and i just want to announce that i am not accepting requests for...that kind of stuff, sorry. I mean, I appreciate that you guys think I'm worthy[?]of your time and you would offer me some BRILLIANT ideas, but I already have a lot of things I'm working on so...sorry. I apologize really sincerely. Also, my PM inbox is getting pretty full so I may not be able to reply to messages so promptly, even though I am really free. Oh but I WILL reply PMs on Beta-ing so don't get the wrong idea. I'm glad some of you have already messaged me on that topic, thank you! But anyhou. Thanks for the support though. Y'all go enjoy your weekend [which just ended, sorry].
Peace, I'm out.