Note: I'm very late at updating this but I was busy as hell, but expect another chapter in the next days to make up for it, and the come back of week end updates, work should get better for me now.

To answer some comments from unlogged reviewers, yes, Matt is not likeable, who said main characters had to be? The aim of this fic is to leave the "Matt and Mello are meant to be together from the beginning, they just don't realise it" stuff (that I don't blame since I often write them this way, but some change is good sometimes). And no, it's not Layla's fault, she may be easy but she has feelings, I'm not aiming for this fic to be misogynous, just let the chapters come, you won't have the whole side of a character in a few ones, she's not just a slutty girl opening her legs easily or a character I'm using to innocent Matt from his bad actions, he'll have to assume the way he acts sooner or later, believe me ;)

Also, although I thought this fic would be more like my MarshMello one, it is obvious (to me) that it's gonna be wayyyy longer, since ideas and plots keep flooding my head, so I will of course go deeper in characters and plots, therefore, you have to understand that I'm still setting things in place, even if it's already chapter 9, it's really only beginning. Who knows, it could reach Lithium's length?

Matt
Fuck, she was hot. No complex, no moral, she almost dragged me to my car and stripped by herself. Why would I refuse?
When we both exited my car, I briefly saw Mihael walk away on the campus, a water bottle in his hand, and Layla come our way. When she spotted us, her face contorted in horror, and Mihael stopped in the distance, clearly smirking while looking at us. Bastard. He knew as well as me what was coming for me. Layla looked like an angry tiger and the way she firmly walked in my and her (soon-not-to-be-anymore) friend's direction didn't announce anything nice.

"Matt!" she shrieked, "Annie! How could you do that to me?"
She was yelling, her high pitched voice mixing with sobs as tears began to run on her cheeks. I was starting to feel annoyed. Did she really have to alert the whole parking lot?
They began screaming at each other, then insults fused and since they were clearly putting me out of their fight, which was totally okay with me since I didn't want to be the focus of the drama they were putting up right here, I discreetly left the ring, leaving the two girls ending their friendship in the parking lot.

Since one of the options was going to the cafeteria, and I had already eaten, and the other was to go back on the campus, I opted for the second one. Not totally pleased since Mihael was still standing there, not smirking anymore but looking at me with a hard glare.
I shrugged as I walked past him. "Ah... girls will be girls..." I simply said as he didn't take his eyes off me.
I wondered if it was a misplaced thing to say since he was gay, but oh well...
"I wouldn't blame them, actually." he replied. What the fuck?
"What?" I blurted out, surprised.
He seemed to think for a moment, then added: "Don't tell me you're totally fine with what you did?"
"What are you talking about?"
He stared at me for a few seconds and left without a word, sighing.
What did I do?

It seems we didn't have the same classes in the afternoon, because I didn't meet him once.
I only saw him arrive near the hedge fence we had to cut at 5pm like we were supposed to. I had been waiting here since 4, and had made a crochet to the guardian's lodge to pick up the tools in the meanwhile since I had been bored like hell and wanted us to begin as fast as possible when Mihael would be there. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible because my father was waiting for me to work with him as usual, and I had already made up a lie as a reason for being late in the next weeks, but I couldn't be home too late anyway.
I was getting dizzy at the sole thought of my timetable. I had to struggle with so many things after class, the community work, helping my father at the garage and repairing stuff at the leather store, I would be lucky if I ended safe out of it all without my parents knowing anything.

Mihael picked up huge scissors from the ground and began to cut the fence without even sparing me a look. I left the spot where I was sat and had no choice than to do the same. I regretted that I didn't begin without him, even if we were supposed to do this together.

"Didn't you get electric stuff or something to cut that shit?" he asked all of a sudden when the scissors he was holding resisted on a particularly thick branch for the umpteenth time.
"Did you really think they'd let us use chainsaws?" I spat angrily, unnerved by his disdainful tone.
He glared at me and really, I was happy they didn't let us use chainsaws.

After some more silence, only disturbed by the click of the cutting tools and a few swears from him as he struggled with the fence (I was quite proud that I was more manual than he was, something I was winning over him for once), I itched to resume our conversation from a little earlier on the campus, if it could be called a conversation.
I didn't like that he had seemed to scold me.
"What did you mean, earlier?" I said tentatively, "I mean, about the girls..."

He turned around to face me, the scissors still hanging in his right hand, along his side, and his gaze went from questioning to angry in a split second.
"You can't be such a jerk that you don't see the bad you did, can you?"
It was stupid, but at that moment I was more focused on his accent than on what he said, for some reason beyond my understanding.
"What bad? That's not my fault if the second chick wanted me, Layla should've been faster, what do you want me to tell you?"
"That maybe you could have guessed that it would hurt Layla to see you with her friend when you were still dating her? That you don't care for people's feelings?"
His tone was cold and I wondered who he thought he was to talk to me like that.
"I wasn't dating Layla, and her friend didn't seem to be really bothered with their friendship. They're just easy girls, what did they expect?" I raised my hands helplessly. It wasn't my fault!
"Maybe Layla was easy and a bit vulgar, and her friend is a perfect slut, but that doesn't mean Layla has no feelings, maybe she considered you were dating, and even if she didn't, she didn't deserve to be treated like that. It's just... you're the slut, actually."
He mumbled something else that I didn't catch, turning his back to me and resuming cutting (or should I say slaughter) the fence angrily.
"What? What did you just say?" I demanded, sure that he had insulted me. Anger was rising in me, and I hated that. More because I knew he was right than for what he had said, actually, which made things worse.
He turned around again, glared at me and repeated.
"I said that it's a pity that such a cute guy is ugly as shit inside."
I felt the hairs of my forearms raise in protest to the comment. But I didn't feel like fighting him although he was greatly getting on my nerves, I knew it was a lost cause.

He threw the scissors on the ground and sat on the concrete.
"We've got work to do, you know?" I reminded him.
"No shit, really?" he said, looking at the whole fence that we had only began with. He stirred a bottle of water from his bag and drank from it.
I sat beside him, but at a reasonable distance. He handed his bottle to me but I declined.
"I'm not thirsty, it's not because you... well..." I stuttered.
"I'm past caring if you do something because I'm gay or because you just don't wanna do it." he stated simply.
"Sorry." was all I could say at that moment. It had probably been stupid from me to explain why I didn't want water anyway.
"Stop acting like a jerk, you won't have to be sorry then." he stood up, leaving the bottle on the ground and picking back up the scissors.

We progressed with the fence at a good pace, each going opposite ways, and even if at the beginning the silence had been uncomfortable, quickly the distance between Mihael and me was long enough that we wouldn't have been able to talk even if we had wanted. But it was obvious none of us wanted anyway.

Mello
This guy had no sense of human relationships, it seemed.
I had seen a glimpse of guilt in his eyes as we talked, but it was, to me, just like with the fact I gay: he knew it was bad to think or act like he did, he needed to be reminded of it otherwise he just acted like a total moron, but still, he didn't progress an inch. I wondered briefly, while I was cutting the fence and lost in deep thinking, what his family was like. I imagined his father like a rude homophobe, and his mother was probably a narrow minded housewife that thought her son was the king of the world, raising him like he was the center of the universe.

Still barely focused on the fence, my mind wandered to places I didn't want it to, but I couldn't stop it until it was too late. I remembered Mail on the backseat of his car with the girl called Annie, and soon, Annie wasn't there anymore, it was me he was taking, his hot ass moving in rhythm with the thrusts and... wait, what? He was taking me?
My mind screeched to a halt before reversing roles, and soon I was thrusting in him, my left hand gripping his hip firmly while my right one jerked him roughly. I could almost feel his pubic hairs against my fingers.
But no, it was only the leaves of the fence tickling me, as I came back to my senses.

We were now at a good distance from each other, and it was lucky because I could see the head of my penis threatening to pop out of my leather pants. Discreetly, I breathed in and out to will my erection away, while pushing my member back down under the lacings with a thumb.
Fortunately, I managed to calm down and stop thinking about such things, and I became flacid again. Damn, he was a real turn on, moron or not.
I probably would have to buy leather pants with a higher waist next time. I could sense this would happen more than often if my mind kept on looping this particular event on and on.

At some point, we were as far as possible considering the shape of the fence, and we had cut half of it. I checked my watch and noticed it was already 7 pm. I don't know if we were supposed to finish with the fence in one go, but I was done for today, I could feel the blisters form on my palms, and I was pretty sure the guardian had given us such shitty scissors on purpose.
I strode to where I had left my water bottle, thirsty as hell, and drank a long shot, watching as Mail stopped cutting too and walked to me, eyeing the bottle. It was no surprise he was thirsty too, it was hot and sunny, and as he came closer, I noticed his neck was red. He was sunburnt.
I didn't have that problem with my long hair, and even if I was a blue eyed blond with a fair skin, I strangely didn't have a fragile skin, added to the fact that since I had arrived in California, I used sunscreen everyday because I wasn't used to so much sun in Germany.

I handed him the bottle and he took it, not hesitating this time. Actually, he surprised me by acting totally normally, drinking from where I did, and handing the bottle back to me with a 'thank you'.
He looked at his own watch and his eyes became as wide as plates.
"Shit, I should already be back home!" he exclaimed.
He began to run to the parking lot, and disappeared without a goodbye. Not that I cared, actually.

I picked up my messenger back, threw my empty bottle in the nearest thrashcan, and left with the scissors in hand. I left them to the guardian's lodge at the campus' entry and headed back home. I was not in a hurry and I liked walking around since the way between the campus and my living place was really nice, so I took my time.
As I was at the end of the street where the campus resided, I saw a red Camaro drive back to the campus, do a U-turn and slide along the pavement where I was, stopping at my level.