Note: Daily update again! But I suspect you're gonna hate me for this one XD (yes, my best friend Cliffie's back! And probably the worst I've ever made).
BTW, my lovely bride Miharu_is_Harukas_Love_Child has a great fic you should read, it's Tearoom (the others are good as well, go read!). You can find her in my fav authors list.

Matt
I woke up in a start. Friday! One day to plan the date! I glanced at my alarm clock: 7:18am. Better get up now, I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. We had agreed that Mihael and me wouldn't help my father today, me because I had to get going if I wanted our first date to be the perfect date, Mihael because he had to prepare stuff for his parents' arrival like reserving a taxi for when they would land at the airport, making sure the hotel was up to their standards, buy some presents (I didn't really get why he would get them presents since they were the ones visiting, and they hadn't been really nice until now, and nothing was less sure than the fact that they would be in the future.)
Well I guess it was just being polite.

I had my idea as to what Mihael and me would do on our date, I just hadn't had time to prepare anything. Well, already having an idea was much of the work done, I had been clueless until yesterday actually, and was really freaking out to come up with a last minute lame stuff like a picnic and a boat ride at the park.

I was a ball of nerve all the way to the shower to when I came to say hello to my mum in the kitchen. She laughed when she saw me running around like an undecided puppy, unable to choose to have a bowl of cereals which would force me to eat at the table, or anything that I could just take with me instead.
"Sit down my little fox, I'll bring you breakfast and we can talk." huh-ho...

She sat face to me with a cup of coffee as I began to munch on my Lucky Charms (shut up, ok?). She had her serious face on. Not the one that means 'I have something bad to tell you', but more like 'let's discuss adult stuff, you're a big boy now'. I hope she wouldn't bring the topic of bees and flowers...
"Mail, I don't need to ask you if you're nervous about tomorrow, I just have to look at you." she began, smiling.
"I'm so scared to ruin everything, I want this to be perfect... but I don't really know... he's a guy and I don't know what guys do on a date... I don't even know if what I planned is romantic enough, and does it have to be romantic? Damn, it's so stressful!" I didn't even breathe through the whole sentence.
"It's about being together Mail, and doing something he likes, if it's you in charge of the organisation, don't worry that much, I'm sure you'll do good."
"It's not only that... hum... no, nothing." I retaliated. This was a subject I didn't want to bring up with my mother.
"Mail, let me get this straight. I know you're not a virgin, I don't even know how far you and Mihael went, and I don't want to know, but there is one thing I want to make sure of. Your father and me never said anything about your many girlfriends although we didn't really approve, you told me once that you always protected yourself and I trust you about that, it was the most important to your father and me..."
"Moooom!" I protested, it was beginning to be really awkward.
"...but now it's different. Feelings are involved. Not only yours, but Mihael's. I know that you would never hurt him on purpose, but sometimes we can hurt people without knowing we do. I know how you feel about your relationship with him. You still say you are not gay and I'm concerned with it. I can understand your point of view to some extent but since you are going public tomorrow, you will probably have to deal with more than you can handle. I know you like if I made you sweetheart, I know how you can explode once you're exposed too much. And I care for Mihael, and don't want you to explode at his face if you realise that although you don't feel gay, people think you are, and attack you on that matter. Just don't go further than you can handle with him. Don't put your relationship with him on a level of involvement that leads to breaking his heart if you decide to go backward once you realise you can't accept what people will label you."
We both stayed silent. I didn't know what to reply to that. I had been concerned with the same thoughts for days, weeks, and still I could not label myself as gay. I hadn't faced the 'real world' as one half of a homosexual couple, so I wouldn't know what it would feel like. What people would do, say... I had no answer. I couldn't even say that I knew myself enough to imagine my reactions to whatever happened, because my mother was right, I knew I could explode anytime if under pressure. The events at the Berlin hotel were the best proof of it. But last night, I also learnt that I could stop a fire for Mihael. I could say no to my own want, as strong as it was, just so I wouldn't go against what Mihael wanted. Maybe it was what love does to people, maybe I was growing up, maybe it was just a one time miracle. I had to live it to know what I would do exactly.
I swallowed the last bit of my cereals. "The only label I deem important is being in love. Being gay, or whatever people can say, won't change the fact that Mihael's the one for me."
My mother smiled to me in a way she had never done.
Actually, it felt really weird to tell her that and yet, I knew she would never judge it sappy or whatever, she was my mother, and she was the best. So I simply decided to be honest with her, no matter how awkward it sounded.

Mello
It was only 2pm and I was pacing back and forth in my studio, unable to decide what to do with myself. I was done with the stuff for my parents' visit, hotel, taxi, whatever places I had to bring them to, all booked and organised. And I would not see Mail until tomorrow 3pm. Fuck. This wait was killing me.

I decided to go for a ride. The weather had cooled down a bit. Not enough to feel comfortable in leather but still, I couldn't stay at home like this, it was driving me crazy, so I just slid in the garment that made my skin sweat as soon as I zipped everything in place. So I hurried to my Honda, wishing for the air to refresh me a bit while I would be speeding on the road. Even the helmet made me sweat, I could already feel my hair stick to my nape. But there was no way I'd ride without protection.

I revved the engine to life and pulled out of the underground parking. I quickly exited the lot and made my way out of the city. Being stuck in traffic wouldn't help the drops rolling off my forehead. Damn helmet.
I breathed better once I was on the fast lane, and pushed the gas to gain some speed. Soon I was at speed limit, not really caring where this would lead me, I just wanted to enjoy the ride.
I felt my phone buzz in my rear pocket and took the first curve to a rest area so I could check who it was. I was actually hoping it was Mail. I smiled, once stopped, when I saw the ID blinking as a missed call. I called him back immediately.

"Hey!" a joyful voice on the other side of the line told me Mail was in a pretty good mood.
"What's up?" I said, equally happy. If I couldn't see him, I could at least talk to him.
"What's that noise around you?" he asked. Right, the fastlane behind me was quite noisy with cars and trucks.
"I'm gone for a ride, I finished with my stuff so I'm trying to kill time until tomorrow. I'm on a fastlane's rest area."
"I see... I've got everything prepared for tomorrow!" he seemed ready to burst of excitement, and it made me smile.
"I guess you won't tell a word about it?" I teased him.
"Nope! But since you're done and I'm too, why not hand out for the rest of the day?"
"Oh, really?" I laughed, "what about your big statement yesterday, that in order to enjoy our date we shouldn't see each other today, just like the groom can't see the bride before the wedding?"
"We're not getting married yet so just come home already, I'll be waiting for you at your apartment." I couldn't hold it against him, I probably would have gone crazy with the wait until tomorrow.
"Not yet? Does that mean we will someday?" I couldn't help the tease.
"Who knows... heh, my mother would probably kill me if she never sees me getting married anyway." he chuckled.
"Ok, I'm on my way home, should be there in half an hour more or less."
"'Kay, see ya!"

I had to find the next exit so I could go back on my tracks. I left the spot where I stopped and speeded on the fastlane again. The next exit was only 3 miles away.
I was sweating like mad. Fucking leather. Drops were now rolling from my forehead into my eyes, great. I took a few seconds to wipe them as I stopped at a red light at the exit, before taking the fastlane in the opposite direction.
Problem was that the sun was now in my face, and I felt hotter and hotter despite the speed. The leather was sticking to my skin so much that I didn't feel the air anymore.

Only half an hour to go with this nightmare and I'd be under the shower (with Mail, possibly...).
I sighed of relief when I finally reached the exit that would lead to my place. I blinked hard to get the salty drops out of my eyes but it was stinging more and more, and I couldn't stop to wipe them away, I was riding way too fast to take the risk.

I followed the curve of the exit lane, and just as I slowed down, I felt a bump at the back of my motorcycle. I turned to see what it was and saw that truck behind me, and the driver with eyes dilated and shouting and making big gestures, looking panicked. When I understood it was too late.

The guy couldn't brake and was telling me to get out of the way and using his hand brake to try to slow down but even if the truck actually slowed down bit by bit, it was dangerously coming close to me and he couldn't control anything anymore because of inertia force, and couldn't drive off the road without killing himself on the right, or killing other drivers on the left, so as I was the only one in front of him he just kept on shouting and trying to hold on to the hand brake just long enough each time to slow down without having the truck reverse.

I tried to speed up again, feeling him bump me again, all I could see was that truck's front, huge and dirty and I was suddenly scared shitless because I didn't stand a chance if I didn't get out of this road and the noise of the truck's wheels gripping the concrete was a horrible screech that sounded like a desperate cry to my ears. All I could think off was that I would be late and Mail would be waiting for me, and my parents would have something more to lecture me about if I had an accident.
But just as I managed to gain some speed (fortunately there was no one in front of me) the light turned red for me at the crossroad where the exit lane ended, and deep down inside I knew I was probably about to die, and that was stupid because Mail had just told me that we may get married someday and that was a pity I couldn't live until that day and...

I blinked one last time to get rid of the droplets that were now not only due to the heat, I was crying even, because I had to choose between stopping at the red light to avoid the cars coming from left and right of the crossroad and getting driven over by the truck I could still hear screeching behind me, or get away from the truck and smash my motorcycle in that pick-up I could see coming perpendicularly.
At some point I couldn't identify the shouting anymore, whether it was the truck's driver or the pick-up driver that was seeing me coming straight his way, but I decided that I would at least see death face to face, and not just let it stab me in the back, so I speeded up even more.
I guess it was too much to ask, death isn't probably that sensitive to brave people, because I took the side of the pick-up right with my front wheel, held on as much as I could to my engine trying not to go flying in the air, saw my wheel dislocate, I stupidly watched it roll away, zigzagging, as the rest of my motorcycle slid sideways, my leg crashing in the driver's door of the pick-up, pain and the noise reaching me like if I was out of my body already, because all of this couldn't be happening, and I would make it safe. I had to.

The pick-up stopped abruptly, the harsh stop taking me along as the frame of what was left of the front of my Honda got caught under the car, pulling me with it. I just had time to see the driver run away from his vehicle by the passenger's door and everyone around free the road as fast as they could, and it looked like hours, or slow motion, and the screeching sound of the truck was suddenly so close, so close... I was already sliding under the pick-up, taken along with the pull of the violent stop, wasn't it enough? My lungs refused to work when I saw that dirty 'Barkas' sign on the front of the truck, I wanted to scream because I was so afraid to die, and it was so laughable because I was about to get killed by a german truck and this would have made Mail laugh if it hadn't been so tragic, and maybe the truck would miss me if I was under the pick-up completely but death really wasn't in the mood and the burning metal of the truck's front was suddenly against my shoulder and it pushed me, I was folded like a piece of paper, my lower half sliding on the concrete, caught under the pick-up, my upper half stuck between the truck and the pick-up's driver's door and there was blood from my leg breaking earlier on that door and that was all I could see because I didn't want to look at the truck, it was just a nightmare and my left leg was on fire, scratching the ground and I could feel the bones rake against the cement, and a bang resounded as the pick-up's right side collided with the building on the other side of the pavement and I realised I was about to get reduced to mash between the two vehicles now that the pick-up couldn't go further.
I blacked out, feeling myself drift, or maybe I was dying, I didn't really know...