It's been so long since I last updated! Ugh! But I knew I totally had to this time, since it's Mello's birthday.
Well, I'm sorry I couldn't do a "Halloween Special" for PiR, but next year maybe, probably when it's officially "done," I'll just mark it as "Chapter 5.5" or something.
Anyways, enjoy, Happy Mello's Birthday, and as always: Please review!
He was kind of a snob, that kid, ever since he got his name. Ever since he placed just behind me on testing, he'd kind of had this way about him; twice the ego, triple the sarcasm. That Jeevas kid...
So now he was Matt. Just Matt. Occasionally, I would call him by his real name just to piss him off.
For a while though, the two of us didn't do or say anything to each other. Then there was this one day when I came into my room...
"Why are you going into my stash?"
He turned beet red. "I-I...no, it's not what it looks like! Really!"
"Yes it is,"
"No really, it's not like -"
"Your goggles may fog up, but my eyes don't. I see what you did Jeevas,"
"You know what this means," I stormed out of the room.
"NO! Please don't!" Matt ran after me. "Mello! Don't do it! Don't tell everyone in Wammy's House that I still suck my thumbs and wet the bed last week!"
I turned around and almost choked laughing. "You did what?" I snickered. Matt was turning red again.
"Wait, forget I said that..."
"There we go," I smirked and skipped down the stairs. Awesome, now I had even more dirt on him...but to tell about the bed-wetting...oh yeah, totally let out the bed-wetting.
"Mello!" he finally grabbed my shoulder. I whipped around to face him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Please, just hear me out, okay?" he panted. "I...I wasn't sure what brand to get you...you know, for the chocolate? So I looked, and well, you showed up,"
I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked like he really meant it, but it was hard to tell. Still, if there was ever a chance to get even with him for making me go trick-or-treating in a dress...
"I believe you," I said, smiling."But I'm still telling everyone that you wet the bed,"
Matt turned red for the third time.
"What?" I shrugged. "I never said I would keep that a secret, did I?"
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Yes you did," I said. "It's your fault I have to share a room, that my chocolate stash in the mattress is gone, and that I went as Peach for Halloween!"
"That part was your fault,"
"I blame you,"
"I had no control over those things. I couldn't help coming here. MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!"
"We're in an orphanage Matt. All our parents are dead,"
"Oh," he said. "Yeah, good point,"
We stared at each other for a minute before I finally said "Well, now what?"
Matt shrugged. "Wanna play Mario Kart?"
"Fine," I said.
We did, and after seven rounds of "Best two out of three," I lost. Badly. And his trash talk wasn't making things any better.
"Wow, you really suck at this,"
"No Matt, you're cheating,"
He turned to face me, and lifted up his goggles. Smirking, he said, "You really can't tell me that I'm just that good, can you?"
He was right, actually - I couldn't. I couldn't tell him that he'd beat me fairly, that he was better than me. There was no way I could say to him that yes, it was fair, he didn't cheat, I don't really suck at MarioKart. But he's just that much better than me. Truth is, I couldn't admit to anyone being better...except L. And Near...damn him...but this guy? This new kid, the one who was constantly on his Gameboy? Mail? Matt?
"No Matt, I can't,"
Okay, maybe he wasn't expecting me to answer it that way. I think that was supposed to be a rhetorical question or something...so maybe that's why he made a confused face for three seconds before falling on the floor laughing.
"Matt, I'm gonna kick you,"
"Hahahahahahahahhahaha! You...you really can't say I won! Seriously Mells?"
"What did you just call me?"
Still giggling, Matt got up and fixed his goggles. "Can't I call you Mells? Is that okay?"
"Is two syllables too much for you?"
He laughed a little bit. "Nah, just wanna give you a nickname or whatever. We're kind of friends, aren't we?"
"I'm forced to share a room with you. That does not mean we're friends,"
He shrugged. "Okay then. I've got something to show you then," he said, and walked off.
"Hey," I went after him. "Where are you going,"
"Come on," he called, running off. I ran after him to see what he was going to do, when I finally stopped at the door to my room. He was standing in front of it, just smiling.
"What is it you said you were gonna show me?" I asked him.
"No telling, 'kay?" he said, winking.
What is he getting at? I thought. He opened the door, and the two of us stepped inside.
"Mello," he said. "I know it's not the same as when you had the stash hidden in your mattress, but, after Halloween...I got Linda and Near to pitch in some...okay, Near doesn't totally know about the 'pitching in,' but..."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We gave you our chocolate," he whispered. Just then, he walked over to a corner of the room, and popped open the floorboard. My jaw dropped. "Me and Lin both,"
I couldn't believe him. I didn't know what to think, really. Had he planned on this all along? As in, ever since the stash went missing? All this time, after everything I'd done and said to him, he was actually doing this for me? I felt...bad, guilty really; how I'd been such a jerk, and now this? At the same time, I was mad, in a weird sort of a way; I never asked for help in getting my chocolate stash back. Why did he feel like he had to help me? I never asked him! Still, it was...awfully nice to do that...with his own candy...
"Mello? Are you okay? Is this what they call a brain aneurysm?"
I blinked a bit, then walked over to the space in the floorboards. "You really...wow. I mean...what's your deal? I just can't figure you out sometimes," I smiled.
"Heh, yeah well, I know it meant a lot to you and stuff," he said. "Kinda like my Gameboy. I'd die if this thing got broken or something,"
I rolled my eyes at him. "C'mon, Jeevas! As if it's really that bad!"
"It is," he teased. "You know it's true,"
I pouted, but then, I laughed. Yeah, he was right, wasn't he? We both had that much in common.
"So I guess you aren't all that bad after all, eh?" I said, handing him a chocolate bar.
"Does this mean I get to call you Mells?" he asked, taking the bar.
I looked at him for a minute, then bit into the chocolate. "Sure,"
"Alright then, Mello Yellow,"
"Now you're takin it too far,"
"Hahahaha! Okay then, fine," he rolled his eyes, munching on the chocolate bar. "Just Mells from now on, okay?"
So maybe, just maybe, Matt wasn't so bad. And maybe he wasn't totally like Near after all.
He was kind of like me.
D'awww! ^_^ Fluffy chapter is fluffy...
Well, I had to resolve it somehow, and really, who knew Matt was such a nice guy? After all, he's the guy who provides the crazy blond guy with chocolate. :P In case you're wondering, Matt kind of stole some candy from Near...Near takes so much crap in this story; then again, Mello's narrating, so what do you expect?
Tidings of Chocolate to all! Happy Chocoholic's Day, and remember: REVIEW!