Boy // Matt x Mello // Boyxboy

Chapter 1

"If you keep inhaling those damn things, you're gonna get fat," C commented, eyeing my chocolate bar.

"Good point, maybe I'll cut down. Wouldn't want these jugs getting any bigger," I joked half-heartedly, glaring down at the two bulges on my chest.

"Well, if you don't want 'em I'll take 'em," he winked.

"Shut the fuck up, you pervy bastard." I rolled my eyes, immersing myself back in my algebra work. I looked back down self consciously at my leather attire, fidgeting a bit when I realized that they are, in fact, a bit tighter than they used to be.

Study hall was an actual gift from the gods, and sharing it with C was even better. We could slack off and still make perfect grades, all because he was an amazing tutor.

When the bell sounded, signaling the beginning of lunch, we parted ways and I passed the cafeteria up, opening the double doors in the back and traipsing out into the open air.

The area behind the magnet hall buildings at the corner of the campus was completely barren, and that's where I'd go for my so-called 'thirty minute personal period' every single day.

When I arrived, though, I was unamused to find that someone had already claimed my spot in the grass.

He was hard to miss, really. The boy's shiny red hair caught my attention immediately and thin swirls of smoke rose around him. Over his eyes were a pair of odd yellow tinted goggles. He was faced almost completely away from me, bent over a device— I found out later that it was, in fact, a GameBoy Advance —when I plopped my bag down a few footsteps from him.

"You're a fucking dumbass," I snarled, feeling like my privacy was being invaded.

He jumped at the sound of my approach, and the game let out a series of droopy notes before he started cursing loudly.

"Shit, shit, fucking piece of shit." He tried reviving his character to no avail, and finally sat back, looking defeated. He plucked the fag from his mouth and let it rest between his pointer and middle finger, letting out a stream of smoke as he breathed.

"You've got quite a mouth on you." I smirked, sitting cross legged a few feet away.

"Thanks, I've been practicing," he spat icily, still butt-hurt about his game.

"Oh, don't let me stop you. I'm sure Princess Peach needs her savior to come rescue her from evil," I teased, pulling out my lunch bag which consisted of chocolate, obviously, and an apple that Mother provided to insure that I don't fall into a sugar-induced coma.

Needless to say, I completely ignored the apple and ripped open the chocolate wrapper, snapping a piece off with my teeth loudly without shame.

"I'm sure she can wait for her plumber." He seemed to relax a bit, probably realizing I wasn't gonna bust him for smoking, and shoveled the device into his backpack.

I decided that didn't need an answer, so I turned my attention to the clouds as they floated serenely in the sky.

Surprisingly, the boy didn't say anything else either, instead taking a drag of the cigarette and following my lead, watching the clouds pass.

I found that I didn't actually mind the presence beside me as much as I thought I would. Not even when he tried (and failed) to blow smoke rings that ended with him inhaling too sharply and trying to choke as silently as possible.