Boy // Matt x Mello // Boyxboy

Chapter 5

sorry if this seems rushed but like i just can't help it i want them to be happy ;-;

also i recommend listening to ruby by twenty one pilots while reading bc it took over my thoughts while i was editing this chappie.

"You gonna answer that?"

Matt was sprawled on the couch, hunched over a bowl of ramen, and somehow kicking ass at Tetris on his phone at the same time. My phone was currently in danger of buzzing right off the coffee table.

"Nah, it's probably my mom. Or C inviting me to another party." I dumped my flavor packet into the noodles, hissing when the steam came too close to my fingertips.

"Who's C?" Matt scrunched his nose.

"A friend. Kinda. Study partner, more like. He's in like Kyoto or somewhere now that I think about it, so it's most likely my mom."

"What about I run down to her house and give her something to call about?" he muttered darkly, slurping the noodles into his mouth, making a mess of the table and his face in the process.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my ramen and the roll of paper towels, balancing them along with my Coke to the living room. So this is what being a teenager felt like. Eating shitty, but delicious food, and enjoying it in front of the TV, instead of gathered around the dining table with fancy silverware ravaged from estate sales.

"Please don't. Near is prone to anxiety attacks." I said nonchalantly, carelessly channel surfing through dozens of paid movie channels.

Matt pushed his phone into his pocket and placed his noodles in his lap, bringing his attention to the TV.

"What are C's parties like?" he asked after a while.

"I wouldn't know. I've never been to one." I shrugged, settling on Lemonade Mouth.

Matt gasped. "You've never been to a party?"

I shook my head.

"Me neither," he admitted. I snorted.

"We should go out," he continued.

"It's Sunday, Matt. Where are we gonna go? Church, or Wal-Mart?"

"Not tonight, dumbass."

I lazily threw a decorative pillow from underneath my head at him, but he caught it to my dismay..

"And how do you suppose we get invited to a party? Last I checked, we're both losers."

"Speak for yourself," Matt quipped, and I growled, running out of pillows to throw.

"Honestly, though. Parties aren't really my thing," I sighed, placing my empty bowl on the table and grabbing my phone.

As expected, a couple of missed calls from mother, and a text from Near.

Please answer your phone. If not, then at least check up with me every once in a while. We worry.

I buried my face in a pillow and groan.

"Hey, Matt?"

He swiveled his head and caught my eyes to show I have his attention.

"Don't ever change," I said vaguely.

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Only that night did I notice that there was a balcony that stretched across both mine and Matt's respective rooms. It was just beginning to grow dark when I stepped out and settled into a cushioned lawn chair.