Hot Mello (Book 1)

Not So Nice Mello (3)

On and on, does anybody know what we are living for...

(Scenario 1)

There had been a day in Wammy's House after the boys had gone camping for a few days. I'd asked Linda if she missed any of them. She said no and I told her that I missed fighting with Mello. I actually just missed him but I couldn't say that.

Anyway, when the boys came back, she told him I'd missed him. I was mortified and corrected her, saying I'd missed fighting with him, not that I'd missed him. He'd taken my hands in his and said that was so sweet, as I continued to deny it. Then he said he thought I crushed on him, at which point his friend Matt interrupted.

"That was a lovely moment until you said that, Mello."

I let go of Mello's hands saying "Ewwww!"

(This much actually happened, the rest is the made up scenario)

"Well what if I do! What if I love you and you're just breaking my heart every day when you pick on me?!"

There was complete silence. Mello stared at me in shock as did everyone who was present.

I pushed his hands away from me and turned to run out of the room. I opened a nearby door that led to a garden, went into out and started crying. The door opened a minute later and Mello joined me.

"Y/N, I didn't know, I'm sorry..."

I wiped my tears away.

"Look, I know you're gay and that's fine. I respect that and I wouldn't expect anything. I just want my friend back."

My voice broke and I started crying again. He held me until I stopped.

"I - I do like you. I admire your work and how you speak back to me when no one else would ever dare to. I think you're amazing. It scared me that I have feelings for you, I thought I only liked guys but I like you."

He leaned in and kissed me, and all was right with the world.

(Scenario 2)

It was pretty much the same conversation only it happened after I brought the information to Mello at the bar and I went home with him and we slept together. I was too tired by then to write the details down, so I kept them in my mind only.

Inside my heart is breaking, my make up may be flaking, but my smile still says on...

I put my notebook back in it's hiding place. Mello and I were ok, I was ok and I could move on, knowing he didn't hate me or remember me in a bad way. After all,

The show must go on...