I thought all week about what Matt had said, that I should tell Mello how I felt. Maybe he was right, at least if (when) Mello rejected me I'd know I need to get over it.
We'd planned a party that weekend, so I decided I'd try to tell him then. I'd bought him a shitload of chocolate, I wanted to do something special for him, I also figured he wouldn't hate me for liking him if I sweetened him up.
The night of the party came and I was busy handing out drinks and party food, and mingling. I kept my eye on Mello but lost him at some point. I asked a random person if they knew where he was, they thought he'd gone to his room maybe.
I stopped at my room to get the chocolate. I'd had a few drinks for courage. 'Don't drink too much, but always drink enough' was my motto.
I went to his room with literally armfuls of chocolate. I managed to knock on the door and got no reply. I knocked again a few times before opening the door to check he was ok.
He was lying on his bed, on top of some guy as they made out. I felt my face fall and he turned his head to look at me. I muttered an apology and left quickly.
I hurried back to my room, dropped the chocolate on the end of my bed and curled up on it as tears soaked my pillow.
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Hot Mello (Book 1)
FanfictionI don't know, just hot and/or weird Mello (Death Note) stories/imagines/whatever. Mello x reader, unless otherwise stated. (By reader I mean me, because I love Mello) Ps. They're probably all ooc and most of them aren't meant to be taken seriously.
