Ichigo-Is-A-Kitty

I was thinking in Band class again... And...this came up!! And I feel like having a mute Matty :| Been thinking about Broken Colours by CityGirlDreamer too much. -*-8-*- Mello traced his finger on the wall as he walked against it, heading down the hall and to the bathrooms. Notes on Rome were boring. Matt had calculated everything, and knew he was out of camera-shot where he was walking. Until he ran into Mello. "Oh sh--" Matt stumbled backwards, Mello sending him a harsh glare, before waltzing into the bathroom. Matt frowned, walking into the bathroom himself. "Why are you following me?" Mello asked, now sitting on the sinks. "..." M

I KEEP SAYING PWNED. WTF This chapter is based on a true story (but I didn't win D': ) -*-8-*- Matt shook water out of his hair, wrapping a towel tightly around his waist. Mello walked into the living room, seeing Matt, naked, on the couch, and playing video games. "Uhm..." "Son-of-a-bitch!" Matt yelled. "Errh, Matt?" "What?!" "What are you doing?" "Playing games." "Where are your clothes?" Matt sighed and paused his game. "I'm seeing if being naked will help me defeat this stupid boss." he explained. "...interesting." Matt nodded, resuming his game. "So, is it working?" "I...I think so." Matt mashed the buttons on his PS2 cont

I was dying my hair when I thought of this. Heehee -*-8-*- Mello walked into the living room with tinfoil all about in his hair, sitting on the couch, and flipping through the channels on the T.V. Until Matt walked in. "Uhm, Mello?" Mello jumped. "Wh...oh...oh shit!!" Mello jumped up, ripping off the foil and running into the bathroom. "Dude, you okay?" "Yeah?" Mello called back, turning on the wated. Ten minutes later, he walked out, looking normal. "What was that?" "Nothing." "Mello, do you dye your hair?" Mello snorted. "Of course not." "Why was there foil in your hair then?" "There wasn't." Matt picked a ball of foil up. "

Matt sneaked up behind Mello, who was sitting at a desk. "What'chya drawin'?" Mello jumped lightly, covering his drawing. "Just a portrait..." "Of...?" Matt tried harder to look. "Myself." "Ooh, can I see?" Mello paused. "Nope." "Awwh! Why not?" "Because it's stupid, now go away." "Come on, let me see!" Mello growled. "No." Matt sighed sadly. "Fine..." he walked out of the room. Two hours later, when Mello was watching the news on the couch, Matt sneaked over to the desk, snatching the book. "Hah!!" he shouted. Mello looked up annoyed, then horrified. "Give it back!" He pounced off of the back of the couch, but Matt was one step

L-lol... Yeah... -*-8-*- "Uhh, Matt..." "Yeah?" "What's this?" Mello held up a square wrapper. "A condom." "..." "What?" "Why do you have this?" "It's glow-in-the-dark!" Matt exclaimed, shutting the door and turning off the lights. A light green glow came from Mello's hand. "That's...nice." Matt turned the lights back on and Mello handed the condom to the red-head. "I have more if you want one." "Why do you have so many?" "They were free..." Matt said. "So do you want one or not?" "Why would I need one? I'm gay, Matt." "So am I, but you can never be too careful. Especially after what happened at Near's birthday." "I guess so.

Wrote this really late. Got like, four and a half hours of sleep last night. XD Yayy... More of an angst. The other one I'm writing is, too XD Sorry -*-8-*- Mello knew. He knew he was an asshole. He bullied everybody. He fucked with them. He hit them, stolen from them, broke them, teased them demanded from them all...save for one. But this time, someone might as well have stamped ASSHOLE onto his forehead. He'd left. He'd left Matt. Matt, the only one he hadn't bullied, fucked with, hit, stolen from, broken, teased, or demanded from. He'd left him, though. Doing something like this could have been like all of the above actions

Sometimes, I find myself staring at you. I wonder if I can look through one of your prettily-pierced ears and see the stars branching into my name on the other side. I wonder if that would scare the hell out of me, seeing such commitment spelled out in black and blue and white on your end when I'm so complacent with being kept to myself on mine. And maybe, deep down, I'm wondering if it's really a commitment I'm so afraid of...or if it's that I'm worried that when you look at me with your heart in your glowing sunrise eyes, I'm not returning the favor. Sometimes I catch you staring at me, but I like to pretend that I don't see. Instead, I'll