I can't believe that I've just done that, I thought to myself as I walked over towards Mello's room. Wondering weather or not I should kiss my best friend. Wouldn't that ruin our friendship? My first kiss and it was an out of this world experience. Fireworks exploded within me. Shockwaves penetrated between us. Once I've reached Mell's room I just barged in. I stared at the view before me in total disbelieve, shutting the door behind me. "Angel, I can explain," Mello said as he jumped up and out of Matt's embrace. "There's really no need to. A picture's worth a thousand words. Come to think of it... It sure explains a lot." I gave a few steps backwards, standing with my back against the door. "Don't? Give me some time to digest this information," I told him as he came closer. He obeyed my wish; by not coming any closer. "So you're telling me that I've been admiring a guy whims playing for another team?" I concluded rhetorically. With a heavy sigh Mello said, "I figured that much. I'm really sorry, I should've told you. Matt and I had been seeing each other for a while now." Matt stood up before he stated, "I think that this might be my queue to leave." Matt flashed me a perfect image of his naked torso, as his unbuttoned shirt falls to the sides. "No, please stay- I wouldn't dream of it. Go on with your heated scene. Perhaps this is my time to leave." I told them as gently as possible, under the circumstances. As I'm about to leave the room, Mello grabbed me by the wrist. "Please, let's talk this through?" He begged of me. "What's there to talk about? I get it, I'm not your type. Just so you know, friends don't mingle in such a manner. You were all over each other- enjoying it!" I pulled my hand free from his grip, feeling irritated. "Please, don't be angry with me?" Mello pleated in a low voice. "I'm not angry Mells- I'm disappointed. If only you had trusted me enough to tell me the truth. At least then I wouldn't be standing here, looking at your halve naked lover; feeling like the fool! I thought we were friends, but surely I've been mistaken..." I spat, feeling how aggravation and irritation bubbled inside of me. "Don't say that? We are friends-" He told me. I could make out a hint of sadness within his voice. "Oh, really? What's your divination of being friends? Let me tell you how I see it... a friend is a comrade, a chum, a crony; companion. A friend is a person who favors and supports. A patron, a helper, an advocate, a supporter. Somebody who should bear his friend's infirmities. I wouldn't have passed judgment if only I knew!" I'm at the brink of tears. Matt quickly buttoned up his shirt and left the room. Before I knew it, Mello wrapped me in his embrace and I responded by crying like a toddler. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I should have told you. I don't want to confess if it means that people would look differently at me." I wanted to tell him that there's nothing wrong with being gay.
A few minutes and a pinky promise later everything were back to normal. We promised to be friends forever and that there'll be no more secrets between us. This led me to say why I barged into his room to begin with. No more secrets, I reminded myself. "I actually came because I wanted to know whim kisses better, you or L, but I guess I'll have to settle with him." I confessed with a sly smile. He took a bar of chocolate from his back pocket, unwrapped it and took a bite, before he said: "Wait? What? Back up- He kissed you?" I shook my head and corrected him, "Nope, it's more like the other way around. And yes, it was magical." I gave him another sly smile. "I bet I can make your world turn even faster," his words came to me as a surprise. "That's really thoughtful of you Mells, but you have Matt and you seem happy together. Honestly I don't want to be the one responsible for a horrible breakup. Just so that you know, I'm actually falling in love with him. What should I do?" I asked him hopefully. "Go for it, what have you got to loose?" I smiled at him as I turned towards the door. "Matt you can come back in?" I weren't surprised when he waltzed straight in, I had my suspicions. Never thought for a minute that he actually exiled towards his own room. I greeted them both and assured them that their secret's save with me.
"So? What happened?" Ilya asked when I entered my room hours later. I gave them my signature smile. "You have to spill the beans. Tell us everything?" Erica said as I slumped down onto my bed. "It was like we were in a world where time existed no more. In a state where nothing else matter, where we could fight our demons together. It was as light as a whisper. As sweet as millions of red berries. Like a breath of air. A well of water to calm one's thirst. It was- irresistible. Marvelous! I think- I think that I might actually be infatuated with him." I ended with a sigh. "That sounds so magical," Ilya said. "More like other worldly romantic," Tohru chirped in. "It sounds like a real life fairy tale in which you just found your Prince Charming," Erica said with a smile. What's happening to me? Am I actually bubbling over with foolish love, like an over boiling kettle? One thing is for sure, I'll never be able to look at him like I did before. Scolding is over rated! Irrevocably, I'm finding him to my liking. I adore him!