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A/N: Last chapter! 'Twas a short fic, as I have discovered that I do not have the work ethic required to have two WIP's going at the same time. Anyway, sorry it took longer than it should have.

Matt spent about two hours moping alone in his room before there was a knock on the door. He didn't answer it, pretending he wasn't there. Then the door opened, because of course, Mello knew he was there and it was his room too.

"Matt, are you okay?" Mello asked, concerned. Matt was lying face down on the bed and didn't respond. He wasn't crying anymore, but he knew his eyes were probably still red and there were crusty dried tear-tracks on his face.

"Matt, what's wrong?" Mello tried again, sitting on the edge of Matt's bed. Apparently he could already tell Matt had been crying without seeing his face. He was perceptive that way when he wanted to be, although that wasn't very often.

"Nothing." Matt said, displeased to hear the scratchy sound of his own voice.

"Bullshit." Mello said, and grabbed Matt's shoulder, attempting to roll him over so he could see his face.

"It's none of your business!" Matt said, even though it totally was. Mello sighed and sat on the bed, leaning back against Matt for some reason. Matt tensed.

"Then why are you mad at me?" Mello asked. Matt was silent for a long moment, pondering his options. He could lie, but he really didn't have much to hide at this point. He decided he might as well just throw it out there.

"I know you read my journal on the computer." Matt said. Whatever Mello was expecting to hear, it wasn't that. His eyes widened and his face went very pale.

"You…how? How long have you known?" Mello asked in disbelief. The question confused Matt. How long could he have known? It just happened last night…unless that wasn't the first time Mello had read it. Matt frowned.

"Uh…since I saw you last night." He answered, finally turning to face Mello. Mello looked appalled.

"You saw me? What did you see? You didn't see…" Mello trailed off, looking even more horrified at the affirmative look on Matt's face.

"Well, I shut my eyes at that part…" Matt said. Mello buried his face in his hands in humiliation and turned away from Matt. Matt felt kind of bad then. He hadn't really thought about it from Mello's point of view. He supposed he would be rather upset if Mello had seen him jerking off to his journal.

"Oh my god…" Mello said under his breath. Matt didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent while Mello got himself under control. The blonde brought his hands away from his face, revealing a tinge of red on his cheeks.

"So, what, you hate me now? You think I'm sick?" Mello finally said, determinedly not looking at Matt, who was terribly confused.

"What? I'm the one who wrote the journal." Matt said. Mello looked just as confused as he felt.

"Yeah, but it was obviously supposed to be a joke or something." Mello said uncertainly.

"Uh…no, it wasn't." Matt replied wondering why anyone would write something like that as a joke and then not show it to anyone, and how someone as smart as Mello could really believe that.

"Then what was it?" Mello asked.

"Well, it wasn't a joke, I wrote it 'cause I…uh…like you…that way." Matt said. Mello stared at him, unblinking, his mouth hanging slightly open. Then he looked away and shook his head.

"No, you don't, you can't…" He said.

"Yeah I do." Matt said, almost defensively, wondering what was prompting Mello's denial. After all, he must have at least momentarily entertained this possibility when he found the journal. He couldn't really have been convinced that it was a joke even when he was wanking to it.

"Then why have you never said anything?" Mello asked. Good question. Matt had to think for a moment.

"…I was pretty sure you didn't like me back. And that you'd make fun of me." He said. Mello stared at him again, studying his face as if looking for something. Then before Matt knew it, there were lips against his own.

Mello had suddenly kissed him, and that act was somehow desperate and chaste at the same time. The blonde pulled back quickly, leaving Matt a bit stunned and wondering if he was having another one of those dreams. But a very real Mello stared back at him, and he found himself at a loss for words.

Where was his echoing hero-voice? He opened his mouth and closed it again. This wasn't how he was supposed to be when Mello practically confessed his love! He was supposed to be manly and confident!

Mello's expression was unreadable as he watched Matt's reaction, and Matt realized he needed to say or do something soon or Mello would get the wrong idea again, so he awkwardly reached out and wrapped an arm around Mello's waist, pulling him a bit closer.

Mello seemed to sense his uncertainty and met him halfway by initiating another kiss, for which Matt was grateful. This one lasted a little longer and was considerably sloppier, and Matt noticed that Mello didn't know what he was doing either.

When they broke apart, there was drool everywhere, which was kind of gross, and Matt laughed semi-hysterically as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Mello let out a little laugh as well before leaning his head against Matt's shoulder wearily, as if he'd just been relieved of a great deal of stress. Matt held him contentedly for a few seconds before a loud knock sounded on the door, causing them to immediately spring apart.

"Yes?" Mello yelled. Roger's muffled voice sounded through the door.

"The TV's here early, I need you two to come and set it up." He said. Matt had completely forgotten about the TV for the last few hours, but he perked up at that.

He got off the bed, grabbed his Nintendo, and ran to the door, catching the sight of Mello rolling his eyes along the way. Only when he was sprinting down the hallway did it occur to him that he apparently no longer needed the TV to win Mello.

He paused for a moment, then mentally shrugged and continued running to the playroom. Mello followed him. When he saw the giant box that contained the giant TV, he almost squealed in a decidedly non-manly way. There were two deliverymen standing next to it, and Near and Linda were talking to them.

"No, you are supposed to put it in the Rec. room," Near said to the men, pointing to the bedroom from whence Matt had come. Matt laughed at Near's attempt to have the TV placed in their room instead of the playroom.

"The Rec. room is Mello's room?" Linda asked in confusion, not suspecting Near's plan.

"Are you calling me a wreck?" Mello asked confrontationally.

"No, it's your room that's a wreck." Linda teased. Mello glared.

"I meant Rec. as in recreation." Near said.

"Ah." Said Mello.

"Our room is not the Rec. room. Just leave the TV here." Matt told the deliverymen, who nodded and left.

Near, while normally robot-like in his apathy, obviously did not like the idea of a TV disturbing his playtime. He threw an action figure at Matt's head, but Matt's game-honed reflexes allowed him to catch it before impact. He handed it to Mello, who looked delighted by Near's fury.

"Sorry Near, it never occurred to us that you would have a problem with the TV…" Mello said cheerfully.

Near glared, then snatched his action figure out of Mello's hands and returned to his room in a huff. Meanwhile, Matt tore the box open and efficiently set up the TV and Nintendo.

He tested it out, sitting down to play one of his games. When Mello sat next to him to watch, he glanced around and noticed that Linda had gone back to her room as well. He and Mello were alone. He continued to play, glancing periodically at Mello, whose face betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Then Mello spoke up.

"Wow, you're really good at this." He said in an offhand way. Matt grinned.

"I know."

The End.

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