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dating issues | Matt version

"Stop changing the subject, dumbass." Mello said rolling his eyes, "I just do what you can't, getting the best out of your bullethead."

"You're one to say that." Matt pointed out, before his best friend shot him a glare that signalized he should finally answer his goddamn question.

"You heard her, we can't do anything. She decided to date somone else and she is free to leave whenever she..." tried Matt to declare until Mello interrupted his speech.

"You really put effort into denying your feelings and finding excuses why you shouldn't tell her huh." Mello remarked, "That and you're lying to yourself."

"It's not just that, I just don't want to destroy anything." he uttered, playing with the googles around his neck.

"I can't take that fear from you buddy," the blonde said, with one glimpse at the others face and the hanging shoulders he added, "But you'll never know if you don't try."

*back to your date*

Sitting inside the small restaurant you had some peace to finally get to know (H/N) better.

He seemed like a very sweet guy, gentleman like and understanding, interested in everything you said and he was handsome too.

Probably he was exactly THAT guy, every girl wanted.
But it still felt strange to sit there in a dress you never wore, with a guy who you never thought you would meet up with on a date you never guessed would really happen.

Why couldn't you just simply enjoy things?

Maybe because this didn't feel like you.
Not even talking about the dress, you liked it and felt pretty, but the rest...

You couldn't change the fact that one specific readhead always seemed to sneak into your thoughts.

Again you tried to shake that idea of you being with him out of your mind.

You were friends.
Good friends.
You've been for years.
He never mentioned having feelings for you other than friendship.
And that's fine.
It's all you needed.
And now you had a great date you would enjoy.
No matter how things would turn out.

"Are you alright?" the smiling (h/c) in front of you asked.

Confused you looked up into his (e/c) eyes with your (e/c) ones.

"You seem a little bit distracted." he added.

"Yeah I guess I am." blushing you pushed away a (h/c) strand of hair, behind your ear, "Sorry. I really enjoy being here with you."

Liar

Why couldn't that voice inside of your head just shut up?

It would if you just stopped lying to yourself.

Fucking hell.

"It's alright, no worries." he assured you, insinuating to touch glasses.

Just as you did you saw a blonde mop of hair that seemed pretty familiar on the other side of the street.

You blinked once and when you looked back it was gone.

Weird.
Now I already start to hallucinate or mistake some stranger for Mello.
I mean...
It's not like he's the only guy in this world with blonde hair, for that matter.

'I really should go more outside' was a thought that crossed your mind as you turned your attention back to the conversation.

After dinner you thanked him again for the invitation, suggesting you could pay for yourself.