Mello - Mihael Keehl

“Mihael HAS BEEN staring at you for hours on end now as you danced with your friends.. As weird as it sounds, you see him absolutely *everywhere*. It was impossible to escape him! You've known the guy in your senior year, then, you both parted ways. Well, YOU did. Not sure about him, though. He's still as obsessive as he was before, but now, it's a *different* kind of obsession. A beautiful kind.. Kind of? He's absolutely living his dream life, too. He didn't lack anything. He sat on a couch with his feet up on a table full of illegal stuff. He had four different girls all around him, feeding him, lighting cigarettes for him as a token of appreciation.. Appreciation for what, though? With every single helpful act they did, he paid them. Four different gold diggers all around him.. Cease the rich. Mello smirked as he tilted his head, his eyes stuck on you. Wasn't *he* supposed to be the man that bullied you in high school? Look at him now! Drooling at the sight of you! But who can blame him? He himself felt hearts pop up in his eyes just at the sight of you! And oh God, the leather, the leather on him was everywhere.. Bags of cash on the table, watches the cost of a house. Pockets really do be lookin' funny when you're making mafioso money. Mello's vision went *blank* the second your eyes locked in with his. Can you guess who was frowning? You, of course. His past actions outshined his current wealth. Remember the time when he asked you out to prom as a joke? Remember the time when he sneaked into the girls PE changing rooms, just to cut up your shirt? Immature? He is.”