"Oh yeah? Fuck you too, whore!" Mello roared while slamming the fragile glass door of the CD shop behind him as he continued on his path of destruction. That bitch had the nerve to fire him. He hadn't done a damned thing wrong. The seventeen year old leapt onto his black motorcycle, revved it to life, and sped out of the parking lot, leaving a nice scorch mark behind. That fucking Linder bitch had always gotten under his skin anyway. She was a weak, foolish boss. Mello attracted customers. He lured them in with his good looks. He could get any female (and or male) to buy anything as long he persuaded them with his sapphire blue eyes and angelic blonde hair.
Psh.
Fuck Linder. Damn loose bitch.
Mello ran a red light in his haste and anger, ignoring the car that screeched by him. That dumbass driver should have been more attentive. Although Mello wasn't in any mood to go home and deal with his parents, he couldn't think of anywhere else to go. "That's right. I could always go to L's house." Mello quickly performed an illegal U-turn and made a beeline for his friend's home.
L always welcomed Mello into his house, whether it was day or night. Perhaps the latter of the two didn't bother the raven haired male because he never seemed to sleep. Mello glanced at the setting sun and figured it was about seven. That's what time he usually got off work. Or the time he use to get off at. Irritated, he increased his speed and continued towards his destination.
He soon reached L's house and parked beside the detective's Porsche. Mello would never understand how the 22 year old came into such money, nor why he ever used it. The Porsche was the only expensive thing (besides the assortment of computers and laptops) that L even had. His home was the two stories, two bedroom, two bathroom, kind of house. Mello stomped up the stairs and didn't bother with knocking. He barged in only to discover the older male on the floor, sitting with a large bowl (it resembled a mixing bowl) filled with various flavors of ice cream, and piece of strawberry cake, while watching P.S I Love You. He glanced up at Mello with wide eyes, examining the angry blonde.
Mello turned to look at the flat screen television with disgust. Romance movies were for gay men who really should be women, and for prissy females. L was neither of those. "Do I want to know?" The blonde asked with a raised brow. L slowly shook his head before reaching for the remote, eyes still on Mello.
"I appreciate you warning me about your visit." L muttered, taking a large bite of the ice cream.
"You've incredibly welcome, L." Mello sarcastically retorted before plopping down on the worn out couch. "I got fired."
"Once again?"
"This time it wasn't my fault." He snapped. "I'll tell you what happened…"
Mello leaned lazily against the counter, chewing on his chocolate bar. Today had been a slow one of the C.D shop. He was examining his newly painted nails as a woman entered. She immediately walked towards the 80's soft rock rack and began skimming. Mello sighed as he noticed he had already chipped his middle finger. Perhaps he shouldn't use it so often…
"Excuse me. Ma'am? Miss?" The woman waved at Mello, two CD's in hand. Had she just mistaken him for a woman? Mello bit his tongue to keep his cool. He simply ignored the fool. "Miss? Hey, cashier lady! I need your advice." She began to advance towards Mello.
"I'm not a god damned woman." He snarled. The woman looked taken aback.
"Then you must understand- your haircut is the same as my young daughter." She began. Mello clenched his fists, slamming them onto the counter.
"If I were you lady, I would shut the fuck up right about now." Mello leaned forward, his face only inches from the woman.
"Excuse me? It isn't my fault you had bad plastic surgery, sir." She snarled. Mello jerked the two CD's away from her, throwing them across the store before shouting every profanity he knew.
"So the bitch slapped me and I threw her purse right about the time my boss came in." Mello pointed a finger at L. "See? I told you it wasn't my fault." L sighed and shook his head.
"You will be a homeless, starving man in the future if you keep this up, Mello. You need to look for another job so you can continue saving for college." Mello rolled his eyes and withdrew a chocolate bar from his leather jacket. He snapped a piece off and munched.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Mello waved a hand at L's remote, motioning for him to turn the television back on. "I know that you're dying to watch the end of your romance movie. Let's watch it."
"Are you staying for the remainder of the evening? I am considering watching Eat, Love, and Pray next. I'm quite sure you will enjoy it. The summary doesn't give it justice!"
"I might." Mello mumbled, glancing down at his cell phone. It was only eight. "Do I have clothes over here?"
"Yes you do." L licked his ice cream covered spoon as he watched the TV. "Go into my bedroom and check in the closet. I believe a tight black t shirt and a ripped pair of black skinny jeans should be in the back of it."
"I've never owned a pair of ripped black skinny jeans." Mello eyed him suspiciously. The detective chuckled, not averting his gaze away from the despairing actress on the screen.
"You do now."
Eeeep. This chapter isn't really like the actual story its self. It was really just a starter chapter. Matt comes in the next chapter! This was actually inspired from me going into a Save-A-Lot to inquire about a job application. (I'm 16 and broke, yeah the story of every teens life) I hopes you enjoyed it!