I'm terrible for starting a new multi-chaptered fic even though as we speak, I've got about five others running. But I heard of BB's challenge-which was to write a BxMxM story- and they gave me a new pet plot bunny, no matter how much they deny that. xD

So, I present to you...

Jam-Stained Shirts and Chocolate Addicts

Matt:

It was five o'clock in the morning. I was perched on the wide sill of my window, pressing my cheek against the cool glass, eyes glued to my PSP. Really, the only reason I was up this early-usually on Saturdays I'd oversleep until about one in the afternoon- was because of the new game L had sent to me as an early Christmas present. It was Tekken 5, only one of the best fighting games out there.

I belted out some curse words as I lost a fight, glad that I didn't have some bossy roommate to yell at me not to cuss. Ah, solitude had its perks, considering I was currently second place in Wammy's most anti-social and introverted kids. Near was in first place. That albino always has a toy with him, probably even in a shower(and you can insert a weird face here).

So I was sitting there, frowning at the big 'YOU LOSE' on my PSP. Damn Asuka... She was a fuckin' bitch with a loudmouth.

Something outside the window caught my eye. It was a sleek, black limo, and I wouldn't had been surprised if two American flags popped out near the front. The door to the passenger seat opened, and a brown-haired man came out, carrying some passed-out teenager in his arms. Following the man was another teenager, this one screaming angrily, cussing every few words. "LET HIM GO! AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE'S HURT, I'LL KILL YOU!" he yelled, or something like that. It was hard to tell; the glass muffled it.

My interest piqued, I tossed my PSP onto my bed, grabbed my sleeveless hoodie and slipped it on. I decided against wearing shoes and instead stayed wearing socks, exiting my room and walking down the hallway to the staircase that led to the front door. In the distance I heard the big doors open and the scream continuing: "Hey! Do you hear me? I motherfucking swear, I swear, I'll shove a whole jar of jam down your throat if he gets a scratch? Hear me? HEY!"

I bit back a chuckle as neared the staircase, quickening my pace. Apparently, the people were moving fast, because soon, the screaming died down. I reached the end of the staircase to find that the lobby was empty.

I groaned out loud. Maybe I really should start working out.

Psh. Yeah, right.

I slid down the big hallways, listening for a kid wildly screaming. I passed the Playroom, where the door was cracked. Inside I caught a glimpse of Near with his robot. I passed the Commons, seeing some of the older kids watching TV. I stopped in front of the kitchen, skidding on my sock-covered feet. I made my way to a boy who was looking murderous. I was going out on a limb here, but I had a feeling he'd been the one screaming earlier.

"Hey." I sat down in front of him, eyeing a muffin that sat innocently by the kid's elbows. I noticed he was wearing a plain white long-sleeved shirt, with something stained like what looked to be blood. Then I smelled jam, and with relief, I figured it was not blood.

"They took him," the guy was wailing. "They said they're going to fix him up, but who knows? This could be a fucking mental hospital for all I know, and they're going to admit us in."

I blinked. "I'm not mental."

The guy ignored me. "And guess what they make me do? They make me sit in here 'like a good boy,' give me a damn muffin to eat-" he angrily took a bite out of the muffin and slammed it down, "-and decide I'll obey them?" His eyes flared. "Little sons of bitches, I'll show them. Hey, kid, want to help me?" Oh, so now he notices me.

But still, I nodded. "I really think you should be admitted to a mental hospital, but okay. What do we do?" I got up right beside him.

He gave me a sour look at my comment. "Whatever." He brushed past me. "Common sense tells me they'd be in the infirmary. C'mon, for all we know, Mello could be getting skinned."

"What's wrong with 'Mello?'" I asked.

"Hypothermia."

"So...you think they're going to skin him for that?"

"They're sick, so who knows, really?"

"Right." I decided this person was insane. "We're here." I paused in front of the white door that led to the infirmary.

The teenager quietly put a hand to the doorknob, pushing it open a crack. I felt weird at the sudden silence.

He looked at me finally. "We'll wait until they're gone, and then we'll sneak in. After that, you look for any medical supplies that could help with hypothermia, and you hand them over. I'll do the rest."

Somehow, this all sent a thrill down my spine and I eagerly nodded. It was like being spies or something. As we stopped to hide at a turn in the hallway, I sat down with my back against the wall and asked, "So who're you?"

The teenager looked down at me distrustfully. "BB," he answered.

"I assume you're not going to tell me what that stands for," I said.

"You assumed correct," he answered truthfully.

"I'm Matt." I made room for him as he sat next to me. "What happened?"

BB stared ahead for a long time, and finally replied, "We were fine, really. We lived off in the woods surrounding this place-not that we knew this was here- until last night."

I remembered it rained really hard.

"Mello got sick," BB continued. "We didn't have shelter; after all, we weren't expecting it to rain. By dawn, Mello could barely get up, and he was coughing a lot, and he kept complaining that he was cold. So I carried him for a while until we came to this road. Unfortunately, a limo was just passing by and the driver saw two kids and thought we were homeless. So this old man-"

Probably Mr. Wammy, I thought.

"-takes us in, and he has the nerve to bring us here and take Mello from me." BB shut his mouth, as if afraid to tell me anymore.

"Who's Mello?" I prodded.

"My best friend. We're practically brothers; about a year ago, we were neighbors with abusive parents. We ran away together and had been fine since." He paused. "Why am I telling you this?"

I began to say a sarcastic remark until the sound of the door opening interrupted me, and BB stood up sharply. "Let's go," he whispered, seemingly forgetting the conversation that just happened. I followed him to the infirmary, nonetheless, and after making sure no one else was in there, we sneaked in. BB made his way to a bed in the far right corner of the white room, where another boy with striking blond hair was laying.

"Mels, you okay?" BB was murmuring. "Did they hurt you?"

Suddenly, the teenager's eyes blinked open and his mouth twisted into a wry smile. "Stop being so protective, B. It makes me feel inferior to you."

"I take it you're okay?"

"I'm cold." A sniff.

"Here, I'll get you another blanket."

For a moment, as I stood there dumbly in the doorway, I wondered what I'd just gotten myself into. And then, something inside of me said that whatever it was, it'd probably make things more interesting for me.

So when 'Mello' turned his head and gave me a confused look, I bit back a grin and helped BB fix him up.

The ages, by the way, are as follows:

Matt: 14

Mello: 14, about to turn 15

BB: 16

Opinions?

.A