I have so many stories running right now (Loljk.. like.. two?) and this will be the.. third… maybe. D: So, after I write this, I'm writing for That Little Blonde Prostitute, and I really need to work on a few other things, plus that stupid book project. So lmao, enjoy this months updates, bitches. I DON'T THINK TINA APPROVES THE PAIRINGS.
"Holy fucking Jesus its cold," Mello muttered, rubbing his hands together, "how can you being drinking that?" The boy he was questioning, a feminine redhead drinking some obscure tester drink, simply smiled, silly Bitch being immune to the cold.
"Want me to heat you up?" He teased Mello. You see, the redhead -Matt- was openly gay, especially around Mello. The boy had proclaimed bisexuality when the two shared a room together in Wammy's, and Mello had forced him to sleep in the bathtub, silly homophobic Mello. Although really, how he didn't see it coming was crazy.
However, none of that is important right now, what's important is why those two boys were sat in a freezing car in December, and what exactly they were doing.
Matt pulled something small from the hiptesque bag he carried with him, a booklet for the hotel they were staking out and his fangirl favourite red PsP. Mello hissed when he heard the goddamn annoying final fantasy music burst out, Matt and his shitty JRPGs.
Mello grabbed the console with one hand and opened the window with the other, then using, a hand to hold back a fuming batshit Mattymo Jeevas; he flung it out of the window.
"Do your job and get in there and follow blondie," Mello hissed, "else you can sleep in your own bed again. Oh and just play Persona instead; I'm sick of Final Fantasy."
"Prick" Matt muttered, trudging off to go find the person Mello wanted him to stalk and silently shocked over how Mello actually knew what Persona was. Good doggie.
Matt was never good with girls, they had periods and screamed a lot, so when 'Manly' Mello joined his team of fabulous friendship, he was happy... Only to discover that Mello also had a period and screamed like a girl. He also took all the hot water.
Whilst Matt was internally ranting, he failed to notice the person that slammed into him, causing him to lose his footing and fall, bringing the person down with him.
She smelt like lavender.
The classroom was roaring with life, little children running about and screaming joyously. The teacher wandered around, watching to see what the students were doing. It was card day in reception; they all got to pick the activities they did. Two young boys sat in the corner, giggling and surrounded by paint. The pair were inseparable.
"They're good friends," a friendly voice said from behind the teacher, her assistant. The teacher agreed, approaching the boys and sitting down, her already stained jeans wouldn't mind a little more paint.
"What're you doing you two?" she asked, smiling at them.
The two boys looked up from their giggling with each other and grinned at her, "painting," they replied, scarily in sync, but falling out of it in their second sentence, "we're painting, missus."
One of the boys spoke with a distinguishably Southern English accent, the other, however, did not.
"Ah pretty," she said, upon seeing the strange mural covering the floors of her classroom; stupid, adorable kids.
"Hey Miss," the English one asked, he had brown hair and a softer grin than his devil of a partner, "what did you want to be when you were older when you were little?" he asked.
She was momentarily confused, "Oh, a teacher of course, I can't get enough of you brats, how about you, Matt?"
Even from such a young age, they were given names.
"Oh, I wanna be a fireman," he smiled in that innocent way that only children can, "and marry Mello."
The assistant gasped, staring at the pair, hands clasped together and so confident in their unholy matrimony plans.
"Well that's wrong," the assistant blurted out, only to have the teacher glare at her.
"Y-yes, Matt. Boys are meant to marry girls."
The boy's faces fell.
"But I love Mello," he whispered, confused.
Mello didn't seem to give a damn, he was enjoying painting the cabinets purple, but upon hearing Matt's childish confession he piped up.
"I love Matty too," he exclaimed, "we're going to be together forever."
"That's wrong," the teacher whispered, "boys marry girls, boys love girls, understand?"
"Yes," the two boys replied, letting go of each others hand and sharing a glance.
"Good," the teacher smiled, kissing the tops of their heads, "now it's lunch time, boys!"
The boys yelled happily, their previous 'love' already forgotten.
Gah this is gonna be fun to write 3 drop a review, kids.
My Beta's Note, not endorsed by me: B/N Haven't proofed this yet bro's but it's Del so the story is clearly epic. Read and leave her a review! You'll get cookies. :3
Actually, I do endorse that.