Italics- thoughts
Single words in italics- emphasis (duh)
In 'apostrophes' – sound effect
Setting: Mello's Apartment
Time: 8:00 pm
Briiiiiiiiiiiinnngggg!!!
Ugghhhhhh…I hate this damn alarm clock!
The alarm abruptly ended along with three gunshots. (God knows why he has his gun with him in bed…) Mello groggily got out of bed, and went to his mini-fridge for a Red Bull. Once he was somewhat conscious he dragged himself over to his closet and looked disdainfully at the short, low necked, black dress in front of him.
Let me explain;
A couple of hours ago, Mello was with some of his co-workers, and some of the stupider members of his group were having a drinking contest. Mello and one of his buddies placed a bet on who would win (cliché much?) and as you could probably guess, Mello lost. Poor guy now has to go out to a public place of his choosing in a dress, heels, and makeup.
But back to the story.
Mello was glaring daggers at the dress, one could almost feel sorry for it… After a few minutes, seeing that the dress didn't miraculously burst into flames, he shut his eyes, mumbled a few words which shouldn't be heard by young ears, and changed into it. He made sure not to look in the mirror for a good ten minutes for his lunch's sake. Once he felt that he could maybe possibly bear the sight of him in a dress, a rather small one at that, he stepped into the bathroom to add a bit of makeup. Oh, and by the way he chose a club to go to, said something about if he had to look like a girl he could at least show it off.
He applied a bit of mascara and some black eye shadow, and he avoided the lip gloss like his life depended on it. (Why he has makeup is beyond me…) Being the rule breaker Mello is, he didn't put heels on, although it was probably a lot safer and no embarrassing injuries would occur.
He said a few departing curse words and walked out the door, if you didn't know better, he would make a very attractive girl… don't tell him I said that!
Matt's Apartment
Same time.
'Level up!!'
"FUCK YESS! LEVEL UP BITCH!"
"No. No! NO! GODAMMIT!"
'Game Over…'
"FUUUUUCK!!!"
'Knock Knock'
Matt put his goggles on as he yawned and answered the door.
Oh god. Not her again!
"Hiiii Matto-kun! Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"Don't tell me you forgot! I'm taking you to that club tonight."
"Oh, y'know, I have something planned, and as much ad I'd love to come with you, I can't!" Matt lied.
Misa barged in anyways creating a loud groan from the annoyed redhead she pushed out of the way.
Don't ya just love her?!
"Get dressed, im not putting up with you going out in just those X-Box pajama pants!"
Matt groaned yet again and threw on some pants and a loose fitting striped shirt.
Misa dragged him out of the room before realizing he had no shoes on. Not the smartest girl ever, huh?
Mello's POV
Club with no creative or witty name.
9:30pm
I practically strutted into the club, earning catcalls from most men. Mental note: look for a hot guy to take home. Then watch (and probably laugh) in amusement when they figure out im not a chick. That'll be fun! I sat seductively at a barstool and ordered rum and coke, but figured that wasn't very girly and ordered their special, a hot pink martini called a Pink Hawaii (they actually have those!) As I took my first sip, some nerdy looking redhead sat next to me and ordered rum and coke, good taste the boy has! He wasn't too bad on the eyes either, exclude the goggles and he'd be a keeper! He had auburn-ish hair that was messy, but in the good, kinda sexy way, he was wearing a long sleeved black and white striped shirt and some dark blue jeans with awesome boots. Like really awesome! And then there were the goggles, not too bad on him but they were extremely dorky. All in all he was-
"Can I help you?" asked the redhead.
"No… oh, umm, nice boots by the way."
"What these? Meh, had 'em for years…Hey, umm, you wanna like, dance or something?"
"I thought you'd never ask" Mello said, already heading for the dance floor.
Matt's POV
I walked into the club, not really minding the people around me when I saw this totally hot chick, just like sitting there…alone. As in, single. Wow. I tried to look casual and sat down next to her. I ordered a drink and just kinda sat there thinking of something to say to h- Oh my gawd! She is sooooo checking me out. Don't blush! Don't blush! Don't blush! …I blushed…
"Can I help you?" NOT what you say to a chick!
"No… oh, umm, nice boots by the way." She likes my boots!!
"What these? Meh, had 'em for years…" I thought they were, like, really ugly… crap. I should ask her to dance. Breathe in. breathe out.
"Hey, umm, you wanna like, dance or something?" whew!
"I thought you'd never ask" Matt, Score:1