SHAWNEE IS THE MATT TO MY MELLO. Haha.
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Once upon a slow Wednesday night, a specific crimson-haired teen sat at a desktop in a dirty apartment. Around the computer were numerous chocolate wrappers (because Mello never threw anything away) and half-full cans of red bull (because Matt never finished anything… and Red Bull was absolutely disgusting when warm). An cigarette in his mouth, Matt's fingers flew across the boxy keyboard on a search for cheats in his latest XBOX game (why would Matt need cheats, being so pro at videogames? I don't know, stop asking questions and enjoy the story).
The game itself, titled Lockfelt Master 2, was a one-player adventure with an insane amount of zombies to fight in awkward locations, like airport restrooms and trailer parks. During his search, Matt managed to stumble upon the MySpace page of a cute blonde girl who called herself "Chocolate Master 6". Curiously, Matt made a click. (I love that expression!)
The girl's default picture was in high-contrast, making the details of her face unknown – but she was wearing something tight and black, her skin alabaster and her eyes large and outlined, a piercing shade of cerulean. Her hair was somewhat choppy and stopped just above her shoulders, flaxen and carelessly messy. She was standing in front of a mirror, looking alarmingly thin, and flipping her audience the bird.
"You know, she's kind of cute." Matt commented to himself, given that Mello was in the other room. He paused when he saw that the girl in the picture was stated male, and seventeen years old.
He scrolled down, past the dull blog entries (MySpace fagboys never had anything interesting to talk about, Matt reasoned) to a block of pictures displaying stereotypical "MySpace whores" with names like rawr babyy and brit xoxo written in bold, bright text underneath. MySpace informed Matt that he was being shown the top 10 of 284,927 friends.
Following was a ridiculously long list of comments. Matt chose to read them aloud.
"Hey darling, nice layout. Happy Wednesday!" He spoke with fake enthusiasm. "Love-e-e your hair, comment back. Ex-oh, Krystal." He rolled his eyes. "Wow, you're really hot. Message me, cutie. Smiley face." Pause. "Nice hair, handsome boy."
He continued to read said obnoxious displays of shallow affection, until he came across one that really did peak his interest.
Hey Mells, Friday was fun – you really devoured that chocolate cake! LOL. Ttyl! Xo, Stefanie.
Mells? The hell? Mello had been gone Friday night, but that couldn't mean…
He scrolled up to get a better look at the picture. And, God damnit, it was taken in their bathroom!
"Hey, Mello!" He called.
Said adolescent came stumbling from the bedroom, a mug of hot chocolate in hand. "The fuck, Matt? I was reading."
"Hey, hey, Mello." Matt began casually, ignoring his friend's complaints. "Do you know this girl?" Implying that the user was female was sure to enrage the blonde – if Chocolate Master 6 really was him, of course.
"…no."
"Aw, come on, dude, don't pretend you don't know."
"I, uh… really don't, Matt." He turned to leave.
"Hey, Mells. Friday was fun." Matt read, and Mello paused. "You really devoured that chocolate cake!"
"…fuck you, Matt."
"You know… maybe I'll make a MySpace."
"No. No you won't."
"Hm… yeah I will. And I'll make the display picture a hot girl, and I'll add you. But you won't know it's me."
"Don't you fucking dare, Matt!"
That night, Mello got another ten friend requests. But he knew it wasn't Matt, because each girl was named Zui.
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Hey, if anyone wants to make a MySpace page like this, I'll totally support it. But I hate that website and don't use it, so I don't really know! Ooh, or a comic, if Shawnee and I never get around to it…
Anyway. Please review!