Chapter 2! Finished! Completed in a day. I'm proud of myself. This will most likely never happen again, so I'm basking in this glory. :D

Hope you enjoy it!

xxChocolatexBabyxx

Chapter 2

His first steps into the US, and Mello already felt free. Compared to the suffocating feeling from the presence of his parents, the air of America felt relaxing.

His cousin, Misa, and his aunt and uncle had made the plans to move to North America and the blonde jumped at the chance of leaving Germany with them, accepting the only conditions the Amane's set in stone: He must finish high school and help his uncle with his new job. As they were walking the streets of Los Angeles, he felt the stares of both males and females. His leather clad body was definitely eye-catching.

The adults were looking for a nice school in the area for their children, when Mello caught the sight of an amazing car in the parking lot of Whammy High. A cherry red 1970 Chevrolet Camero Z28. Wow. Nice car. The driver and I would definitely be good friends, if he was as cool as his car was. Mr. Amane caught the blonde's many glances towards the vehicle. He smiled, knowing instantly that the blonde had made his decision on which school he wanted.

His first day of school had been a success. He found an interesting person. Entering his first class and he looking around the room, his blue eyes focused on one person in particular. Emerald green eyes meeting his. Mello's interest was piqued when he realized that his new classmate had found an interest in him. And he was certain that the guy with vibrant red hair was interested in him, because he could feel the redhead's many glances. The blonde's plan to keep his interest was simple. Ignore him for a while and wait.

Mello was glad with himself when he saw the redhead in the crowd when he revved the engine of his Harley. The guy was definitely a looker. The blonde couldn't wait until the guy with the captivating green eyes would be his.

The ride home was comforting. The streets in L.A. were more crowded than Germany, but he never felt more relaxed than ever. He wanted to take off his helmet and feel the wind in his hair, but Mello always had safety in mind first, so he ignored his urges and continued home.

The two blonde teenagers walked into the household of the Amane's. Mello was welcomed with the smile of his uncle. He smiled back and grabbed a chocolate bar from the refrigerator. He snapped off a piece, making the sound of a gunshot reverberate through the kitchen.

"Ready for work, Mello?" As a response, he nodded and shouted, running up the stairs, "Let me just change and put my stuff away." Mello threw his bag onto the couch that was set in the corner of the room. Tearing off his shirt and pants, the blonde started to look through his closet. Misa's father became the owner of a bar, outside the city, called Bottoms Up, and he had gotten Mello in as a bartender. He kept the other workers so that the regular customers would feel at ease, almost as if nothing changed. Finishing his chocolate bar and deciding on his favorite pair of leather pants and a vest that zipped up in the front, he decided he was ready.

Mello and his uncle arrived a few minutes after the bar opened. Mr. Amane explained the situation to the bartender. He accepted the blonde as his helper and they got straight to work. It didn't take long before the place filled up, the blonde observed. This must be a popular place, even on the nights of week days.

The young bartender had been hit on various times, but after he declined politely, they all left him alone with a smile. He turned around to make sure that everything was in place just as his mentor instructed. The song, Tippin' On My Dick by Go Go Power Rangers was playing and Mello was swaying to the beat. It was at this moment when he heard a long, low whistle behind him.

The blonde turned around and raised an eyebrow. He realized the teenager the moment he laid his ice blue eyes on him. The tuft of red hair was an immediate give away. He smirked.

"What? See something you like?" The question was meant to be a joke and the redhead suddenly caught on. He smirked back at the blonde.

"Who wouldn't like the sight I have?" the redhead was just following the joke, but Mello couldn't help but blush a little. He turned back around to the alcohol behind him and smiled shyly to himself. Regaining his composure, he faced his costumer and asked for his order.

"Rum and Coke, please," the teenager answered. The blonde raised an eyebrow and smirked, but made the drink. Handing over the glass with the liquid, he got called by another guy near the end of the bar's counter. Mello excused himself and walked over.

The guy was obviously flirting with Mello. "Hey cutie." "When do you get off work?" "Want to hook up after your shift?" and a few other pick-up lines. The blonde was getting annoyed with the guy, who obviously wasn't getting the fact that Mello didn't want to go with him.

Before the teenager could register what was happening, he felt a hand slide around his mid-section and rest leisurely against his hip. He looked up at a face, hidden behind a pair of orange tinted goggles. The face appeared to be getting closer and closer to his own. But it didn't just appear to be getting closer; it was. Soft lips collided with his own and lingered.

As the redhead separated from the blonde, Mello looked at the teenager who had just pressed his mouth to his own and saw him smile softly at the blonde.

"Sorry for being late, sweetheart. Got held up with something." He said, loud enough for the guy across from them to hear them. He leaned his head towards Mello's ear. His lips brushed the other's ear. The leather clad teenager almost shivered at the touch, but held his composure well enough for the redhead not to notice.

"Just go along with it." The instructions sent a wave of realization over him: The other teenager was trying to help him out of the situation. He gave him a slight nod and the redhead straightened up. He made eye contact with the guy across from them and smiled slightly.

"Is there something you need from him?" The question was almost demanding, his eyes were staring hard at the other and the guy almost shivered. He mumbled an almost inaudible No before shuffling away to a corner. Mello turned and smiled at the boy behind him, which he noticed hadn't moved his hand from the spot on his hip.

"Oh! How'd you get behind the counter? The way to get back here is through the back door." Mello questioned the redhead. The boy smiled down at him and explained to him that once he saw the blonde being harassed, he jumped over the counter, and improvised. The older bartender started to glare daggers in the direction of the two teenagers and the gamer decided it was time to hop back over to the other side of the bar.

When he removed his hand, Mello felt the spot grow cold. Confused as to why, he shook off the feeling and turned back to him. The two boys spent the night talking like old friends who had known each other for years. Mello got to know that the boy's name was Matt and he was a big gamer. And in return, Mello let Matt know that he was, indeed, a chocoholic and likes to wear leather. Mostly because the blonde had the ability to pull it off, unlike most people who wore the material.

Hours passed and soon 2 AM was upon them, the end of Mello's shift. Matt had told him that he'd wait for the blonde to pack his stuff and he'd meet him outside, in the front. Mello smiled as he packed his bag. When he walked out, he noticed the teenager, sitting on the hood of a cherry red 1970 Chevrolet Camero Z28, Mello couldn't believe his eyes. They say seeing is believing, but I'm having a hard time believing. The guy who owned the amazing car was the guy who kissed Mello, the guy who whistled at Mello, and the guy the blonde was staring at right now.

Matt beamed at him and motioned him over.

"Hey Mels!" Only just got to know each other and he already gave me a nickname. "Need a ride?"

"One sec. I'll call my uncle and see." Mello replied, pulling out his phone. He heard the other end ring once, twice, three times before he got his answering machine.

"The number you called cannot answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep." BEEP!

"Hey uncle. I've got a ride home, so you don't need to drive to the bar if you don't need to." Mello had finished his call and turned back to his new friend. Matt beckoned him over and opened the passenger door of his car. Mello jumped in with the redhead closing the door behind him. As Matt got in on the driver's side, he started the car, placed his right arm over the seats behind them, and drove out of the car with his left hand on the wheel.

It feels nice. Mello hadn't felt the wind on his face in a long time, so laid his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. It took a moment to register the feeling on his head. Matt was stroking his hair, and he liked it. Yeah. It feels really nice. He felt the car stop, and he glanced around. They were parked in the dark parking lot of a park.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, as I was driving, I realized that I have no idea where your house is. So, I stopped at the nearest parking lot so that I may ask where it is I am going." Mello realized that the guy sitting next to him was correct.

"I live on the street Blueberry Drive, behind our school," the chocoholic instructed the gamer. Matt nodded, indicating he knew the street. He chuckled to himself.

"What?" the blonde asked, innocently.

"Nothing. It just that… hehe… I live on the street behind yours. River Road." The redhead replied with a smile. Mello smiled and laughed out loud. No way. This is too much of a coincidence!

The blonde indicated which house was his and Matt parked up front. Mello turned to get out, but was stopped when he realized Matt hadn't unlocked the door. He turned in confusion, but was soon face-to-face with the redhead. He was kissing the teenager again, but this time, it wasn't just lips touching lips. Mello could feel the tongue of the other teenager, trying to push its way into the blonde's mouth. In his confused state of mind, Mello opened his mouth in return. Matt's hands soon found their way to the blonde's hair and started to run his fingers through the golden locks. Mello wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck and started to pull himself into the kiss.

As he broke the kiss, confusion clouded his judgment. Usually the blonde would have punch the guy in the face if they ever pulled the stunt that was just presented by the teenager in front of him… But, he just couldn't punch Matt. Something in his mind told him that he shouldn't. And not only that. He had kissed him back! He hadn't kissed anybody back!

"I just wanted you to know that I'm not approaching you as a friend. I have many ulterior motives in mind," Matt explained, smirking. The blonde tried to register the words that had left the redhead's lips and entered his ears.

"Now, go on. We still have school tomorrow." He unlocked the door, letting Mello out. The blonde walked up the driveway, still confused at the recent events.

As he closed the door behind him, he heard the revving of an engine outside and he leaned against the door. This was definitely not like him at all. Feeling all fluttery with a single kiss? And letting him kiss me in the first place? I should have punched him in the face… So, why didn't I? Why am I confused in the first place? What's going on? More importantly, what's going to happen tomorrow?

Mello brought his hands to his mouth and sighed. It tasted like a cigarette… But it wasn't all that bad…

Alright!

I don't think this chapter is as good as the first chapter, but I still like it! Chapter 3 will be up shortly. It won't be up as fast as this one, but I do hope that I'll get it finished soon. I'm also starting on another story. It may be a single chapter story, but I'll also finish this story, so you won't have to wait like I have to, regarding a story I'm reading right now. So, look forward to it!

xxChocolatexBabyxx