Joys: Yay! chapter two! And the boys will finally meet!
BC: Sorry that this chapter is a little bit short, the next one will be longer and may even have a flashback in it *ooh shiny*
Joys: lol everyone loves a shiny chapter....
Anyway, we hope that you enjoy this one, and send us some reviews so we know it!
Btw, it is hard to update and talk like this over the phone, just incase anyone was interested lols.
BC: *chuckles from other end of the line*
Matt's POV-
Five shots later, Matt's fingers were getting pleasantly warm. He leaned on his elbows and ran his hands through his hair. He knew that he could drink till the faux warmth reached his elbows and still drive home alright, but the regular occurrence was that he drank until he couldn't afford anymore. Stunt drivers, contrary to popular belief, earn less than people think. They did, however, get badass cars.
Matt had walked to the bar tonight. Better to save money on petrol and spend more on vodka.
Sometimes, he wondered what he was doing here, being a stunt driver of all things. Mail Jeevas, IQ 178, could have been anything he wanted, but he chose to smash cars.
He grinned ruefully, and lit up again, the glow strangely intensified behind his orange tinted goggles.
Ah well. He still could have done worse. He could be dead, and that was all his other possible career path seemed to offer him. Death, and nervous habits.
Matt stared at the oblique fluid in his shot glass as though it held all the answers. It politely refused to tell him, so he drank it instead.
As he threw his head back, someone brushed against him to make their way to the bar. Matt swallowed, and turned his head towards the culprit who had seated themselves a few stools down.
A man. Thin, and wearing black. Blonde hair, lustrous even in the darkness. Sort of angled in his posture, yet graceful as he leaned his chin on his palm. As Matt watched, the man sighed, and pulled out from his coat pocket a half bitten block of chocolate.
No way…
It couldn't be…
But if it was…
Matt considered leaving, but in truth, he was hopelessly lost; LA had hundreds of complicated back alleyways and streets and Matt only knew twenty or so of them. He had walked without purpose tonight, longing for a little spontaneity, a little surprise.
Well.
"You sure know how to surprise people, Mello." He murmured, gesturing for another shot. He was going to need it.
Mello's POV -
The bar stool wasn't a much nicer spot than the booth, but at least there were no hookers trying to make a sale, so Mello made do.
This is going to be a long night, Mello thought to himself as rested his chin upon his hand.
He sat like this, watching the bar attender untill he turned around, so Mello could order his first drink. The barman, who was currently with another customer, called out that he would be with Mello in a second, so he took out a piece of half eaten chocolate. He bit into it with a snap, letting the flavour loose in his mouth, swallowed, then tapped his fingers impatiently.
"You sure know how to surprise people, Mello."
Came a voice beside him. The voice was slurred, slightly husky with the gravelling sound of someone who had been smoking alot recently. Through all that, plus a few years of age and emotion tainting it just a little, Mello could still recognise that voice anywhere, and stiffened his back instantly, all hopes of a peaceful evening gone. He did not want to see that man tonight.
Maybe if I just pretend that i did not just hear the voice of Mail Jeevas, and get up and walk away, things will be alright. I can go, find a nice dingy motel room, and hide in there until morning.
Mello sighed, then, with an effort to act as normal as possible, stood up and turned to leave. To see Matt again would be a real problem for Mello, especially at a time when he needed to keep as much control on his emotions as possible. He took a few steps, heading quickley to the door with eyes determindly fixed on the floor.
Mello didn't get very far before a hand clenched his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks with a restraining, though not too powerful, force.
"What? Don't want a drink with your old friend Mello? Or are you just trying to run away again?"
Mello turned.
"Hello Matt, I didn't see you there. How have you been?"
"Yea bullshit you didn't know I was here, I saw you stiffen up when I spoke. But thats ok, old habits die hard huh?"
"So it seems" replied Mello, eyeing the cigarette poised in Matts fingers.
Joys: So, was it good was it good was it good?????
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BC: Please review otherwise she will continue to talk to me like that... *shakes in fear*
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