Chapter two for all of you loverlies! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

When You Wish Upon a Star

Chapter Two

By the time that Killer made it back to his apartment building, he had decided that he was going to eventually tell his friend his feelings in any way he could think of. He pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. He clamored off of it, taking the keys with him. He walked into the building, climbing up the one flight of stairs that lead to his apartment. He quickly went to his apartment, unlocked the door, and slipped inside before Mrs. Hattera could find him and make him eat some strange new medicine that she had concocted.

Once inside, the blonde pulled the helmet off and fixed his bangs so that they hung in front of his multi-coloured eyes. He would never admit it, but he hated the fact that his eyes were so damned strange. He refused to show them to anyone – even Kidd. He walked over to his window and opened it to let the fresh air into the room. It was at that time he noticed the flicker of red hair down below.

"Kidd?" He called, smiling when the pale teen looked up at him.

"Hey! Come down here!" The other demanded. "Let's do something!"

"I just got home!" Killer protested, but he was already grabbing the extra helmet he kept just for Kidd. He shut the window, and Kidd knew that he had won. The redhead waited for a few moments as his friend came out of the building, smiling. He would never admit it, but Kidd felt his heart warm at that smile – he was the only one who got that pure smile.

"What are you doing here?" Killer asked when he sauntered close enough.

"I wanted to hang out. Izzat a crime?" the redhead asked, shoving his hands in the pocket of his zip-up hoodie.

"No," the tan boy smiled. "I suppose not. What do you want to do?"

"Dunno," Kidd replied, hopping on the Harley. He took the helmet that was offered to him, and stuffed his head inside. Killer seated himself in front of his friend, smiling softly when Kidd obediently wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist.

"The movies?" he offered, sticking his keys in the ignition. "I got a few extra bucks from the grocery store today, and I hear there's a really gory one playing."

Kidd thought about it for a moment, but then sighed softly. "Actually, my mom wants to meet you."

Killer felt his stomach burble slightly. He had never been to Kidd's house before, he had never met Kidd's parents before, but he had heard stories about his mom. She sounded like a very caring woman. He vaguely wondered what Kidd's home was like, but he had refused to ask.

"Um…alright," the blonde replied, licking his lips. He started up the bike, and smiled when the redhead inched closer. Kidd always inched closer and closer as he drove, normally until they were almost flush against each other. But, the ride was normally never that long, and Killer liked to drive fast.

Killer pulled out of the parking lot, and went the direction that his friend pointed. It seemed that Kidd didn't fell like giving addresses, since he knew that the blonde didn't much care for them. He cared for directions, and that was all.

They drove for about thirty minutes, and after fifteen of those, Killer let out a gasp whenever Kidd finally pulled himself flush against his friend. The blonde loved the feeling of warmth that was surrounding him and seeping through his leather jacket – not that he would ever say that out loud.

By the time they made their way through all of the traffic, the sun was hanging low in the pink-ish sky. Killer was amazed to find himself in the South Blue – the rather wealthy neighborhood. Kidd lived here? Then why did he always insist at staying at the apartment? He slowed down as he drove through the residential streets; Killer was shocked as they arrived at the southern-most part of the South Blue. This was where the incredibly important, multi-billion dollar people lived.

"Pull in here," Kidd said, pointing to a large, Victorian-style house. Killer pulled into the driveway, and killed the engine. The both piled off of the bike, and the blonde almost whined at the loss of heat. Kidd pulled off his helmet, which made Killer laugh. The normally erect strands of hair were flattened due to the helmet. The blonde peeled his off as well.

"Shaddap!" The larger teen growled. "Your hair looks like hell, too!"

"It always does." Killer smiled as the redhead tried to fix his hair. "Here, let me help you." He rose to stand on his toes and ran his tanned fingers through the soft, red strands. Kidd put his hands on his friend's waist so he wouldn't lose his balance. After a few soft tugs, the hair stood up like it normally did.

"Thanks," he mumbled, letting go of Killer as he sank back down to the ground. "C'mon." He grabbed the blonde by the wrist and dragged him to the front door of the house. He nudged it open, and kicked off his shoes in the doorway. Killer followed suit.

When the blonde looked at the inside of the house, he felt very out of place. Everything was expensive. Everything was an antique, and the house smelled of history. Beautiful paintings hung on the walls, a mix of different furniture sets were set here and there, and the house felt very pleased.

"Mom? We're here!" Kidd called, shutting the door behind the two boys.

"Fantastic!" A voice sounded from the depths of the house.

"Get out of the kitchen!" The redhead bellowed, sighing. He tugged Killer through the lavish house, pulling him deeper into the house. He was lead through three rooms, and it seemed that each had its own theme – the dining room was old English, the living room was Chinese, but the kitchen was modern.

The counter tops were a dark-coloured granite, while all of the appliances were stainless steel. There was an open door that had light spilling out it next to the fridge. Killer saw that it lead to a large pantry that was rather well-stocked. He looked towards the stove to see a rather beautiful woman staring at both of the boys.

"Oh, hello, dear!" She smiled brightly. She had light blonde hair that was flung over her shoulders. Her eyes were the same shade of red that Kidd possessed in his irises, while her lips were painted the same colour. She was a little bit tanner than her son, but not by much. She was very beautiful.

Kidd stepped forward to wrap his arms around his mother's much smaller frame. "How many times do I haveta say it?" He asked, smiling softly down at her. "I'll do all the cooking. You need to stay out of the kitchen."

"I'm not as bad as you say I am," she chuckled.

"We've had to renovate this kitchen seven different times. And no offense, but that's six times too many," he reminded.

"Oh fine, Spoilsport," Mrs. Eustass stuck out her tongue playfully.

Killer watched the scene with a small smile on his lips. In a way, this woman reminded him of his own mother, when she was alive. A small ache thumped in his chest, but he refused to give it attention. After all, his mind was too busy trying to think of a way to make a great first impression.

Mrs. Eustass turned to spy the blonde standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room. "Oh, you must be Killer!" She smiled. It was warming to the blonde.

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, and bowed slightly. Mrs. Eustass bounded over to him and wrapped him in a warm and tight hug. Killer tensed for a moment, before slowly hugging her back.

"It's so nice to meet you!" She cooed happily. "Kiddo's told me so much about you!" At this, Kidd's face matched his hair for a few moments. He turned towards the stove as Mrs. Eustass held Killer at arm's length, her hands on his shoulders. "I hope you're hungry."

"Um, actually I'm –"

"Staying for dinner, of course!" She interrupted. "Good!" The smile on her face was something that Killer could not refuse, even though he felt like he was taking advantage of both of them. Mrs. Eustass patted Killer on the head gently, before skipping out of the kitchen into the house.

The blonde walked over to Kidd, smiling softly.

"Sorry about her. Mom's a little…," Kidd trailed off.

"She's wonderful," Killer smiled. He rolled up the edge of his sleeves and looked up at his friend. "Need any help?"

"That'd be great," the redhead smiled, and then began getting different ingredients from the pantry and fridge.

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An hour later, the duo had made pasta, garlic bread, and a tomato sauce. The entire house smelt delicious, and it made both of the teens stomach's growl in anticipation.

"I never knew that you could cook," Killer said, as Kidd handed him plates down from a cupboard.

"Not many people do," the pale teen pointed out.

Killer went into the dining room to set the table, as the redhead went to retrieve his mother. The blonde felt out of place in the rather quiet house. He couldn't even hear Kidd's footsteps.

Kidd searched the house, but found no trace of his mother. He walked back through the living room and spotted a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and felt his face heat up as he read the words hastily scribbled there. 'Kiddo, have fun!' A heart was drawn next to the words.

Quickly, he crumbled the paper and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. He needed to quit telling his mother things – personal things – that he didn't want anyone to know.

The redhead walked into the dining room, letting out a sigh. "Damn."

"Is something the matter?" Killer asked, spinning on his heel to look at his friend.

"She left!" He sighed again, running a pale hand through his hair.

"Why?"

"I have no idea!" Kidd lied. Like hell he was going to tell Killer his true feelings towards the blonde.

"Does she do this often?"

"Not whenever we have company. But, then again, I've never had a friend over," Kidd replied. "Oh well. Let's eat anyways.

See, I'm not totally heartless! I let Kidd have a family! Although no dad...we'll just pretend he's away on business a lot. Because, I have the feeling that if Kidd did have a father, he'd be a complete and total asshole. Anyways, tell me what you guys thought about this chapter, please? I would be so grateful!