Matt honestly didn't know why he decided to follow the boy around. Maybe it was because he was so interesting. Maybe it was because of the scar. Maybe it was because he didn't know the boy's name. As Matt joined him on the city bus, he realized something. Sooner or later, the boy would register that he didn't actually have superpowers. He would be so disappointed. And of course, Matt would feel guilty, because he was the one who made him think it in the first place. Darn it, why did Matt have to be so nice?
The boy sat down on a seat and took out his phone. He quickly dialed someone. "Hey L! Guess what? I have superpowers! No, I'm not intoxicated. No, I'm not on drugs. Listen, I'll just show you when I get home."
He hung up and stared out the window. His face became oddly serene, and the passing buildings reflected in his eyes. Soon, they reached a neighborhood, and the boy got off. Matt followed him to a small, grey house. It had a messy front yard and large windows blocked by curtains. The boy dug out keys from a pocket and went inside.
Ghosts are able to roam wherever they want, as long as they're at least 50 miles away from their place of death. If they get too close to their place of death, their soul weakens. Matt had long ago left America to go to Europe, so that there was no chance of his soul disappearing. Currently, he was in England. He knew some languages, but preferred English as that was his native tongue when he was alive.
The home was dark and not exactly messy, but not tidy either. The living room was filled with computers and monitors and televisions. No wonder the boy had been at Best Buy earlier. Maybe he was some sort of hacker. The boy took off his sunglasses and placed them on a coffee table. Matt could see that the boy had clear blue eyes that were oddly angular. The boy went into the kitchen, where a slouchy man with dark, spiky hair was eating cereal.
"Mello. Did you get the cords I asked for? It is alright if they weren't there." The man's voice was low and smooth. So the boy was named Mello. Matt liked that name. It was very soft, yet still carried distinction. A good name.
"No, but I did get superpowers. It sounds silly, but I think it's true. The wind was definitely too light, and anyway, it couldn't have held the box over my head in place. And I know for a fact that there wasn't an invisible platform."
The man nodded slowly. Despite Mello's not actual explanation, the man held no hint of confusion in his features. "Okay. Can I see it, then?"
Mello brightened. "Yeah!"
He stared at the box of cereal on the kitchen counter. Matt didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he picked up the cereal box.
I'm going to attempt to write one page per day. Each chapter will most likely be only one page. This will probably be MattxMello, which although I don't personally ship, I'm writing this for a friend. Thanks for reading =^.^=