Mello-
I adjusted the dark blue denim jumpsuit and sighed. I looked at myself in the mirror and scowled, I looked ridicules in the standard uniform. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail and rested the blue cap atop my head. L's design scheme needed serious work. I huffed my breath and headed downstairs, Near was playing with his dominos on the floor, and L sat awkwardly at the worn kitchen table, his spun his spoon in a cup of what appeared to be sugar cubes with a pinch of coffee at the bottom.
"Good Morning Mello". He said blankly.
"Good morning L, Near". I growled back, my eyes searched for Matt, the only sane one within this household.
"Mr. Jeevas went to fetch groceries for us, I've neglected to purchase suitable meal related materials". I sighed and rested my chin on my palm. As odd as he was, L was in fact my uncle. My father was the sister of Near's mother, her name was Above, I'm told L nicknamed her A. A seemed to be the only other human being in the world L could really relate to, and he was not in love, but infatuated with her. Near was shortly produced after words. Though Above died shortly after Near turned five, she apparently got wrapped up with L's brother Beyond, and it didn't turn out well for either of them. Well I guess L and Above didn't have the same ring to it as Above and Beyond…
The screen door opens and I hear footsteps tromp in. Matt's torso enters the kitchen, the rest of him hidden away by paper brown bags of groceries. He makes his way to the wooden countertop and relieves the load from his arms.
"L, never again am I doing that". He hisses lowly, L turns his head to him, panda eyes wide and curious.
"What are you never going to do again"? He brought his cup of sugar to his lips, and drank. I nearly gagged at the sight, and when he rested the cup once again on the table top, his mouth glimmered with the sticky brown residue.
"Never again, am I going to three stores to find your candies". Matt seemed un-fazed by L's revolting habits, I realize he must be some sort of pro. Matt turns to me, and grins, I can see his eyes shine mischievously from behind the orange lenses of his glasses.
"Well look at this, the work uniform doesn't look terrible on you".
"Shut up, Bastard". I grin back.
"Language Mello, Near is in the room". L scolds emptily, I watch Near, who until now was playing quietly, scowl. He pushes a domino down with his fingertip, and a chain reaction starts noisily. It continues for a few minutes, and then silences.
"I will be in my bedroom". Near says lowly, and he collects himself, and abandons his toys on the floor. For some reason, this action makes the room extremely awkward…
"Matthew, Mello, please head to the garage. Ms. Keys is expecting her car fixed this morning, and we do not want to disappoint".
Matt-
Mello follows me to the garage, where I remove a white tarp from a car shaped object, a baby blue Porsche unveiled itself. Mello whistles lowly.
"Yeah she's a nice car, not nearly as nice as my baby though". I jut my chin to the corner of the garage where my shining red car sits, untouched and at perfect condition.
"I didn't think anyone is this town could afford such a nice car". Mello says bluntly, and my pride is somewhat damaged. "Subtracting you". He finishes.
"Well Brooklyn Keys isn't just anyone"… And she isn't, Brooklyn is previous and favored fling of mine I tend to revisit frequently. She's one of the reasons I haven't fully decided on my sexuality, and if I truly am straight, I plan to screw the shit out of that one…
"One of your previous flings"?
"How could you tell"?
"Your feet pivoted slightly to left, facing her car more so then me, and you grinned in a way that signals you were remembering a pleasurable event".
"You really are L's nephew, aren't you"? Mello shrugs and I wipe the car down with a clean rag one more time.
"Shall we drop her car off"? Mello asks.
"Yeah I guess, but how are we going to get back? Walking"? I don't care if Mello becomes my lover, or my best friend, he is NOT driving baby.
"You think I walked here? Hell no"! Mello tilts his head to the right, and I kick myself for not noticing. A sleek and shiny black motorcycle sits and Mello grins.
"My dad said even though he shipped me out here, I could keep it, and I quote him when I say this 'Mihael, nothing is more manly then a good strong hog'." Mello makes air quotes with his index fingers as he says this, and I bite back a grin. "I'll drive my bike there, and you drive the car, and then we'll take my bike back".
"Sounds good". I grab Brooklyn's keys from the work counter, and step inside the car. Mello presses the garage door opener, and I back the car out, he revs his bike after sliding on a red full helmet with a black visor, and begins following me as I drive down the road. It takes ten minutes to arrive at Brooklyn's house, and as soon as the car is parked and I have stepped outside, the large front door opens and Brooklyn bounds outside wearing a short skirt and a tight tee-shirt despite the chilly September weather. Her long honey brown curls bounce behind her, well actually no, everything about her bounces as she runs to my side.
"You fixed my car"! She squeals, then turns her dark blue eyes to my face, and she grins, she gives me a look that says 'I'll pay you in more than just cash', when the sound of a motorcycle revving booms in the driveway. Mello rides up, and kicks his feet to the floor, and silences the engine.
"Who's that"? Brooklyn asks, her eyes narrow dangerously at Mello's feminine walk.
"My ride, that's my boss's family who happens to be my new roommate". Mello lifts his hands to the top of his helmet, and removes it slowly, shaking loose blond tresses that were plastered to his face.
"She looks kind of manly".
"Well that's good thing, because she is a man". Brooklyn's eyes widen as Mello saunters over to us, now he's close up Brooklyn can see obviously that Mello is not a remarkably pretty girl.
"So Matt, shall we leave"? Mello asks me, and I'm just about to agree when Brooklyn clings to my arm.
"Mattie, I wanted to go on a date today".
"I was going to go home with Mell-".
"Please Mattie"? She mewls; she pouts her glimmering lips and presses her small body into my chest. Her smell of flowers and vanilla coats her honey colored hair and lurks up my nostrils. I look upward at Mello, who places his helmet back on his head; he claps the visor over his face, and the plastic echoes in the awkward silence that has been created.
"I don't give a damn what the hell you do". He says dangerously low, he then strides back to his bike, swings his long legs over the leathery seats, switches the engine back on, and turns the handle bars for a final departure. I watch his head turn slightly back in my direction, but I feel rooted where I stand. Mello then, tightens his grip on the throttle, and rockets from the drive and up the road.
"Come on Mattie! I'll drop you off at home later"! Brooklyn coos, and I nod and follow her into her house where our 'date' will take place.