7 Emo Kid
After dinner Matt and I headed back to his room. Dinner was awkward. Not because it was Matt's family. I am a smooth talker and can influence anybodies parents. It's just Matt's parents heard me talking to Rod… It's hard to convince people when you just cussed your boss out over the phone.
"Hey Mello, you wanna do something fun?" Matt asked me quietly as we entered his room. I don't know why but the edge in Matt's voice excited me.
"Umm… Okay…"Okay I may not have been somewhat excited, but so far Matt's idea of fun has been playing video games non-stop, so I'm not exactly enthralled by his question.
He pulled out his cell phone and mashed a few buttons. Lastly, while the ringing continued Matt put his phone on speaker so that I could hear the entire conversation.
A woman answered, "Hello this is Wal-Mart customer service speaking how may I help you?" What the hell? What was this? I looked over at Matt giving him my famous 'What the fuck' look.
Matt cleared his throat, "Um, yes I was calling because I'd like to see how many children you've had in your toy section." Man his voice was deep too… wait why do I care if his voice is deep or not? Why the fuck is he asking about children at a Wal-Mart customer's service desk?
Apparently she felt the same way, "Uh, children, sir?"
"Yes." I still don't see what he's getting at.
"Well, millions of children pass by every day," She didn't sound very convincing either.
"Is that by your desk or in the toy section?"
"The toy section."
"And so you're saying you watch little children in the toy section?"
"Uh… I guess…"
"And have you done anything to these children?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"I must be frank about this. I'm a police officer at the NPA. There have been a series of murders in the area. All were children and all were under the age of ten."
"O-oh really? I wasn't aware…"
"I'm sure you weren't. I think I've gotten all the information I need. I'll be there in ten minutes to take you into custody."
"Wha—Wait—" And then Matt hung up and started laughing. He laughed so hard that his eyes started tearing up.
"Umm… Okay…" I muttered. I was seriously confused. What the hell was going here?
"You've never prank called someone?" Matt asked still fighting back laughter.
I shook my head. "Why are you laughing so much?"
Matt sighed and wrapped one arm around my shoulders, "Think about it." He picked up his free arm- right arm- and started waving it around like he was trying to paint a picture or something. "Think of what must be going through that poor woman's head right now. I mean how would you react if you were called by a cop and they said they were going to arrest you?"
Oh if he only knew… But then I did think about what that woman was doing at this very moment. I could just see some helpless, frail woman curled up in a ball in a corner muttering, "I'm innocent…" Before I knew it we were sprawled out on the floor laughing our asses off.
"…We're… terrible aren't we?" I asked between breaths.
"…Nah, I've done a lot worse."
We paused for a moment to look at each other then started laughing again. I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard. We both fell on our backs from laughing so hard. My head fell on Matt's chest. It was hard to ignore how warm it was.
Matt smiled at me, "It's your turn now." He blushed softly. Aware of my hand that was resting on his stomach.
"Wha?"
"It's your turn to call someone."
I thought for a moment. Who was I gonna call? Who did I hate so much that I—OH! I took out my cell phone. I had the perfect call in my head. "You'll back me up won't you?"
Matt looked confused, "Yeah… Who are you calling?"
I dialed the number and put my index finger to my lips. A few moments later I heard the familiar albino's monotone voice answer the phone, "Hello?"
I breathed a shaky breath, "N-Near?"
"Mello?" He replied to make sure it was me.
"N-N-Near I need h-help," I muttered in the most terrified and innocent voice I could muster.
"What is it?" He had a twinge of concern.
"I-I don't know where I am… These g-guys took me into their c-car and I-I'm scared."
"…How are you talking on the phone?"
Damn I hadn't thought of that. "I-I stole one of their phones when they were taking off my clothes."
"…" There was a long pause before Near shouted, "Gevanni!" Then he hung up the phone. Yes Near. Come rescue me. I couldn't help but start laughing. I laughed even harder than when Matt called Wal-Mart. "...What's wrong Matt?"
Matt paused, "You can't trace your phone?"
I got cold and still. "Oh shit…"
"What are you gonna do?"
Very good question Matt. I thought for about two seconds. I have an idea that just might work. I stood up and opened Matt's window. Luckily Matt's room was facing the street. I threw my cell phone across the street and it hit the house next door. And luckily after that it broke it half. Today is my lucky day.
Matt frowned, "I don't think you understand the whole concept of 'tracking your cell phone'."
I bit my lip and started thinking of what to do next. "C'mon I said pulling him up." I pulled him out of his room and down to his front yard. I picked up my helmet and threw it at Matt. He almost dropped it, but he caught it nonetheless. "Hope on."
"Oh, no way am I—"
"C'mon Mattie," Whoa did I just call him Mattie? It's official I'm obsessed.
Matt paused for a moment. I could tell he was uneasy—probably because I just called him Mattie—I threw one leg over my motorcycle. "Just get on!" I yelled holding out my hand.
Matt chewed on his bottom lip then nodded, "Okay… but I'm not wearing this," He threw my helmet at me. I caught it and pulled it over my head. Hey I'm not getting my hair messed up from some stupid wind blowing it around. Matt walked over to me and got on my motorcycle and instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist. Well I guess it was instinctively. I mean he is holding on to me pretty tightly and his chest is brushing against my ba—Shut up Mihael Keehl! He's probably nervous. This is probably his first time on a motorcycle! Shut out all those thought and just leave him… Ah, yeah and I'm hard now. Damn it! My pant's feel so tight! Damn damn damn damn!
"Are you gonna actually start it up, Mello?"
Wow I feel stupid. I started my cycle and started revving her up. I love that sound! I drove down the street. Now all that's left is to decide where we should go. I need something. I don't really want Matt to see me like this, but tonight's been rough. I don't really have to let him see anything. If I can only remember where this place is. I know Rod showed me where it was. Oh yeah! I remember!
Matt's POV
What's going on? Mello just drove up to some really disgusting building. "Wait for me. I'll only be a few minutes." Mello walked into some dark alley.
The entire building itself was massive. It was burned slightly at the top. All the windows were broken and had thick brown rags covering them. There was a door at the front of the building (or right in front of me) was broken and folded into the building.
I feel like such an emo kid. I have no idea why. Maybe I should have followed him. I wonder what he's doing… Shouldn't he be back by now? No, that would be me being pushy. He told me to wait for him… but it's been five minutes…
I slowly got off Mello's motorcycle. I really shouldn't be doing this… I walked in the same direction Mello took off in. First thing that hits me is a big cloud of smoke. Of course I cough because I'm not expecting it. There were like three guys smoking in the alley that Mello just went into… And of course Mello wasn't there.
So like any naïve, dumbass, love sick puppy, I walked to the back of the alley. Some old lady with dirty brown hair stopped me. She actually kinda pinned me against the wall and started feeling me up. What the hell kind of place is this? "You're seriously hot for a guy," She smiled licking my ear. "I'm not that expensive if—"
"Please get off me," I said sternly. I wasn't gonna punch a chick it's against my morals. Thankfully she backed off. After dusting myself off a turned to her, "You wouldn't happen to have seen a sexy blonde pass this way?" How else was I supposed to describe Mello? I mean I am bi… so it's alright, right?
"Who Mihael? You hang with him?" She gave me a sideways glance. "He's bad news. You shouldn't hang out with him."
"Can you tell me where he went?"
"I can," She smiled, "If you'll have a smoke with me."
I chewed my bottom lip. "…Fine," I muttered sitting next to her along the brick wall. She pulled out a cigarette and hand me one as she took another one for herself. She lit the end of both of ours and I inhaled my first puff of smoke.
This was my first time ever smoking. It's not like I go up to random people. I coughed when the heat filled my lungs. She laughed, "Is this your first?" I scowled and continued inhaling the smoke and watching the ashes fall from the end of the cigarette. I actually got used to it. The sensation makes me feel… alive.
I'm feeling… I don't know, really. The whole sensation feels kind of comforting. I looked and saw there was only a stump left on my cigarette. I smiled and looked up at the woman, "Can I have another?"
Mello's POV
I walked all the way to the back of the alley. Then made a left and entered the building. It was old and broken, but I could get around there.
"Hey Mello, whazzup?" Some guy called out to me. It was so dark I could barely see him.
"Yo, Ricky!" I jumped up high fiving him.
"You been good? I haven't seen you around lately."
"Yeah, lot's been going on," I fucking hate this bastard. He used to work with Rod, but Rod had him transferred… I thought he'd been dead. Rod usually doesn't let anyone just leave our little "family".
"You need me to hook you up?" He smiled opening up a trench coat that I just realized he was wearing. Stupid dim lighting.
At least now I think I know why Rod wanted to keep him alive. He had connections to another dealer. His coat was organized with all kinds of—Like I'd tell you what his coat was filled with! Sorry, I don't feel like giving out information that can send me to jail.
Anyway… to make a long story short I stocked up. On what? Well… I got some more coke… and some heroine. That's it. What you don't believe me? Well screw you too, bastard.
At least I get to leave this place in one piece… what the fuck?
"Matt?"
"Hey Mells," Matt said with droopy eyes. "When'd you get here?" He smelled like cigarettes. He was sitting with that fucking bitch prostitute—I know that didn't make sense, but I'm pissed right now!—Her name was either Shelia or Stella. No one ever talks to her unless they were seriously desperate.
"See Mattie," She said inhaling her cigarette. "I told you he'd be back."
That bitch… I walked up to Shelia/Stella and kicked her stomach. I think she coughed up a little bit of blood, but I didn't care. "Nobody calls him Mattie but ME." I said in ear.
"Oh so you do have feelings for him," She smiled.
I snapped and started punching and kicking her. I really didn't care that she was a girl. I didn't care that I kept hearing her screams or that Matt was watching. But then two arms wrapped around me. Great so this whore has back up all of a sudden? I turned around landing a punch in whoever it was' face.
"Ow! Fuck Mells," Matt muttered rubbing his chin. I jumped when I heard Matt.
Oh Damn it! "Matt, are you okay?" I asked gripping his chin to see his face.
"Yeah," Matt said rubbing his cheek.
"Damn it Matt! Why'd you do that?"
"…You were… hurting her."
I looked over at the woman who was now curled up in a ball sobbing and coughing. "Whatever… Let's go."
"But—"
I pulled Matt by his wrists back onto my motorcycle and we were off. We drove to the park before we were able to speak to each other again. Although Matt did shout a few choice words like "…Fucking… she… help… why… Mello" but you really can't hear anything on motorcycles.
"Mello she could be hurt!" Matt yelled.
"Like I care," I muttered. Why'd I even pick the park? I guess it's the only real place we can hang out. At least right now.
Matt was sitting on one of the benches. He was slumped over looking utterly depressed.
"Look Matt, I'm sorry. That chick's bad business. You'd get in so much trouble if you hooked up with her."
"I wasn't trying to hook up with her. I was trying to find you."
"Yeah it sure looked like it," I muttered angrily. Damn it! Why am I such a bastard?
"…I didn't mean… It wasn't like," Matt stammered. "She told me that if I smoked with her she'd help me find you. I didn't mean to get caught up in—"
"No I'm sorry," I interrupted. "I shouldn't have even gone there."
"…Why did you go there, Mello?" Matt looked up at me with innocent eyes.
"N-no reason. I just want wanted to see an old friend of mine." I lied.
"You didn't stay very long."
"Well of course not! I've got you to worry about, don't I?" I put up a playful smile.
Matt smiled sadly. Man he looks adorable. I feel terrible making him feel so bad like this. I sat next to him on the bench. "So, what do you want to do Mattie?"
Matt shrugged. I could tell he was thinking about me. It's like that's illogical. I'm not exactly the most trustworthy person. It was kind of funny how we had pet names for each other. Nicknames for nicknames. Mihael Keehl. Mail Jeevas. Mello. Matt. Mells. Mattie.
Matt laid down on the bench and laid his head in my lap. I seriously hate those goggles. Not that he doesn't look good in them. They just make it harder to see his eyes, his emotions. Even though his eyes are closed I'd much rather see that part of him then this thick plastic shield. I involuntarily started stroking his hair with my thumb.
"Hey Matt, why do you always where those goggles?" I asked not thinking.
Matt opened his eyes giving me a nervous look. "They… were the last thing I was wearing when I saw my parents…"
I arched one of my eyebrows, "We just saw your parents. Are you seriously that clingy to them?"
Matt flinched and shook his head. "My… my real parents died when I was seven."
"What?" No. No. No. Please tell me he didn't just say that.
"Well… We went to the beach for vacation. It was my very first trip. It was really fun. We played outside all day." Matt paused and smiled sadly like he was remembering everything that had happened that day. "When it was time to go back to the hotel I wouldn't go. I'd had too much fun. I didn't want the day to end. So Mom and Dad carried me back with them…
"But I ran off that night. I wanted to build a giant sand castle and get a fresh start on it. I wonder what must have been going through my parent's mind when they realized I was gone." I could see small tears prickling inside his eyes through the orange lenses. "Then some man dragged me away from the beach telling me that my parents had been killed in a mugging. He was really blunt about it too. They'd been out looking for me and then some guy came up to them and shot them when they wouldn't give him their money."
I still couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to say. Matt. How was he able to keep living after that? He seems so strong and optimistic. Unlike me, a lying coward. "You've had a hard life then…"
"…It hasn't been that bad. I mean it could've been a lot worse." God he's so perfect. He's too innocent and naïve. That's why I can't try anything with Matt. He doesn't need to be mixed up with someone like me. That's depressing.
TBC
I no I'm super late. but school and drama... Chaos... but I hope you enjoyed. I'll try to b fast with the next chapter...
