Author's Note: I HAVE AN EXCUSE! Seriously. I mean it this time. I recently moved, and the house didn't have internet, which was problematic, then when we finally got internet my computer also got a virus, which was even more problematic. And then nobody trusted me to fix it, even though I know how to take care of my baby better then they do! So I responded to P.M.s and such from my new phone (which is awesome and gets internet!), but couldn't post anything. Anywho, so, here's a chapter. Sorry it's not as random as usual, it was going to be really angsty, but then I got bored of the whole angst thing and now it's just the way it is. C'est la vie! (Also, fun fact: As I was writting this chapter, my street was being surrounded by police. The druggie next door called them because she thought someone was stalking her, and because the people next door have a brother in the police, well...things were over dramitized, so I got to see a real police shooter, and had no idea what was going on! God I love this neighborhood!)

Let's do one of these form thingies, because I love them and haven't done one in a while:
Warnings: ...None... Pairings: ...None... Disclaimer: I own none. I mean nothing. Well...I own Travis...He's my slave. I force him to make me sandwiches, because I find it ammusing. Back to the dungeon, Travis! (I will never be able to take people named Travis seriously...Unless you're named Travis, in which case, I think I love you even more! [I always have to say something creepy, don't I?])

The cab driver tried to keep his eyes on the road as the carful of screaming kids begged for a car accident.

"Mr. Cabdriver Man, could you just stop the car, I want to walk, these people scare me, just let me out, please," the pale one asked. Well, thinking back, they were all awfully pale. Well, the one asking looked the palest, but that might have just been because his skin matched his snowy hair. The man decided to call him 'Snow White.'

"Me too, kid, me too," he responded.

"Near! You love us! You know you do!" The blond one shouted. He would be Princess, because, lord knows, he acted like one.

"Please, Mr. Cabdriver, pllllease, I don't know these people, I swear, it's your legal responsibility to turn in a kidnapped child," Snow White continued.

"L has proof that he knows us! Our dorm rooms are even right next to each other, you dumb shit! You should remember, because you're always banging your little girly firsts against the wall because you think Matt's games are too 'loud!'," Princess continued. Dorm rooms? Maybe he meant bedrooms. And who was he to call the other kid "girly?"

"Is the 'Elle' the man who left you all with me for this ride?"

"No," the redhead spoke up for the first time, not taking his eyes off his hand-held video game. "The guy who left us with you is our uncle. Elle's our aunt. She's meeting us there. We live with her."

"All of you in one house? Sounds crowded." Maybe it's really an insane asylum?

"No," Princess piped up. "She has a huge mansion."

"That's one way to put it," Snow White muttered under his breath. "More like a huge prison."

"What's that supposed to mean?," Princess said, his face turning red.

"So, you're all brothers? Crazy family genes, eh?" The cabdriver said, looking quickly down at the road before turning his attention back to the rear-view mirror. Things in the back seat were much more interesting.

"Yeah, would you believe that Matt and I are twins," Princess asked, pulling the redhead closer to him and ruffling his hair. "I mean, he's a ginger, and all." The redhead rolled his eyes, and the cabdriver decided that he liked this kid. He'd trade any of his sons for one this mellow anytime. Maybe he should call him "Mellow."

"That's….nice."

"Mr. Cabdriver, what's your name?" Princess asked.

"Dude, don't ask that, it's personal," Mellow responded.

"It's fine, Mellow one, my name's Travis."

"Hey, how'd you know my name? Do you work for L, or something?" Princess asked.

"Princess, what are you talking about?"

Mellow rolled his eyes. "He was talking to me, idiot. He gave us all names because he doesn't know ours, 'k, Princess."

"Oh. Wait, why are you 'Mello?'"

"Because he's calm compared to you, and the pale one already had a name," Travis replied. These kids were seeming to get more and more insane. 'Mellow?' Was that the kid's actual name? And he could have sworn he called Snow White Near earlier.

"What's 'pale one's' name?" Snow White asked.

"You're Snow White."

"Oh," Snow White said under his breath.

"Snow White! That's amazing!" Princess screamed over his own laughter. Mellow hit him in the back of the head.

"You're one to talk, Princess," he said as Princess rubbed the back of his head.

"You're mean."

"So are you."

"So, what are your real names then?" Travis asked.

Princess paled. "Our real names?"

The redhead rolled his eyes again. "Princess is Mello, Snow White is Near, and I'm Matt."

"The only normal one of the group, huh? Where are you guys from? Mars?"

"Snow White might be," Princess said with a smirk.

"England," the redhead responded.

"Ah, I hear that place is wonderful, but I'm not one for travel. I should have guessed from your accent, but, well, Princess and Snow White have different accents, so I got messed up."

"I've lived with Aunt Elle in England my whole life, where as Near lived in America until he was four, giving him the American accent, and Mel's from Russia."

"Oh. But I thought you were twins?"

"We are," 'Matt' deadpanned, making it obvious that the conversation was over.

"Well, anyways, we're here. Do you want me to wait with you until you find your aunt?" Travis asked. Something about the kids made him feel like they needed to be protected, especially that Matt one. He wasn't sure why, but he seemed….Travis searched his brain for the right words. 'Tired of life itself?' 'In over his head?' 'The only sane one in a group of basket cases?'

"No, we got it, thanks," Matt said, handing him a ten dollar bill. "Keep the change. Thanks for the ride." He shoved Princess in the arm, motioning for him to get out so that he could, being that he was in the middle seat to keep the other two from killing each other.

"Good luck, kid," Travis muttered to him.

Author's Note: Isn't Travis sweet? You just wanna hug him, I know it. I raised him to be like that. So anywho, I'm so sorry that this was so late, seriously. (I feel like saying 'seriously' made it less serious...Oops...) I have finals this week. Yay -.- Just thought I'd throw that out there.

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So, once again, sorry this chapter sucks. I'll put less thought (but not less effort) into the next one, and hopefully it'll come out random and funnier than this one.

Have a nice day! (I now feel like a grocery bag, because those always say that...)