Chapter 10

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Matt POV

I woke up the next day with a smile on my face. I had dreamed I was with Mello at the carnival again and all the best parts were on repeat. I yawned loudly and stretched. I stepped out of bed in just my 1 Up Mushroom boxers and grabbed a new outfit from my closet. It was a pair of dark jeans with a red dragon curled around the left leg, a black shirt with a playground in the background of the pectorals with Link in it reading 'LINK IN PARK' like the Linkin Park logo (that was an epic find), black Converse Allstars with Piranha Plant socks and 'Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Select Start' patterned boxers. I took them to my now clean bathroom and took a quick shower. Once I was done I checked my phone for messages. I had one from Mello.

"Hey it's Mello; I was wondering if you wanted to go out again tonight. There's something I think you'll like that I want to do." I blushed at the possible double meaning and called her.

"Hello?" she asked and I heard a crunching indicating she was eating more chocolate.

"Hey it's Matt and I'd love to go out again."

"Great! I've been meaning to see this play that's only out until today."

"A... play?" I tried not to sound as bummed as I felt.

"Trust me you'll like it. Just dress normally and pick me up at 6. I already have tickets. Oh and trust me you won't regret going."

"OK" I agreed while knowing I would hate it.

She snorted. "Just trust me OK? I'll see you then."

"OK bye." I hung up the phone and grabbed my wallet. I needed cigarettes. I went to the local grocery store and ordered two packs of my favorite brand. I saw a newspaper on the rack next to the check out aisle. I noticed a headline saying wiretaps were spotted on several public lines. I wonder if Mello knows about that. I paid and went back to my apartment where I played Baldur's Gate until it was time to pick up Mello.

When I arrived at her condominium I saw she was in thick heels and a black dress with white on the bottom. She opened the door and got in. Before she could talk I asked "did you know the government is putting wiretaps on our phone lines?"

"It's not the government but that's all I can say" she replied. "It's classified."

"You mean you're working on that case?" I asked excitedly. She nodded but said nothing. "So where do I go?"

"Foxtrot Theatre. It's right next to the giant outdoor paintball battlefield."

I nodded and started the car and took off. "You got the hair trimming" I commented.

"Yes. I cut my hair unlike some" she looked pointedly at my messy hair.

"I cut my hair!" I defended.

"Yourself?" she gave me an amused glance.

"Maybe." I realized I was blushing.

"It looks cute anyway" she said then kissed my cheek. "OK when we get to the theater it is very important you don't say 'Macbeth' inside. Either say 'the main character' or "The Scottish Play'. It's bad luck otherwise."

"Okaaay? Why?"

She shrugged. "It just is." I nodded. This is going to suck. "And stop doubting me! It will be good."

"Sure" I agreed halfheartedly. We got to the theater and she gave a lady out front the tickets. We took our seats and she crossed her legs daintily and sat in a very ladylike position. The Hell?

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back" she said. I nodded. It was a while before she got back and she was looking embarrassed. "Long story don't ask" she said when I opened my mouth. Weird.

The lights dimmed and I was prepared to have to be punched awake several times but was shocked when the three witches came out in fishnet tops, goth makeup, striped stockings, and leather skirts. They were twisting in uncomfortable-looking positions and talking in creepy voices not old lady voices. I knew then that the play would be worth staying awake for.

"That was AWESOME!" I yelled as we exited the building. "I can't believe the main character was in a TRENCH COAT! And Lady Macbeth being all possessed was sooo cool too! You were right I did like it."

"Good. Now I want ice cream." She pointed to a nearby ice cream shop. She took off towards it and almost fell in her heels but righted herself.

When we got there a greasy blonde-haired kid in his teens asked "what will you have ma'am?" I turned to Mello and she seemed to not have heard. "Ma'am?" I nudged her.

"Oh sorry I'll have a large chocolate" she said quickly. Her voice seemed higher than usual. Maybe it's her time of the month. That must be it. It explains the bathroom thing. …Ew.

"I'll have the um… Napoleon."

"Neapolitan" she muttered.

"Right what she said." It's not called Napoleon? I need to read more. The kid was biting his lip not to laugh as he got our orders. Punk. She insisted on paying for hers saying she was a 'modern girl' and could 'go Dutch'. Definitely PMSing. We ate at the store to spare my seats and she actually rated the chocolate quality as a 6.

"That was fun" she said with a grin as she got out of my car. "Was I right about the play?"

"Yup. I had a good time again. I can't wait to see you again." I realized I was pouting but didn't care.

"Definitely. Bye" she blew me another kiss again as she left. PMSing girls are weird.

3 things.

Lvis, Dub L, or The Fuzz as the panda's name? Last chance to vote and please no re-votes.

The Macbeth version they saw was once put on by my school. I had a crush on the guy who played Macbeth and the trench coat didn't help.

I used to call Neapolitan (chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry in three bars) "Napoleon" for YEARS until someone corrected me XD Am I the only one?