Matt:
"Is this the best you can do?" I heard BB yell the next morning. With a surprised yelp, I jolted upwards, then promptly fell off of the bed and went sprawling on the floor. Near was already up and working at his puzzle again. Sheesh, it's like the guy never sleeps.
I gestured my head to the door, silently asking him whether or not it was okay to look outside. Near nodded, so I walked over and cracked the door open three inches wide, in time to see BB storm past in a flurry of pink.
Pink?
Stifling a giggle, I opened the door wider to see him terrorize a few innocent orphans staring. Then Mello appeared at the end of the hall with the usual chocolate bar in his mouth, and things went downhill from there.
BB growled, and I watched as he yanked the chocolate bar from Mello's hand, throw it down on the carpeted floor, and smash it with his bare foot.
The other children looking gasped scandalously, while all I could think of was, That's going to be a bitch to get out of the carpet.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Mello demanded, seemingly more concerned about his chocolate than the fact that his best friend, and I guess rival, was wearing pink clothes. "You don't see me running around and bashing your jam all over the wall!"
"Yeah, and you don't see me dying my best friend's clothes and hair pink, either!" BB retorted. Oh, yeah, that was the other thing. His normally black hair was now light pink.
I opened the door wider to let Near see.
"I didn't do that," Mello said lowly.
I heard someone whisper, "Ooh, he's pissed."
"Ten bucks they're going to start fighting and BB's going to win," another whispered back.
"No way! Haven't you seen how hard Mello kicks the ball in soccer?"
"Yeah, but haven't you seen BB's knuckles? They're bony, they'd probably hurt like hell."
"Then who did it?" BB said, almost in hysterics.
"I don't know!" Mello snapped. "Maybe that group of girls over there with the 'Go Mello' t-shirts, high-fiving each other and whispering about some kind of plan?"
At this, BB whirled to face said group. The six girls immediately hushed, looking back up at him with big fearful eyes. I had to stifle a chuckle as Beyond Birthday began to curse them out. As the leader of the group stepped up to mouth off also(I think I need to brush my ears...), I looked around at the scene and somehow caught Mello's eyes.
The image of him in that costume from the previous night flashed into my brain and I yelped, slamming the door shut just as he began walking towards me.
Near rubbed his nose gingerly, giving me a pout. "Sorry," I said abashedly, clapping his back.
"Near would like to get back to his puzzle," Near announced quietly, turned, and padded back towards his bed.
I stood there for a few moments, for the umpteenth time wondering how the hell this was all going to work out.
Just pick BB, a tiny voice whispered.
Let me guess, you're the voice that's now going to tell me to pick BB.
Yes.
I sighed tiredly.
I'm going insane, I swear. I'm sounding like that fucking Bella and- Hey, Mr. Voice-thingy?
What? And don't call me that. It's so tacky.
Sorry. My other voice said Mello's Jacob. Does that mean BB is Edward?
Yes.
But that's not fair! Edward looks like an ape, but BB is...
BB's what? the little voice snickered.
Beyond's...almost...damn it, he's almost beautiful, okay, even if he has jam stains all over him all the time.
Kyahahaha! If only my twin was here! the voice said triumphantly.
I am here, asshat, an additional voice piped up.
Note how these two sound like Mello and BB. Dear god, I need to get a therapist...
You heard him! my BB-conscience hissed. He called BB beautiful!
No, he used the term 'almost.' Mello-consience again. Matt doesn't hesitate to call me pretty.
And so the two voice argued.
BB-conscience: That makes you sound gay.
Mello-conscience: I am gay, smart one.
BB-conscience: Why, thank you.
Mello-conscience: Oh shut up. Or have you forgotten that we're both second?
BB-conscience: For your information, I have photographic memory. I couldn't have forgotten that.
Mello-conscience: You're a part of Matt's imagination! You don't even have eyes!
BB-conscience: Just wait, when they let me take my form, I'll scare the shit outta you with my eyes!
Mello-conscience: You don't need your eyes, you can just flash me your face.
BB-conscience: Why you little son of a-
"Matt?" Near asked, tilting his head to the side.
I jerked my head up, blinking. "Huh?" I guess I got too caught up with my consciences' argument.
"Twice I've asked you if you're ready to go down to get breakfast," Near said. "I don't hear anyone outside, so I've deducted that it's safe."
Leave it to Near to speak sophisticated at this early in the morning. But one look at the clock told me it was eleven o'clock already. Shit, I wonder if they're still serving pancakes... "Let's go then," I said, grabbing a pencil off of Near's desk. You know, just in case I need self-defending.
"Matt," Near called just as I was halfway out of the room.
"Yeah?" I said, busy studying the wall. Someone had taped a piece of paper next to Near's door. It read, Please pick BB! in scratchy letters, and I figured one of the younger orphans had done it. Damn, so maybe those BB fangirls were smarter than I thought. How did they know that little kids were my weakness?
When I looked at Near, he turned to look at the floor with some interest. "Matt is not wearing any pants."
I looked down at myself. "Oh." With a mortified blush, I dove back into the room and slammed the door shut.