Matt-
I slumped out of the front door and treaded along the dirt road. I smelt like girl and other things… I stared up the dirt road and waited an entire three minutes, and saw nothing, nada… Brooklyn changed her mind about giving me a ride after she claimed to be 'worn out'. I highly doubted Mello would be roaring up that dusty road to pick me up after I abandoned him…. I pull the blocky flip phone from my pocket, and quickly dial the auto shop.
"This is L".
"L its Matt".
"I'm highly aware Matthew, we do have caller ID". L's voice hints he finds me an idiot.
"Anyways… Do you think you could pick me up from Brooklyn's house"?
"Why is Brooklyn unable to return you to my home"?
"She umm"…
"You were engaging in sexual activities, weren't you"?
"So it's that obvious"?
"I will ask Mihael". I love how avoids my question like that…
"Perhaps not Mello"…
"Are you the reason for his aggravation"? Questions L. I pinch the flesh between my eyes.
"Mihael, put Near down"! L's voice surprisingly barks, and I press the end call button on my phone and return it to my pocket. I glare at the dirt road and begin my dusty return to my home.
About three or so miles down the road, I spot a wavering lack image in the distance, and hear the familiar roar of a motorcycle. I can't help how a grin lifts to my face at the sight of a black motorcyclist fast approaching. I wave at Mello overenthusiastically, I mean who wouldn't! The bike rolls beside me, and a foot drops to the side acting as a makeshift kickstand. Mello turns to me, face blank behind a solid visor. My grin though, suddenly falters. This person's body isn't curved like Mello's.
"He's really pissed at you. He's so mad, he told me to pick you up on his bike". Near's voice drones from behind the protective plastic. Near slides forward on the seat slightly, so I'm able to board.
"I didn't know you could drive".
"Mello taught me when we were younger". The mention of Mello's name keys me to shut down the conversation, and Near veers the handle bars, turning us completely around, and then guns it down the road, kicking up dust to cover our traces. I'm thankful to my goggles, because without them my eyes, like my mouth, would be stinging with the foul taste of dirt.
-Mello
Perhaps I'd gone slightly above and beyond… Then again it wasn't my fault, it was just my body's natural response to anger… I could sense it, as well as L and Near, an OCD shit storm was brewing, and both were eager to abandon ship. I even sent Near to pick up the Bastard so he'd be out of my way… L went and crawled up in a corner of the house that was most peculiar. I know this because when I was putting towels away in the linen closet according to size and color, I found L squeezed on the top shelf, playing with his feet and eating a lollipop. I slowly set the towels on their appropriate shelf and closed the door, perhaps if I pretended that my uncle wasn't hiding in a closet. He wouldn't be there… I paused for a moment, but instead heard him continue slurping on that candy… I sometimes found L sickening, but perhaps I could scare Near with stories of not the boogie man in the closet, but L…
My hair was beginning to slip from the blue bandanna I had tied it back in, and my sleeves though pulled to my elbows, were soaking wet because I insisted on scrubbing the floors using my hands. What work I had accomplished, was so clean and polished, I could see my hair coming undone… That's the power of Pine sol baby…
Matt-I walked into the kitchen to see Mello facing the back door on his hands and knees, grunting. My skin warmed instantly at the sight, until I heard him humming the Mr. Clean jingle. He was cleaning the kitchen floor by hand, while there was a mop in the closet… Suddenly he stopped his humming, and his whole body tensed.
"I swear to God Bastard, if you get your nasty ass shoes on my clean floor, I'll shove m foot so far down your throat I'll tickle your uvula with my toes".
A.N.
-So that's all for tonight! The whole reason I'm writing this note is to explain… A lot of reviews on both my continuing stories is my quick updates. I'll tell you why! Because I like to run like clockwork… I write Grease Monkey (Death Note) and Asymmetrical Fragments (Soul Eater) at ten at night, or at least begin to, on Friday and Saturday nights. It usually takes me an hour to write both chapters, and then upload them to the internet, then repeat the process the next night. The reason though I'm updating earlier then usual is because my birthday is this Friday, and I have plans, and Saturday I'm actually going to A Murder Mystery Dinner with my friends to celebrate… So I decided to get my two chapters out early! Expect another chapter tomorrow night!
-K.W.C.