Matt's POV-
A hot shower and cleansed of bodily fluids, I stood in the bathroom and brushed my damp hair to its usual style. This morning was going to be interesting…. Today Mello would drive me to school, and I would probably be humiliated beyond belief… I mean I went to a white redneck school full of hicks and idiots… But Mello in all his sarcastic glory was worth it…
So as I exited the bathroom, fully clothed in my usual garb, goggles strapped over my eyes and boots zipped securely at my knees I felt a strange sort of anticipation as I stepped down the wooden stair case. Near still slept quietly in his bedroom and L sat in his cave, eyes wide and unblinking as he watched hours and hours of hentai… Unfortunately I can't say I'm kidding when I state that, but I had walked in on L on several accounts… I shudder to myself, and then the scent of eggs and bacon waft into my nose.
"Since when can you cook"? I ask Mello after biting into a piece of bacon.
"My sister taught me at a young age". That's all he says of it, and he brings a glass of milk to his lips and noisily sucks it down. I continue piling eggs into my mouth. I can honestly say that I'm quite impressed with Mello's cooking.
"Finish up; we've got to go soon". Mello stood up and rinsed his plate in the sink. I let my eyes scorch his body and feel myself licking my lips.
"I can feel you checking me out, I'm flattered but… It's far too early for us to engage in passionate sex".
"You're gay".
"And you're gay to, now wash your plate in the sink and meet me in the garage". Following Mello's orders I take the plate and rinse it in the sink. Mello exits the kitchen as I'm scrubbing the chipped china with a blue sponge and flowery dish detergent with a smiling polar bear on it. I honestly feel happy…That's a new experience for me…
When I was a child, mommy had drinking problem; daddy had a spending problem…And little Mail, little me… I had a problem with everything… I didn't eat, I didn't play, and I didn't talk. I listened to mommy scream at daddy because we didn't have money for her drink… I listened to daddy tell her she was a useless whore who stole his hard earned money and slept with other men… I watched my small white hand turn the knob on the stove…And I watched my dirty sneakers exit the kitchen, the living room, and eventually the house and I watched our dirty yellow house become swallowed with bright, orange flames…
In the garage I meet Mello, whose bike is revved up and roaring… He hands me a helmet produced from the back of the garage. I slip it over my head and swing my leg over the bike. Mello presses the garage door opener remote and grips the throttle.
"Hold onto my waist or grip the handle behind you".
Mello POV-
Matt throws his arms around my waist as I gun the engine. I have a vague idea where the high school is because I've been to this town before… Matt rests his head against my back as I ride down the road at alarming speeds. The bike rolls down the road as the red bricked high school comes into view. I turn left as the school lot's driveway greets me. I grimace, and bite my lip… There are kids everywhere… I've always hated high school…
I brake and park and Matt steps off. He removes the helmet and shakes loose his fiery red hair. He then pulls his goggles from his backpack and straps them back onto his head and over his eyes.
"Thank you, Mello". He mumbles rosy pink dusts over his face. I grin despite him and begin rolling the bike forward. I watch in the rear view mirror as he steps away and into school. People watch as I drive by, they whisper curiously at me.
"Who's the guy on a bike"! They ask. I grin behind my visor and gun the throttle even further, the engine rips loudly. I head back to L's and park my bike. L is downstairs and Near is off somewhere else. He doesn't have to go to school because he's a miniature genius… I could study, I could work… But instead I return to the room Matt and I share, and lay in his bed. It smells like him, cinnamon and dirty socks… A interesting and peculiar smell that is.