At Thirteen
Scarumphyatmmyumyummmmmmmmm… "Mello? Quit scoffing that chocolate so loudly." Near looked up from his blank puzzle, face as emotionless as his voice had been.
The chocolate eating halted suddenly. Nears obsidian eyes narrowed as he turned his attention (full attention for once) to Mello's closet. Everyone knew that was where he stashed chocolate. Not that it made a difference. No one would dare mess with the violent little boy. Except maybe Near, but he wouldn't go that far (And he'd get chocolate on his shirt). The fact that the contented noises had stopped, signaling the halt of someone consuming chocolate, made it clear that it was not Mello. He would have either come out and smacked Near, or just made louder noises.
A redhead slowly peaked around the side of the door, just the tip of his head and one goggled eye visible. Near blinked, but turned back to his puzzle. "Matt, Mello's going to murder you," Near said simply.
"Why am I going to murder him?" At the blondes demanding voice Matt jumped out of the closet and onto the bed, rolling over it. He was on the other side of the room without making a sound before his violent friend entered.
"Because I'm far too sexy for you," Matt answered easily, already playing on his Game Boy, lollipop in mouth.
Mello angrily turned to Near, a solid glare that you wouldn't expect could come from baby blues like his boring into the tiny albino. "What the fuck did he do?" The words were low and dangerous, coming from the thirteen year olds mouth like the growl of a tiger.
The smaller boy was unresponsive, and the only sounds in the room were the clicking of puzzle pieces into place and the low beepy music coming from Matt's game. The blonde stomped over his friend, (if you used the word loosely) boot heels clacking against the floor.
He grabbed the collar of Matt's shirt yanking up. "Sorry Mello, but I have no intention of kissing you," Matt said, still playing his video game, ignoring the increased outrage on Mello's face as he dropped the redhead.
"When I find out what the fucking hell you did," he hissed threateningly before storming back out, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket and chomping on it angrily.