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Chapter Six:

Matt

A.N. Sorry I took so long to update! Between report cards Friday, the boarder horse getting colic Saturday, working with animals yesterday, and then Canada Day stuff going on in town today, I've been more than a bit busy these past few days.

Anyway, I won't hold you up any longer, so back to the story!

A few hours later, Mello and I were walking through the local department store, towards the electronics. While we were looking at the laptops, I found myself drifting closer and closer to the glass-covered shelves; or at least, the games behind them.

I felt like a little kid in a toy store as I stared at the covers of probably the most violent video games known to mankind. As I drifted along the display longingly, I collided with something.

Correction: someone.

A redhead wearing a striped shirt and goggles, to be exact. Goddamnit, why did he have to have red hair? Is this some kind of cruel joke? I'm attracted to redheads, so I just have to run into one, and I can't even talk to him!?

Yup... That sounds about right.

"Sorry," he said shyly, moving to pick up the game he dropped. I noticed that he had a slight English accent.

"It's my fault," I said, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I knelt down and picked the game up for him.

"Thanks," he replied as I handed the game to him.

"No problem," I said, smiling gently.

A mafia boss being nice? Sounds odd, doesn't it? Well I learned that it's better to have a good public reputation so that if something happens, it's less likely that you'll be a suspect. That's also why I'd rather have a small gang with members I can trust than a large one with people I can't trust to keep their mouths shut. And so, when I find out about a branch gang gaining a member, I go to see who it is. That's half of what got me in this situation in the first place.

"Matt," a voice said from behind me, "didn't I tell you to stay in the apartment until I got back?" Turning around, I confirmed that it was Mello standing behind me.

Matt? Is this the same guy that called me?

"Yeah," the redhead replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry Mells, but I remembered that a few games I wanted come out today, and I would probably forget to get them if I waited until you got home."

"You're useless," Mello sighed. "Anyway, Matt, this is-" he looked to make sure no one could overhear the conversation "-Anya. Anya, this is Matt."

"Wait a sec," Matt said, "you said your sister was older than you."

"She is," Mello replied. "We're twins, but she was born first, technically making her older."

"You never mentioned you were twins!" Matt hissed.

"I did," Mello said, "you were just too busy with your damn games to pay attention to what I said, just like with classes, or anything thing else that required you to pay attention. How you didn't fail the classes I wasn't in with you, I'll never know."

"They were computer classes," Matt replied. "I already knew that shit."

I smirked slightly, holding back a laugh. Who knew the guy who sounded so mature and confident on the phone was actually a geeky, shy, immature -not to mention good-looking, guy like this?

Okay, what the hell!? I thought I had dealt with the hormonal teenager thing enough that it wouldn't distract me! Guess not... I fucking hate being a teenager! People don't listen to you unless the threat of having a bullet in their brain is looming over their heads, people still treat you like a kid, you're still trying to make an identity for yourself, and on top of all that, there's the goddamn hormones.

Yet people wonder why I can be so bitchy... seems legit on their part. Not.

"Get your shit paid for and your ass back to the apartment," Mello said, turning and walking back to the laptops.

"It's been nice meeting you, Anya," Matt said.

"Nice meeting you t-" I began, only to be cut off by Matt gently pressing his lips against mine for a moment before pulling away and quickly walking to the cash register.

I stood in that spot for a moment, dumbfounded. I mean, you don't just go up and fucking kiss someone you just met. At least, in Russia, anyway. Although I've spent enough time here to assume American culture is the same way.

"Hey, get over here!" Mello called, dragging my attention away. I walked back over and stood beside him, returning my gaze to the laptops behind the glass.

"Why are you blushing?" Mello asked. "Did Matt try something?"

He didn't try, he did.

I shook my head and pointed out a couple models. "How about two of these, and one of each of these?"

Mello shrugged. "It's your money."

"Okay, so go get someone who can get them out for us," I said.

"Why do I have to?"

"Because I would like to avoid talking to people until my accent isn't so bad."

What? Can a teenage girl not be self-concsious about anything? The answer is no, she can not.

Mello laughed at me a bit, giving in nonetheless. He came back a few moments later with a woman who, after pointing out the laptops we were getting, opened the glass case and got them out, handing them to us.

Surprisingly, she didn't ask why we were getting four laptops with only two of us.

Each of us taking two, Mello and I walked up to the counter and paid for them. I sighed, pulling the bills out of my wallet. $1500 for one laptop, another was roughly $800, and the other two were both $750, adding up to a grand total of $3800... and that wasn't even with the taxes added on.

Dimitri was going to pissed when he found out that I went and spend almost $4000 on laptops.

Especially since the most expensive one that was almost half the total cost was a gaming laptop... Forget hot water, I was going to be in boiling water when I got back.

A.N. Yes, those are actual laptop prices... where I live anyway. The cheaper ones are the same price mine was, the next one up is the same as my mom's, and the gaming laptop is using the price of an Alienware laptop... those things are fucking expensive as hell.