Barbie Boy, Chapter 2: Princess Mello

A/N: damn I forgot how much I loved this story.

Umn, no we can't kill off Mello's parents, although you're really going to want to! I'd just like to state this right now, Matt and Mello are not getting older than 6 years old in this story. Therefore, no lemons…sort of…umn, you'll see what I mean a few chapters (ahem, the things little kids do when playing dress up XD) ANYWAYS…something that kind of bothers me is this: nobody has questioned why I'm writing a 6-year-olds' love story in the M-section. Kudos if you can guess why.

Oh and, Matt mispronounces stuff. So when you see stuff like 'tiss' instead of 'kiss' or "tofeat' instead of defeat, those aren't typos. ^_^ Oh c'mon use your imagination.

"I gotsta peep!"

"Matt! I told you to go to the bathroom before we left the house and you said you didn't need to."

"That's umn, 'cuz I was busy, but now I gotta peep really badly." Squeaked the freckled boy, his legs shaking hard against his booster seat.

"Can you hold it until we get to the park?" sighed Gina Jeevas. Her son's head bobbed up and down in a resounding 'yes.'

"What were you so 'busy' doing, Matt, that you couldn't go to the bathroom?"

"Well I had to tofeat the goombas and then Bowser went all shoom shoom shoom," Matt used his hands for emphasis, "and Mario, he…he…umn, he umn…did this thing with the fire that made all this asplosion and then it was all flying in space and umn, umn then I got a shell. "

Mrs. Jeevas wondered vaguely if enrolling him in school would end her son's loquaciousness. Her hope quickly died however, as the redheaded boy continued to explain the many functions of using a 'nocket nozzle' and a 'yoshi'…whatever those things were. And while she was more than a bit peeved that the child spent more time playing with video games than with other children, she couldn't help but smile as he explained how he wanted to 'save the princess' from whatever a 'Bowser' was.

"Why do you want to save the princess, Matt? Don't tell me you're in looooove with her!" teased the woman, a few loose auburn strands flying into her mouth.

"Mooooom! Don't talk about my girlfriend like that!" Matt gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Pfft!" Gina nearly missed the intersection to turn into the park, so amused she was with her son and his imagination that she didn't pay full attention to the road.

"Don't laugh! Someday I'm really going to save a princess. And then umn, we'll get married and tiss and live in a castle with a fountain of chocolate milk! And no one will tell us to stop eating cookies. Umn. Umn. But you can't come." He huffed, crossing his arms.

Matt Jeevas wasn't the most social of children, but he had a lot of energy. He loved it when his mom took him to the park, because he could run around and scream and jump with complete strangers. There was something safe about not making friends. Friends hurt you. Or at least that's what Matt's cousin Near always told him. Don't get close to people, he'd say, they only make you cry. Matt didn't like crying. Matt liked laughing, but not when his mom laughed at him, because that was just mean. He wasn't going to talk to her if she was going to be mean to him.

Matt's mother sat on a bench, watching her child interact with the other children. There was a blonde woman sitting next to her, a copy of Vogue spread across her lap. Mrs. Jeevas eyed her a bit before speaking.

"Do you mind if I light up?"

The blonde woman looked up sharply, her magazine dropping to the floor, "You'd smoke in a public park where children play?"

"I…" Gina sighed, but decided to remain civil, "If it bothers you, I won't. But yes, I would like a nice boost of nicotine right now."

"Maybe if you had kids, you'd understand. Second-hand smoke is dangerous for kids to—" but the blonde was cut off.

"Excuse me? First of all, I am a mother myself. Secondly, I was courteous enough to ask if it bothered you. You think you're all high and mighty that you can just lecture me? Honey, have you seen yourself in the mirror? Those love handles aren't what they were when you were fifteen, now are they? Take care of your own body before you preach to others about theirs."

Both women had clenched their fists. The dislike was instantaneous and mutual. They sat in utter silence for a full ten minutes before another blonde woman walked up and spoke to the first.

"Halle! Thanks so much for watching Mello for me while I took Misa to the dentist. You're a life-saver." Gushed Leanne Keehl, hugging the woman who sat on the bench.

"No problem, Leanne." Halle said to blond lady. They said their goodbyes and the woman sat down, noticing the sour look on the redhead's face.

"Hi, my name is Leanne, my son is playing around here somewhere." Mrs. Keehl extended her hand.

Mrs. Jeevas shook with her, replying, "I'm Gina, nice to meet you. My boy is the little red fluff ball in the stripes, over there by the swings."

The blonde woman squinted, "The one in the goggles?"

"Yeah! That's my Matt. He needed glasses as an infant but how do you keep such things on a baby, right? So the optometrist suggested prescription goggles. He's always worn them."

"How funny!"

The two women chatted for a while, learning that they lived merely blocks away from each other. The Jeevas family was new in the neighborhood and Mrs. Keehl was quick to offer any assistance to her new neighbors. They hardly paid attention to their children until the goggled child ran up to his mother, flushed with excitement.

"Mom! Mom! Guess what?"

"What honey?"

"I have a girlfriend." Piped up little Matt, a smile taking over his whole face. "She looks just like Princess Peach!"

"Really? What's her name, honey?"

"Ummn…ah!" he slapped his hand to his forehead. "I forgot to ask her!"

Leanne smiled at Gina, "They want to grow up so fast, don't they?"

Matt's mother laughed in response. Both women watched the boy run up to a blonde child who was sitting alone on a swing. The children's verbal exchange ended with Matt pecking the other lightly on the lips, much to the amusement of Mrs. Jeevas. Mrs. Keehl, however, seemed in shock.

"Something wrong?" The redhead asked.

The blond woman swallowed deeply before answering. "Umn, I'm afraid there's been some kind of misunderstanding. That child isn't a little girl. That's my son, Mello."

Matt's mom is a lot more likeable than Mello's parents. And omgosh! Sorry but I LOVE his interactions with Mello! :D

Umn,,, review please?