I walked into the bathroom that was located in my room, our room. I glanced in the mirror. I honestly didn't care at all what I looked like, as long as I was different, which I was. My hair fell down to the middle of my back and it was a dark chocolate color. My eyes were amber with green rims. A light sheet of freckles dusted over the bridge of my nose and cheeks. My teeth were a blinding white and perfectly aligned due to braces. I wasn't necessarily skinny, but I wasn't disgustingly overweight either. I was healthy. My clothes consisted of black skinny jeans, an old red shirt cut into a tank-top, and black checkered Vans. The loud bang of a door hitting the wall startled me out of observing myself. I am just a bit narcissistic.

"Where's the douche I have to show around?" an unknown voice sounded, more than likely Mello

"Mello, be patient. Beau just stepped into the washroom," Near said, confirming my suspicions.

"Shut up, Sheep," Mello said to Near. How rude.

Banging on the door of the bathroom was heard next.

"Hurry the hell up! I haven't got all night!" Mello screamed at me.

Sighing, I opened the door casually stepping out and come face to face with someone who appeared to be an angel in unbelievable tight black leather.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Mello scolded me.

Ignoring his question, I said, "Hi, Mello. I'm Beau. I was told you were supposed to give me a tour of the orphanage." I didn't want to argue over something as petty as what I was looking at.

"Whatever. Come on."

He escorted me out of the room. It was unbearably silent as I followed behind this gorgeous boy. His hair was a golden blonde that stopped at his shoulders. He was toned as well. The tight leather the boy was wearing graced me to see every muscle in his back flex as he walked. His shirt stopped right above his naval and was sleeveless. His pants hung low on his hips not showing an underwear line. I automatically assumed he wasn't wearing any. God, I wanted to jump his bones right then and there.

"So, uh, how long have you been here?" I asked him tired of the silence.

"A while" was all he replied with.

"Hello, Mello," a skinny red haired boy said skipping up to us a DS in hand.

"Hey, Matty," Mello replied.

The DS was playing a familiar theme song that I just couldn't place.

"What're you playing?" I resorted into asking the Matt character.

"Hi there, stranger! This? ," he asked gesturing to his DS, "It's Kingdom Hearts: Dream, Drop, Distance."

"Holy shit. No way. I absolutely adore Kingdom Hearts. I personally prefer Kingdom Hearts II. Too bad I didn't bring my PS2, though. I don't even think the kid I'm sharing a room with has a TV. By the way, My name is Beau," I told him.

"Well, you can come play it on my PlayStation in me and Mels's room if you want to, Beau!" He offered me.

"I'll have to take you up on that, Matt," I said beaming at him.

"No the hell you won't. You're not allowed in my room at all, dumb bitch." Mello seethed at me.

"Excuse me. What did you just call me?"

"I didn't stutter. I called you a DUMB. BITCH."

"Last I recall, I have been nothing but polite to you. You're the one acting like a drama queen on her period. If anyone is a bitch, it's you, and as for the dumb comment, I'm sure if I was dumb I wouldn't be here of all places."

"Humph. Whatever."

A cute giggle broke me from the glaring contest I was having with Bastar-, I mean Mello.

"Your giggle is adorable" I offhandedly said at the same time as Mello asked, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Sorry, Mels, but you just got served. This girl is good," the unnatural red head replied while glancing at me with an expression I couldn't quite place, but it looked oddly like confusion.

"Whatever. I guess you are pretty cool, though. Better than any of the girls here at least," Mello said to me.

"Wait a minute," Mello had a look of realization come across his face, "You let her play on your precious PlayStation, but not me?! What the fuck?"

We had arrived back at my dorm. Mello didn't even show me where anything was. Oh well. I'll get someone to help me in the morning. It's only Saturday, anyway. Mello turned to the door opposite of mine and stormed inside slamming the door shut behind him.

"Don't listen to him. He's just angry that I don't let him play on my video game consoles, but who could say no to a pretty face like yours. Plus, he has anger issues, obviously. He'd break them, but you're welcome over anytime," he winked at me then retreated into Mello and his room.

I turned to my room and gently open and closed the door. Near was still sitting on the ground surrounded by a Lego city.

"Welcome back, Beau. Was you meeting with Mello pleasant?" he asked me monotonously.

"It was alright. His friend, Matt, is rather nice though," I answered truthfully.

"Matt is kind. I expected you and Mello to get along despite his obnoxious behavior. You seem like his type of person," he replied.

"Do you ever hang out with Matt and Mello, Near?"

"Matt will uphold a conversation with me on occasion, but Mello does not like me. I always best him in everything, not on purpose, of course. He's always a point or two shy of beating me on tests and it angers him. Just seeing me makes him angry. It doesn't bother me. That's just how Mello has always been."

"Well, what're your friends like, Near?"

"I do not have friends. I keep to myself and my toys."

Near was starting to look tired. I checked the time on my alarm clock. It was 9:30. I must have gotten here really late.

"Well, if you ever want someone's company, don't hesitate to come to me. I'd be glad to be your friend. I'm going to go change into my pajamas and so to bed, 'kay?"

I walked into the bathroom to change. I put on a spaghetti strap shirt with my blue Hollister hoodie and some black cheer shorts. When I walked back into the room, the light was off and Near was in his bed.

"Goodnight, Near."

"Hmm. Night, Beau. Friend."

I hadn't been lying in bed for ten minutes before there was banging on the door. I glanced up at the alarm clock in the room and it read 9:50. I sat up into a sitting position on the bed and threw the covers off me. I marched over to the door and threw it open.

"What the FUCK do you want?" I seethed at the people behind the door.

"Whoa," Matt breathed looking me over, "I wish Roger paired her with us."

"Calm your boner, Matty. There wouldn't be any space for her in our room. Where would she sleep?" Mello said ignoring me.

"I could share my bed," Matt replied to him smirking at me.

"Are you two done? What'd you want anyways? I was almost asleep," I told them tiredly while running my fingers through my hair. It was a habit. I wasn't angry at them. They had already grown on me. No surprise there.

"We wanted to know if you would come hang out with us. Matty here won't shut up about you. She's just so perfect. She plays Kingdom Hearts, bro. Kingdom Hearts. I think I-,"Mello said imitating Matt, but getting cut off.

"I'm not the only one. Matty, she bested me. That girl. She's got spunk. If anyone fucks with her I'll-," Matt cut in wearing that smirk again. It looked good on him.

"Of course, I'll go hang out with you guys. Can I stay like this? I'm comfy." I asked.

They both ran their eyes over me as if they were scanning me.

"I don't see a problem in it. Do you, Matt?" Mello said smirking at me and him in turn.

"None at all, Mels."

They turned and headed into the room across the hall. I guess they expected me to follow.

Their room was fairly clean. The beds weren't made, but the rest was picked up. One bed had a black comforter on it and the other just had red sheets on it with a Mario comforter on the floor next to it. I'm guessing the one with the Mario blanket was Matt's bed. Just call it a hunch.

"So, what're we gonna do?" I asked.

Mello went and sat on his bed with his back against the wall and his knees bent with his arms resting on them gently. Matt sat down on the window sill, his hands rummaging in his jean pockets. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting the cigarette, he brought it to his lips and took a long drag. I just leaned against the wall with my arms crossed. How cool was I?

"How about a game of truth or dare?" Mello suggested.

"Hell yeah! You're a genius, Mello," Matt said with excitement then turning to me he says, "Mello is the king of truth or dare."

"Really now? Well, bring it on," I replied with a knowing smirk. I was practically fearless after all. What could two boys think of that's that bad? However, I underestimated Mello. I underestimated Mello a lot.