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Mello woke me in the morning with a harsh shake to my shoulders, muttering about how we were going to be late to get out of here. I massaged my neck with a hand as it felt like he was trying to snap it off, before crawling out of bed, rooting around for clothes. I started towards the bathroom for a shower but Mello stopped me, gesturing to the pile of clothes in my hand. "Put them on, it's too late for a shower now, you can have one when we stop again."

I squirmed in annoyance. "I really need a shower."

"Too bad. It's five to twelve. So get your clothes on and get your ass downstairs."

I grumbled, tugging on my clothes, shooting a dirty glare, which I realised didn't work as well as I hoped when he smirked and rolled his eyes instead of screaming in fear. Dammit.

Mello all but shoved me out the room and down the stairs. B was already in the lobby, long fingers digging into a pot of sticky red jam that was coated around his mouth. The receptionist was staring at him as he happily slurped at his digits, covering his mouth more than before and sticking them back into the pot. I couldn't blame her, even I would've stared if some guy dressed like a tramp with massive bags under his eyes, hair that looked like it had never heard of a brush and hunched posture was crouching on a chair, eating jam straight from the pot and getting more on his face than in it.

B smacked his sticky lips and put the jar down, sticking his tongue out to lick at the excess that was pretty much everywhere. Mello's eyes widened slightly at the complete state of B, his foot twitched slightly as if geared to run from the monster of sloppiness, (Don't even ask how he managed to put up with me, it's escaped my knowledge too) but he stopped himself and let a devilish smile curl on his thin lips. "Ready to go?" He asked.

Beyond nodded, reluctantly putting the jam jar down before sauntering out to the car, opening the door and sprawling across the backseat with ease. "One of you two's driving." He waved his sticky fingers at Mello tauntingly, before settling back. Mello let out an exasperated sigh before climbing into the drivers seat, waiting until I was in the car before pulling out of the parking lot. "We need to find a place to live."

"Very smart Beyond, would you like a cookie or something for your genius deduction?" Mello said, swerving to the left and speeding down the road.

"That'd be nice." Beyond retorted.

"Oh shut up."

Beyond grinned, looking out the window in amusement at the passing fields and random houses that seemed to be in the middle of fuck all. "We could just buy a rundown place. It's not that weird. Say it's a fix up project, just like this hunk of junk."

"Don't insult my baby." I told him, stroking the dashboard. "Is the freak saying bad things about you?"

"I'm the freak?"

"Shut up both of you. It's hard enough to concentrate." Mello snapped. "It would be safer to get a fixer upper. Buy a house dirt cheap and then build it up, won't look weird just going to the DIY store or whatever." He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment, thinking. "Just keep driving for a while longer. If you spot somewhere then just say."

Beyond nodded in boredom and I shifted my position to get a better view out the window. The sun had set long before B finally sat up straight and jabbed a thin finger at the window. "There!"

"Where?" Mello asked, pulling over to the side of the road, I could hear a few pebbles fly up from the dirt and scrape along the paint. I let out a small shudder at the torture my baby was going through, patting the leather seat gently. Mello swatted at my hands, turning my head until I caught the sight of an old rundown ranch style house. Mello looked at me expectantly.

I shrugged. "If it's got a roof, electric and a bed then fine."

A triumphant grin spread across Mello's face as he climbed out the car for further inspection.