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Mello also stood up, gathering together his food, looking at Near.
“Are you coming too?” The white haired one asked, quite worried.
“If you want me to, I mean, where do you live? Maybe we live close enough, and I could give you a lift.” Mello spoke.
“Down near 5th Avenue, how about you?”
“Down near 6th, Want a lift?” Mello smirked, making Near just a little bit scared.
Mello started to walk out, to which Near followed, into the cold, rainy street.
“The cars just in the car park wait here and I’ll pick you up?”
Near nodded, watching Mello walk off, with just a jumper and scarf on. Near waited for a few minutes, waiting for the car which would get him out of the weather and home, where he could read some books and get a nice hot drink, like tea, or coffee. They sold perfectly good ones in McDonalds, but there’s nothing better than a drink out your own kitchen, except for Starbucks, in Nears honest opinion. Maybe if he hurried, and ran a little, he could go get a coffee and be out in time for a lift home. Maybe he could get Mello something too, to say thanks, or should he just invite him in for coffee? Near decided on the latter, he had some coffee in, and some biscuits, and a nice couch, a very nice couch in fact.
Sooner rather than later, Mello’s car came down the street. Near could tell as the horn was honking, the window was open, and Mello was shouting
“Near! Is that you?” To everyone that had dared to go outside in the weather.
The door of the car opened when it reached Near, prompting him to climb in, and close the door. The car was warm, a nice enveloping heat that made him go red in the face. Mello sat, watching the road, looking like almost a perfect driver, if not for the fact that every so often, he’d hit the kerb, swear and carry on, only to do it again a few minutes later. It was quite a bumpy road, with Near exclaiming a “Ooh!” every time they hit the kerb or went over a bump, forcing Mello to wonder if he’d ever been kicked off a bus. What a noisy passenger he was.
All too quickly, they had reached Nears house. The car halted to a stop, but Near made no move to get out of the car.
“Isn’t this your house Near?” Mello asked “You did say 5th Avenue didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, I didn’t realise we’d stopped…” Near reached for his seatbelt, and unclasping it, releasing the seatbelt. “Want to come in for some coffee? I mean, you don’t have to, but just to thank you.” Near smiled at Mello, a small innocent smile, barely even moving his face.
Walking up the steps to where Near lived, the rain now a fine misty rain; the sort of rain that still gets you drenched, even if you’re not out in it for long.
“You know, Near, if this was a date; I’d be kissing you at your door and hoping you invited me in for coffee.’
“Good job this isn’t a date then.’ Near muttered, trying to put the key in the door.
Nears house was a small thing; barely any room to move, and just the bare necessities; a TV, couch and a table in the living room. The walls were dotted with pictures of Near, he presumed in his younger days, and a big, larger picture of a family.
Mello sat down on the white couch, which matched with the white walls, and leaned back. The sofa had a few black pillows on, all precisely placed, just like everything else in the room seemed to be, almost as if everything in the room had a set place to be, which it probably did.
“How do you like your coffee?!” Near shouted from the kitchen, making Mello jump out of his daydream.
Mello replied “I like it black. All black, no milk or sugar, just plain thank you” his voice getting quieter the more he spoke as he relaxed more into the big sofa. The more he stayed in the room, the more it felt homely, with some clothes on the drying rack, and the medium sized TV, he felt as if he could just have fallen asleep right there and then, but maybe if Near wasn’t singing so very loudly, and the person from next doors TV booming through the wall, he could have. Near brought the coffee through, turned the television on and sat down next to Mello.
“So what’s your job Mello?” Near asked, his feet curled up on the sofa, and head resting on the headrest.
“Uh, I work in an office, financial sector. It’s a big company, but I still don’t get paid enough.” He laughed. “I’m taking it you work in a bookstore then? How is that?”
Near smiled. “I’m actually studying at university. I want to be a journalist, but working in a bookstore has its perks. I get discounts on the books I need, so it’s not all bad. About your job Mello, Is it a company I’d have heard of?” Near looked on at Mello as he shifted about to face Near.
“I work at the phone company in town; I just add things up and take them away really.” Mello frowned at the mention of his work and quickly changed the subject. “You at University then? Is this house your own?” Mello wondered aloud.
“The house is rented; I’m too poor for anything else. Most of the roommates I’ve had all moved out, apparently, I’m too tidy.”
Mello scoffed.
Near took a sip of his drink, and turned to face the TV. He reached for the remote and turned it over. It was half past seven now, and his favourite programme was on. The white haired one was deeply engrossed in the show, whereas Mello really wasn’t.
“Can we turn it over?” Mello whined, placing his drink on the coffee table. “This is boring!”
“What would you rather watch?” Near said, sounding quite pissed off.
“I would honestly rather not watch any show at all. In fact, I’d rather shoot myself. “The blond laughed, “Hm. Got any alcohol? Might make this show more interesting.”
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Mello made a face, “Never ever?”Arial">
“Never ever. Never seen the point, why would you kill brain cells and act like a prat? I’d much rather just stay at home and read. Do you drink a lot Mello?”
Mello made an even worse face. “All the time, I might even be drunk right now! In fact, come to my house tomorrow; and I’ll make you some drinks. Just in my house so you’ll be okay and it’s only round the corner. Don’t worry, I’m not a pervert.” Mello winked at Near as he sounded the last sentence, making the white haired boy anxious to see what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
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“Are you coming too?” The white haired one asked, quite worried.
“If you want me to, I mean, where do you live? Maybe we live close enough, and I could give you a lift.” Mello spoke.
“Down near 5th Avenue, how about you?”
“Down near 6th, Want a lift?” Mello smirked, making Near just a little bit scared.
Mello started to walk out, to which Near followed, into the cold, rainy street.
“The cars just in the car park wait here and I’ll pick you up?”
Near nodded, watching Mello walk off, with just a jumper and scarf on. Near waited for a few minutes, waiting for the car which would get him out of the weather and home, where he could read some books and get a nice hot drink, like tea, or coffee. They sold perfectly good ones in McDonalds, but there’s nothing better than a drink out your own kitchen, except for Starbucks, in Nears honest opinion. Maybe if he hurried, and ran a little, he could go get a coffee and be out in time for a lift home. Maybe he could get Mello something too, to say thanks, or should he just invite him in for coffee? Near decided on the latter, he had some coffee in, and some biscuits, and a nice couch, a very nice couch in fact.
Sooner rather than later, Mello’s car came down the street. Near could tell as the horn was honking, the window was open, and Mello was shouting
“Near! Is that you?” To everyone that had dared to go outside in the weather.
The door of the car opened when it reached Near, prompting him to climb in, and close the door. The car was warm, a nice enveloping heat that made him go red in the face. Mello sat, watching the road, looking like almost a perfect driver, if not for the fact that every so often, he’d hit the kerb, swear and carry on, only to do it again a few minutes later. It was quite a bumpy road, with Near exclaiming a “Ooh!” every time they hit the kerb or went over a bump, forcing Mello to wonder if he’d ever been kicked off a bus. What a noisy passenger he was.
All too quickly, they had reached Nears house. The car halted to a stop, but Near made no move to get out of the car.
“Isn’t this your house Near?” Mello asked “You did say 5th Avenue didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, I didn’t realise we’d stopped…” Near reached for his seatbelt, and unclasping it, releasing the seatbelt. “Want to come in for some coffee? I mean, you don’t have to, but just to thank you.” Near smiled at Mello, a small innocent smile, barely even moving his face.
Walking up the steps to where Near lived, the rain now a fine misty rain; the sort of rain that still gets you drenched, even if you’re not out in it for long.
“You know, Near, if this was a date; I’d be kissing you at your door and hoping you invited me in for coffee.’
“Good job this isn’t a date then.’ Near muttered, trying to put the key in the door.
Nears house was a small thing; barely any room to move, and just the bare necessities; a TV, couch and a table in the living room. The walls were dotted with pictures of Near, he presumed in his younger days, and a big, larger picture of a family.
Mello sat down on the white couch, which matched with the white walls, and leaned back. The sofa had a few black pillows on, all precisely placed, just like everything else in the room seemed to be, almost as if everything in the room had a set place to be, which it probably did.
“How do you like your coffee?!” Near shouted from the kitchen, making Mello jump out of his daydream.
Mello replied “I like it black. All black, no milk or sugar, just plain thank you” his voice getting quieter the more he spoke as he relaxed more into the big sofa. The more he stayed in the room, the more it felt homely, with some clothes on the drying rack, and the medium sized TV, he felt as if he could just have fallen asleep right there and then, but maybe if Near wasn’t singing so very loudly, and the person from next doors TV booming through the wall, he could have. Near brought the coffee through, turned the television on and sat down next to Mello.
“So what’s your job Mello?” Near asked, his feet curled up on the sofa, and head resting on the headrest.
“Uh, I work in an office, financial sector. It’s a big company, but I still don’t get paid enough.” He laughed. “I’m taking it you work in a bookstore then? How is that?”
Near smiled. “I’m actually studying at university. I want to be a journalist, but working in a bookstore has its perks. I get discounts on the books I need, so it’s not all bad. About your job Mello, Is it a company I’d have heard of?” Near looked on at Mello as he shifted about to face Near.
“I work at the phone company in town; I just add things up and take them away really.” Mello frowned at the mention of his work and quickly changed the subject. “You at University then? Is this house your own?” Mello wondered aloud.
“The house is rented; I’m too poor for anything else. Most of the roommates I’ve had all moved out, apparently, I’m too tidy.”
Mello scoffed.
Near took a sip of his drink, and turned to face the TV. He reached for the remote and turned it over. It was half past seven now, and his favourite programme was on. The white haired one was deeply engrossed in the show, whereas Mello really wasn’t.
“Can we turn it over?” Mello whined, placing his drink on the coffee table. “This is boring!”
“What would you rather watch?” Near said, sounding quite pissed off.
“I would honestly rather not watch any show at all. In fact, I’d rather shoot myself. “The blond laughed, “Hm. Got any alcohol? Might make this show more interesting.”
“I don’t drink anything apart from coffee and tea and soft drinks.”mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
Mello made a face, “Never ever?”Arial">
“Never ever. Never seen the point, why would you kill brain cells and act like a prat? I’d much rather just stay at home and read. Do you drink a lot Mello?”
Mello made an even worse face. “All the time, I might even be drunk right now! In fact, come to my house tomorrow; and I’ll make you some drinks. Just in my house so you’ll be okay and it’s only round the corner. Don’t worry, I’m not a pervert.” Mello winked at Near as he sounded the last sentence, making the white haired boy anxious to see what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
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