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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 21:58:50 GMT -5
Most Stories start with the main character. This one doesn't. It's a normal day, in a small town, in rural Arkansas. The most fucked up, podunk place in the world. Full of bigotted assholes and idiots galore.
And Matt hated it. Every second he spent here was a second spent in a cesspool pit of humanity. There were only two things that made it bearable. His best friend, Near.
And his boyfriend, Mello. they'd been going out for almost a year now. Secretly. Seriously, if he'd known the secret to getting a guy was a connection with a chocolate-outsourcer, he'd have hooked Mello a long ass time ago.
He loved his boyfriend beyond all beleif, and it hurt that they had to hide it at school. almost as much as the idea that his best friend was hiding that HE was gay, after Matt came out to the quiet albino almost three years ago.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:07:42 GMT -5
Mello moved here because his father had been forced to. The business he worked for needed him to start up a company here, and so, once again, Ivan packed up his family and moved them into the middle of no where. It had been this way for years. Since Mello was a child, every five or so years, his father packed up and moevd them to some other hell hole. The first few times, it had been nice. California and Florida were beautiful, New York was an amazing place to live, and Mello got into the art district, and met his first boyfriend there, and came out to some of his really close friends. But, it didn't last long. Now, they were here. In the middle of the South, where Mello felt trapped. He hadn't come out to his parents, knowing that they'd throw him out, but it was why he insisted that he get a job. he worked in New York, and he worked here too. But, his job wasn't as good as the one he had in New York, at a little bakery, and a French restaurant. Now, he worked in a department store. And he hated it. But, he could afford his car insurance and gas, so it was better than nothing. He had a small savings, but payment was so little here, that he was lucky he had that.
Maybe when he was in college, he could build up money again. "No, fucktard." Mello said, slamming his locker, glaring at Matt. The blonde was also much harsher on Mello when there were people around, it was just how he hid being gay here. Everyone here liked Mello, and respected him because he was strong, blonde, and very blunt. He was the southern ideal for a man, muscular, blonde, blue eyes, and intelligent. "You need to stop fucking failing so you can get accepted to a college with me. I want to live in New York again, and I want you to come."
Near was watching the two of them. He knew about the two of them, and helped them cover up sleeping over one another's houses and anything else they did. He didn't get involved, but Matt was his best friend, and he'd do anything for him. They were the only ones in this red neck town that had any intelligence and hadn't been inbreeding since the civil war. He was dressed simply, wearing lose fitting pants and a shirt that was too big for him, since he didn't like tight clothes. They always made him hot.
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:15:49 GMT -5
Matt pouted, "But I don't WANNA, Mels, I hate school. I'll just work, and you can go to school, and it'll be like our own little jay and silent bob routine." He smirked, as if that wasn't obvious enough.
Good thing Near was there, or this would look like a lover's spat, and that would seriously fuck them over in this little town. Ever since Trevor Downy came out, no one dared fucking say a thing.
That's what happens when a guy gets shot.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:18:51 GMT -5
Near sighed. "I think Mello is right Matt. Any college degree would help you stay away from this place, and you'd be happier doing something with computers, since that's what you'd do now anyway. Just go and get certified and be a nerd, and do online stuff. Why is that so hard? You'd get scholarships and stuff. My dad will probably have to pay for most of it, since he gets paid so much." He shrugged. Near's father was a lawyer. The most successful lawyer in the area. Most of that was because he was white, with a beautiful wife, and two sons. No one mentioned the fact he'd gotten divorced and the fact that one of his son's was an albino loser. But, still, Nathaniel was much like Mello, which made him naturally successful.
"Just do something and come with us so we don't have to drag you around, alone, okay?"
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:22:24 GMT -5
The red-head muttered something about laziness, before sighing. He wasn't giving up, so much as just not arguing anymore. He didn't care, really. He could get certified anywhere, or hell, just hack the database and put his name in the registry. That'd work.
He looked around, noticing almost everyone was gone. "You gonna come over tonight, Mels?" he asked, curious. Mostly cuz his dad was a mechanic, and a druggee, and never really came home at night. His mom was always passed out drunk, so she didn't care.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:29:41 GMT -5
Mello shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose I could, but I have to work until 9:30, so you need to make me something to eat for when I get out." It went without saying that Matt could cook very little, but the things he could cook where amazing, especially since he put so much butter and grease in everything. "You can make whatever, and it better not be fucking pizza, again, okay?"
Near smiled, enjoying hearing them argue. "Are you making me dinner too?" He asked, expecting them to tell him that he could be there until Mello got out of work. Nathaniel was paranoid and Near had to be home before 10, or Nathaniel would start searching for him. He was worried that Near would get hurt like his mother had. Mental illness wasn't taken well in the south, and she was murdered. They never found her killer, and no one was really looking.
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:36:00 GMT -5
Matt grinned, "Of course, Near. Not like i can leave my best friend hanging, now can i?" He teased, smirking. To anyone else, it looked like the three of them were best friends, like most boys were. But in this case, Near was really their saving grace. Two boys as close as Mello and Matt were were fags. Three boys? that was normal.
"I'll make fucking lasagne, okay, get over yourself." Matt teased Mello, sticking out his tongue.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:42:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, but pay attention this time. Last time you fucking burnt it, and I have a long ass hour shift." The laws in the South were the same, but Mello was rarely allowed to take breaks because he was the only one smart enough to do all of the jobs his work required, so, although he was paid next to nothing, he did more than most of the managers. He was always hungry and tired after work, especially since he did a lot of running around from one part of the store to another. "Any chance you want to make me a chocolate cake too?" He teased, smirking at him.
Near looked more interested in cake than lasagna. "cake sounds like it might be better." He said, a little amused. The whitenette found it strange that he had an easier time being around Matt and Mello than he did in his own family. His family had always resented him. His step-mother was a beautiful, sweet woman, but she didn't enjoy raising her husbands "other son" from his "first marriage." He couldn't say he blamed her. His bedroom was on the first floor, while his stepmother and father, and his brother, slept upstairs. It had always been that way. He was kept at arms length from his family. He rarely even ate with them, even when he was there for meals. He either ate in the kitchen, not in the dining room, or in his room. And he was okay with the fact he was kept at arms length from them. It had always been that way, even with his mother.
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:44:36 GMT -5
Matt had noticed this back when they were in middle school, and had decided that Near was safer in his own home than anywhere else. It wasn't right that families had to be so fucked up, his, Nears, even Mellos! What the fuck was this country doing anyway?
Matt had been raised in the south, so he'd always had that smooth southerners drawl, and it was hard not to fall into it to tell Mello to, "fuck you and your chocolate cake."
He grinned, however, because he knew he'd be making cake tonight.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:48:18 GMT -5
Near was fine with his living arrangement. He was lucky. His father could have put him in foster care, or just, handed him off to another relative. But he took him in and took care of him. Near was dressed, he ate, when he wanted to, he went to school, and was giving an allowance to spend on what he wanted. In Near's case, he spent almost all of it on books. He read a lot. Nathaniel was of course proud of that, since he was exceptionally well read. But, still, Near knew that his father was ashamed of him. He just, couldn't admit it to anyone.
After school, Mello dropped Matt and Near off at Matt's house, changed, and left his backpack in Matt's room and then went to work. Mello had stocked his trunk with everything he needed, and could live out of his car for at least a month. He had everything, even Matt's favorite brand of cigarettes. He'd long since given up getting the red head to quit smoking. But, Mello made it very clear, while Near was around, that he wasn't allowed to smoke in either one of the bedrooms, especially in the bed. Nor was he allowed to eat in bed anymore.
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:51:18 GMT -5
which was just fucking sucky, considering his laptop was by his bed. But whatever. He tugged Near into the house, and started gathering ingredients for home made cake. No box shit for his best buds. fuck that.
He grinned, pulling out eggs and flour, and mixing them into the bowl together, going mainly by a recipe he'd memorised a long time ago.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:53:47 GMT -5
Near watched Matt, sitting in one of the tall chairs, his feet dangling above the floor. "Do you want me to help you?" He asked, wondering if Matt was going to make the lasagna from scratch too. He usually stayed out of the way until someone asked him to help. At least, he did with his family. Matt was the only person he offered any opinion, or assistance. His step mother hated having Near anywhere near the kitchen, especially because the one time she'd let him try to make something, he dropped it and ended up in the E.R. because he cut his hand trying to clean it up.
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 22:55:34 GMT -5
Matt turned, looking over his shoulder, and grinned, "Of course you can help, get over here. I need you to stir this while i start making the noodles for the lasagna."
He planned to make the entire thing from scratch. It was why he'd pulled down a can of tomatoe sauce, and a block of parmesan. he was the only one who did any of the shopping in his house, so he was allowed to get pretty much whatever he wanted.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 14, 2012 22:58:49 GMT -5
Near walked over and started to mix the cake batter. His memory was as good as Matt's, so he was able to mix the ingredients for the cake without instruction. But he was feeling ambitious, so he tossed in half a bag of chocolate chips, knowing that Mello would appreciate it. And, Matt would likely get credit. Near had no issue with Matt taking credit for it either. He buttered the pan and poured it into the tin pan and put it in the oven, and turned the A.C. up a little. It was almost 100 outside, and with the double oven on, it was more than just a little warm in the kitchen.
"Matt?" Near asked quietly. "Do you think that it'll be different, when we move out of here?"
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Post by otakulady89 on Aug 14, 2012 23:03:19 GMT -5
Pausing to remove his shirt, Matt quickly rolled out the dough for the noodles, and cut them. He looked at the oven, taking note of what time Near put it in, and then went back to mixing cheese with the dough, and spreading it into he pan. Meat and then sauce went in next, and finally, he covered it in a layer of cheese. He threw it in with the cake, and then sighed.
"Yeah. A little. I mean, we won't have to hide anymore, that's for damn sure." He muttered, dusting off his hands. "And, we'll be able to do pretty much whatever we want."
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