A/N: This is what I get for thinking about summer and discussing plans with my family. And, miracle of miracles, I've gotten a chapter story out of myself! :D To clarify, Matt and Mello will be going sightseeing. It should be fun.
Prologue: The Proposition
The Summer sun burned blazingly hot and fiery over LA. Tourists crowded the streets; filling the Kingdom of Magic, poking their heads into gaudy shops, and sunning themselves on the sandy beaches. The mere sight of it all was disgusting.
Mello stood at a dirty window, his chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth and eyes focused on the swirling mass of heads below. Matt was, unsurprisingly, playing video games from his position on the floor. His body slouched against the bottom of the couch. How typical.
It was on dull summer days like these that Mello gained the most nagging feeling of restlessness; the urge, the need to go out and do something, go somewhere. However, the urge did not include frolicking among the throng of tourists. No, that would be too painful.
Mello gave an exasperated sigh and turned from the window. He flopped himself over the arm of the beat up plaid couch and turned his head so he was facing Matt's red mop.
"Yo," Matt said, eyes not leaving the TV screen.
"I am so bored," Mello said in a monotone. "I want to go do something, but if I leave, I'll probably get trampled by a herd of tourists."
"Mmm…" came Matt's eloquent reply.
Mello sighed again and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the room seemed unbearably hot, like the concrete haven below him. Mello's eyes snapped open. And the room seemed unbelievably small, walls growing closer together, closing in, caving in, consuming. The dingy walls were falling on top of Mello.
He pushed himself up from the couch abruptly, inhaling sharply through his nostrils. He couldn't stand it any longer, he had to leave. It hit Mello then, like a bird flying into an airplane.
"Hey, Matt…" Mello began.
"What…?" Mat asked, obviously distracted by his game.
"Let's take a road trip."
Matt actually paused his game, a rare occurrence. "What did you just say?"
"I said a road trip, idiot! You know, driving to nowhere! We both still have money from L's inheritance, let's just go!" Mello's anger was mounting. Explanations were not his forte in any way, shape, or form.
"What?! What the hell should I do?!" Matt asked, still utterly bewildered by Mello's odd proposal.
"Pack, idiot!" And with that, Mello stormed off to their shared room to clean out his drawer and dump its contents into a suitcase that he had found only God knows where. Matt shut off his game with a scowl and trailed after Mello. He dug the heel of his hand into his forehead as he walked down the dusty hallway. Matt supposed he should pack too, if Mello was really serious about this. He kicked open the door of the hall closet and began to rifle through its contents, finally extracting a red duffle bag that matched his hair almost perfectly. Matt then shuffled into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Holy… What the hell, Mello?" For the second time that day, the question had been asked. The blonde had strewn all of his possessions around the room. A stack of chocolate bars on the dresser, shirts and pants on the bed, and a few guns and knives were scattered about the room. A blue toothbrush on top of a pile of shirts completed the ensemble.
"What?" Mello questioned innocently. Pointing at the dresser, he instructed Matt, "You better start, too. I'm giving you fifteen minutes."
Matt sighed heavily and opened his own dresser drawer. Why wasn't he putting up any resistance? What the hell was wrong with him? Why should he even care?
Matt pulled out one of his favorite striped shirts, a pair of jeans, a pair of socks, and began to stuff them into the bag. Then he dragged his feet into the bathroom and threw his own green toothbrush in with the rest, along with a tube of toothpaste. It was going to be a long day.
Fifteen minutes later, Matt was sitting behind the wheel of his car, feeling bitter that Mello hadn't allowed him to take his beloved Play Station 3 along. Matt had insisted that it would get lonely without him. Mello had heartily disagreed and told him to put the thing back, adding that plastic didn't have a heart so that it even could miss him. Matt had pouted, but he shrugged now. At least he had brought his DS with him.
Matt was startled out of his reverie by the loud slam of Mello pulling the car door shut. As Mello shifted about, Matt turned the keys in the ignition, the old Camero revving to life.
"So…" Matt began. "Where exactly are we going?" He gripped the steering wheel.
"I don't know. Do you want to go anywhere?" Mello leaned back into the seat.
"No? What? I don't know. Home. Let's just turn off the car and go home."
"Are you kidding me? Matt, we can go anywhere in the entire damn United States, and you want to go home?!"
Matt's eyes widened. "Uh, Mello… Well, you know this thing doesn't get great gas mileage, right?" Matt loved his car, but he had to admit that it wasn't very economic.
"Yes. That's what some of the inheritance money is for. Let's just go, alright?"
"Whatever," Matt shifted the car into first and backed out of the parking space.
Mello flipped radio stations and finally settled on some blaring rock station as Matt entered the freeway and the Camero hit a steady 65 mph. Matt and Mello were on the road.
A/N: A huge thanks to Inuyasha4eva for betaing! :D And thank you for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it! :)