Friends and Lovers

Chapter One: Meeting

"Ugh..! Seriously?!? Again??" Doppio, a 17 year old highschool graduate was screaming at his TV.  He'd been playing Gears of War all day, trying to get past the horde of locust to unlock the next part. He'd officially died his 7th time when he decided to just give up. He groaned, feeling defeated as well as realizing he had work in an hour.  "Shit.. I only have about twenty-five minutes to get ready.. and to get to work will take about.." His thoughts aloud were interrupted by a sudden ringing.

He slowly picked his half charged phone. Automatically he realized the caller. "Ah! Risotto!" He gleamed with joy realizing at least his best friend would be at work with him. Maybe hed even pick him up. He clicked the small green icon. Automatically Risotto began with "I'm sorry Doppio, I have to call off. I got sick from when I was at Melone's again." Doppio sighed lightly. "Oh okay well, I hope you feel better!" He was interrupted by the raspy voice again. "Ahem, as I was saying I'm sick today but I called my friend to ask him to drop you off at work. You remember Diavolo right?" Doppio suddenly remembered his one interaction with the man. He simply waved and smiled. "Um.. yeah?" Doppio reassured gently. "Well, hes getting you. He said he would. Dont worry, hes trustworthy. Also, he will be there in 30 minutes. Bye!" Risotto snickered into the phone, knowing doppio was definitely not prepared. 

"Shit shit shit shit!" Doppio ran to his room, stressed over the fact that Risotto threw him into a sticky situation.  He mentally cursed him. He quickly ran to the shower, trying to relax a bit. He decided to just use his shampoo conditioner mix which was strawberry scented. While showering he accidentally slipped on the mess he'd made from frantically dropping his shampoo everywhere. Face first of all things. "Oh.. come on seriously? Today of all days?" He began to rant to himself. He got out and wrapped a towel around his slender waist, clearing the mirror to see the damage done. Luckily it was only a cut across his right cheek. He ran his fingers over his new cut, wincing at the pressure. "Ugh I hope I have bandaids still."  He slowly picked his phone up, checking the time. Fifteen minutes had already passed. "Can I just get a break." He spoke softly.  He began to put on his uniform, a light purple shirt with a red bowtie and a black vest. He pulled his black pants up and put his belt on. He had two more minutes. He began to pull his shoes on until he heard a bell ring. "A..ah! That must be him!" He quickly finished putting his shoe on, bolting out the door with his hair still soaking. He locked it quickly and turned to the man beside him with a smile.

The man in front of him towered over, his cheeks lightly flushed. "U..um hello, I'm doppio." Doppio listen his hand to shake Diavolo's, only for Diavolo to lightly hold it in his soft grasp.  "I'm Diavolo. Nice to see you again. It seems you were in a rush?" He finished his sentence softly lifting Doppio's hands to his lips, a small smile forming. Doppio's cheeks lit up, this man was polite, much more polite than any he'd ever met. He then felt a hand brush to the side of his head. "Would you like me to do your hair for a minute? We'll get to your shift on time. I promise." Diavolo had asked politely.  "Yes please." Doppio flashed an innocent smile at the man towering him. He noticed everything.  His beautiful cheekbones, his painted purple lips, his long luscious hair. His clothing was simple, but pleasant. A wine red shirt, tucked into waist high skinny jeans.  His shoes were even an expensive brand! Doppio flinched when he suddenly felt the cold metal touching his neck, being diavolos various rings. Diavolo smiled lightly at Doppio. "There. Finished. May I ask why you have a cut on your cheek?" Diavolo politely questioned. Doppio had forgotten all about it. "Ah.. I fell earlier. No big deal!" He grinned cheerfully.  "Hm.. well that's no good, especially for a beautiful face like yours. We'll patch it up in my car. Sound good?" Doppio flushed at him. Did he just call him beautiful? He'd never heard that one before. Diavolo lightly grasped at Doppio's smaller hand and opened the door, letting him step inside.

As Doppio sat down, he heard Diavolo enter the opposite side. Diavolo rummaged through his bag, an expensive leather one at that. How rich was this guy? He pulled out a purple bandaid, lightly putting it on doppios freckled cheek. He caressed it lightly, the corners of his purple lips lifting. "There. All better." Doppio lightly touched where the warmth had once been, smiling at the touch. "So, Diavolo, are you still in school?" Doppio began, as diavolo shook his head. "I graduated a year ago. You?" "Ah, I did this year actually." He replied bashfully. On the way to work, they'd exchanged numbers and learned a bit about eachother.

Diavolo had a job when he was sixteen and his dad had actually given him quite a lot of money in exchange for all of the help he was given. He had a cousin named Trish, a fourteen year old and he had six cats, Callie, Marie, Marine, Akechi, Joker, and of course Kira. Doppio had to admit, this man was truly beautiful in every aspect. Soon, theyd been cut off, due to arriving. Doppio smiled at Diavolo, thanking him for the ride. Diavolo gave him a nod in return. "Well, I'll see you then!" Doppio gleefully chimed. "Ah, of course. Good luck at work my dearest doppio." Diavolo grinned earning a flushed response from Doppio. He watched as Diavolo drove away, waving to him. He smiled as he walked onto the carved pavement of the large pizzeria and restaurant.  La passione, one of the most fine restaurants of all time. Now was time for work, he thought as he strode in. Little did he know, the day would be much more rough than usual.