The entire situation had been accidental, a set up worthy of a Nancy Drew novel—minus the murder mysteries.

Dante hadn't even been planning on coming over that day, his plan was to try and flirt with Trish from fifth period, maybe conveniently run into her down at the mall where it was common knowledge she frequents every Saturday. The girl could be on her death bed and Dante doubted she'd care. But, she was a good looking girl, with sunny blonde almost white hair and auburn eyes, good tits and an eager smile—you just couldn't find combinations like that in high school now-of-days, he needed to act fast before she decided her nonexistent virginity actually mattered.

That's around the time his best friend Nero called him up and said he'd be coming home early.

It was the middle of April, right smack dab in the middle of spring break and Nero had left with his siblings a week and half before the two weeks break started, going on holiday to visit a few family members up in Fortuna, while Dante toiled away here and tried to occupy his time any way possible.

Now—this posed a problem. He could go off and proposition smoking hot Trish or go hang out with Nero like a good best friend should. But…Nero would understand, he knew Dante had a libido to keep up with, it wasn't exactly a secret. Though, they also agreed—as cheesy as it sounds—that their friendship would always be far more important than any chick (no matter how nice her tits were.) Huh. He probably should have paid more attention in his debate class.

Eventually Dante settled on something along the lines of 'I've got all week to get laid' and set off towards Nero's house. He pulled a hoodie over his head (because the clouded sky above didn't promise any warm weather) and called a cab to his house. Now, Dante was perfectly capable of driving his parent's car. He'd gone through the trials of drivers ED and eventually made it out alive—with the edition of a new license. He simply liked cabs, made him feel like he was from some big city that actually mattered. He also liked the cab drivers, they were always chatty people once you got them going and Dante took cabs so often that most of them knew him by name.

This time he lucked out and happened to get one of his favorites.

Dante jerked the handle back with a grin, sliding into the front seat cheekily. "Kid, what have I told you about sitting in the front seat? Customers sit in the back."

"Aw, is that any way to greet your favorite customer, Lucio? I thought we were friends!"

Louie rolled his eyes, tan fingers running along the steering wheel as he started off down the street once more. "Last time you were in my cab, you and your little friend spilled fucking god knows what on my back seat and it took me forever to clean that sticky shit off the leather."

"I notice you're driving. I haven't told you where to go yet." Dante pointed out, ignoring his first statement altogether.

"I can see a ten sticking out of your pocket. I assume a ten means Nero's?"

Dante barked a bit of laughter, running his pale fingers through his thick silver hair, pale eyes regarding him with a smirk. "Oh, Lucio, you know me so well."

"Yeah, well, I've been driving you around on occasion ever since you were fucking thirteen. What kind of parents you got that lets their kid ride around in taxies whenever he feels like it?"

He shrugged, watching as the first sprinklets of water dropped on the window. "The kind that don't mind me burning through their money, I guess. They never really said anything about it before. I've figured out by now that they don't particularly enjoy confrontation. The way I see it is, as long as I'm not getting into any conflicting trouble, it doesn't really bother them, right?"

"Whatever you say, kid."