[Not Him;]

Chapter 1;

Jadee: This is my first story on here _ So please not too many hard reviews D= If i get any that is LOL.

Livv: I'm sure you will :D Hehehe thanks for putting me in this story Jade x)

Jadee: Livv is an actual friend of mine in real life. (Yes i have friends)

*Livv hangs of Mello's waist*

Jadee: o_o

Livv: Mine o.o

*Dives on Mello too*

Matt: Ladies :D There's me too. Mello looks like a girl and... AHHH-

*Both dive on Matt*

Mello: Jadee doesn't own Death Note or it's characters.


It was raining the night Jade and Livvy arrived to Wammy's Orphanage. By raining, it basically meant a full on storm and everything. The windows clattered from the sounds of thunder. Matt wasn't quite sure whether it was a storm of good luck or misfortune soon to come. Well, he was sure to find out.


Jade sat in a chair next to Livvy. They're both soaked in Roger's office, both edged closer to each other by the second through their nervous attitude in unfamiliar places.

Roger took his seat at the big wooden desk filled with papers and other things you'd find lying on a desk.

"Arrangements have been made," he said softly. "You may both live in the same room together, to make your stay here more comfortable. Your things have already made their way here and if you have any questions or complaints, come to this office any time."

With that, the two newly made orphans were left to find their own rooms.

Why had their parents abandoned them for smoking weed, they'd never know.


Matt hunched over his Game boy SP playing Pokémon Blue. His Level 67 Charazard will defeat this Level 74 Ninetales, his life depended on this battle.

Fuck, why isn't this Ninetales dying?! His brain was working furiously to win.

Fail.


Livvy flopped on her new bed.

"At least these beds don't make squeaking noises like yours." She smiled. "I reckon you couldn't have sex on them from the amount of noise that's made when you just turn over." Jade giggled, it was true.

BANG o.o

The two girls screamed.

"What the flying fuck?!" Livvy screamed.

A small "sorry" came from next door.