AN: First of all, I do not own Death Note, George Harrison, or any such person affiliated with them. I own my ideas and that's pretty much it.
So what started off as a running gag, side comments, and many, many jokes, an associate and I decided to test ourselves to see if we could attempt to seriously write a Death Note high school AU story. It starts off silly, and it's mostly for humor, but we tried to make something someone might enjoy.
(The odd chapters are written by my associate. The even chapters are written by myself, so the styles may change slightly)
1
I Want To Tell You
Mello sat with his friends, Matt and Near, in the cafeteria. It was another boring old lunch on a boring old Wednesday at boring old Wammy High. All the students sat in their cliques eating whatever the main course for the day was with the usual sides of milk, smiley fries, and a cookie the chef, Miss Pita, baked at home. Matt, personally, rather enjoyed the smiley fries; they were happy human contact he could make without the fear of making actual contact with real humans. Mello and Near were more apathetic towards them.
But Mello was especially apathetic today. He hadn't even touched his lunch because he was far too enchanted watching Bonnie Birthday, Third highest ranking student at Wammy High, sitting with his friend, Annette (Second), and his brother, L (First). The group laughed together as they, no doubt, made logarithmic function jokes and B, ever so slyly, placed and arm around A's shoulder. Mello yearned to have B's attention with all his young heart, yet knew it would be impossible. He was in Fifth place and was merely a Sophomore while B stood above him as a Senior.
"Are you alright, Mello?" Matt asked, looking up from the two smiley fries he held. He made them have a witty conversation with eachother and noticed something was wrong when he didn't hear Mello laugh at the punchline. It couldn't have been that the joke simply wasn't funny. After all, Matt was one hilarious gila monster.
"Huh?" Was all Mello could think to say, looking back at his group. Thoughts of B holding him as they made witty observational humor at the expense of Giraffes and Physics continued to swell in his head.
"You haven't touched your food at all, not even your chocolate chip cookie. What's wrong?" Matt frowned, before eating his actors and last two smiley fries.
"It's nothing. I'm just not hungry, that's all." Mello answered as he started fiddling with the cookie.
"That's my line." Near butted in, not bothering to look up from his card pyramid. Near was on a starvation diet ever since Linda made a comment on how his shirts were starting to fit more snuggly on him. Linda was the kind of person who could accidentally send a country into anarchy by her word alone.
"What's it matter?! I'm just not hungry, okay?" Mello snapped. He wasn't one for interrogating. Getting back to staring wistfully at the smart table, he noticed B had turned his head and they'd accidentally made eye contact. The blonde's hair stood up on end as he quickly turned away.
"You okay, Mello? You're blushing." Matt observed, even through his orange-tinted goggles.
"No. YES! I'm- Yeah, I just... Class." Mello stammered as he got up with his tray. It's embarrassing enough to have the man of your dreams catch you eyeing him. It's a whole other ballpark when your friends notice your perfectly cool and collect facade melt. He'd barely heard Matt over how loud his heart was beating. They had to have heard him, maybe even seen him staring. Did they know? But more importantly, did B like him back?