Disclaimer- I own ABSOLUTELY nothing besides le plot ;c. Deathcard is based off of an awesome band Yellowcard.
Summary: Maka loves Deathcard. After a forced kiss between her and the lead singer, what will happen? Will she stay with the band, or continue living her bland, cruddy life?
This is stupid... Maka thinks, They never even liked the band.
Maka walked away from the screaming girls. She flipped her black hood over her head and sat outside of Shibusen. Her favorite hoody read 'DEATHCARD'. She put in hear ear phones and cranked up her iPod and started tapping her foot to 'Rough Draft'.
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone,
Before you knew that I was there…
So you wrote it down,
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there.
Sorry if I'm not prepared.
Is it hard to see what your substitute,
For me and my thoughts of you
It's eating me alive to leave you.
" 'Scuse me, but this is Shibusen, right?" A man asked followed by four others.
Maka didn't look up, or even open her eyes, she didn't even hear them.
The first man, with stark white hair sat next to her, smirking he took one earbud out and listened to the song. Maka finally noticed and looked over to the man about to give him a nice jab in the gut, before she covered her mouth and bowed. Standing before her, was Deathcard.
A/N: Okay so should I continue? This is my first published fanfiction. This chappy is a little short, but it's just a prologue. Review and tell me if I should continue?
This is based off Yellowcard, but I changed the characters around.