You sunk my battleship o___O... lol I have no idea what I'm talking about. Chapter 2 here, i hope if anyone at all plans on reading this that they enjoy it

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Death Note except my fanfiction, I do however claim my characters.


-Early next morning, in cafeteria-esque room-

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. He couldn't believe his eyes. Were the new kids actually sitting at their table.
"What the hell is this man?" Mello asked more to himself than to the other two standing beside him.
"What is it now Mells?" Matt complained. Only 8:11 am and Mello was already bitching about something.
"Why are they sitting at our table?" The blonde asked, again more to himself.
"Does it really matter?" Near spoke up. For the sheepish little white-haired boy, he didn't give a damn where those two sat because he much prefered the ground.

Mello was not going to stand -or sit- for this, he strode on over to the table, preparing to confront the three.


"Hate to break it to you girl's, but this is our table." He declared.
"What's your point?" Sloan turned around and stood up. The two blondes were instantaneously glaring at each other. In addition to being new, the trio of females didn't know that 'round these parts, The Wammy Boys' (Near, Mello and Matt) ran things.
"My point is fucking move your ass to a different table." Mello raised his voice slightly. "You think that we're going to move for some pre-madonna Barbie like you? Heh-heh, I don't think so." Sloan was getting extremely aggravated with this kid.
"Shut your mouth, I ain't no Barbie!" He yelled. In the backround, Abbie cringed at the use of the word ain't. Sloan cringed for a slightly different reason.
"Hey desperado, you just spit on me!" she screamed. "You better watch yourself boy, or I'll knock some sense right into ya!"
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." Mello mocked her, and hey, he really was wearing boots.
Jay and Abbie were masters in "Sloan Body Language" and that boy was about to get a mouthful of fist.
"Geez Sloan everytime you meet a guy it's the same thing." Abbie teased hoping to get Sloan to focus on her. The blonde female relaxed slightly and tossed Abbie a scathing look over her shoulder. "Look all I'm saying is calm down, okay?" Ab pleaded

Sloan backed down, that was rare, but not when the cause was Abbie telling her to. Mello felt very high and mighty at that moment. It was then Abbie offered "Why don't you boys' sit with us? It'd be nice to talk to someone around here" She flashed a very enticing smile.
"That'd be fine. Right Mello?" Matt slightly glared at his blonde friend. He was extremely tired and he didn't need to hear anymore complaining over a freakin' table. "Fine" Mello swept his golden bangs out of his eyes.
"Yay" Abbie clapped, "Sloan get your ass over here."


The Wammy Boys' had retrieved their breakfast and sat down with the newbies. Mello already hated 2 out of 3, he was just waiting
for the other one to open her mouth.

"So, can I get your names?" Abbie asked sweetly.
"I'm Matt" The red-headed gamer raised his hand slightly. "I am Near." The sheeply child spoke from his spot on the floor. "And you?" Ab asked Mello, who for some reason was unable to look her straight in her freakishly yellow eyes. "I'm Mello, what's it to ya?" he introduced himself in a rude manner.

"Well I am Abbie" she bowed her head slightly. "That sexy beast right there is Sloan" Abbie jabbed her thumb in Sloan's direction.
"And that is--" "Jay, my name is Jay" Jay spoke up. A minute of silence passed and then Abbie asked "So Mello. Are you like, gay or something because that get-up is awfully tight." The blonde twitched at the question. Matt answered for him, "No, he just has a thing for leather, he doesn't wear it everyday, just Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday."
Sloan snorted. "That's uh, pretty interesting."

"Behave Sloan or I'll have to touch you." "Are you speaking Korean to me?" "Actually it was Thai." So that was one question the boys' didn't have to figure out, Abbie was the one with the linguistic skills. "You guy's know nothing about us do you?" Jay asked. The three males shook their head. "Well, my god. I would have expected them to at least tell you our names"
"No, we just know what you're good at...well more like we know the things, just not who they apply to." Matt said.

"Breakdancing, poetry, math, physics, street fighting." Sloan announced. "Biology, anthropology, cello, chemistry, psychology." Jay added
"Whipped cream." Abbie blurted. The other five stared at her. "What?" she asked innocently. "That's why they call you 'Everclear'" Sloan slapped her forehead. And at the party everyone else was going to know. "Inventing, constructing, repairing, guitar, piano, multi-lingual, insomniac." Abbie yawned. Yes, insomniac but she does have medication for it so she is able to sleep, god help us if she couldn't.


Over an hour was spent between the six, just getting everything out there. "Well I suppose we'll see you later then." Mello said, he left the table and Matt and Near followed. "Sloan, would you be mad if I told you I like that blonde kid?" Abbie asked.
"Eww Ab, come on. You can do better." Sloan groaned -pardon the rhyme-. Even so, there was something about him that Abbie instantly was attracted to. I wonder what it was. The trio left the table and hurried off to their room. Even though it was hours away, the girls' were planning everything out for the party yet to come this evening.

I wonder what Abbie plans to do.


Haha, sorry the ending is kind of dumb.

Also, I made kind of a mistake last chapter. This chapter was supposed to be called " Meet the Wammy Boys'"

Next chater is the real, "Wammy's Welcoming"

R&&R......please?