AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY (and mello) PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN L! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Kira and the Krias.
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On the night of the concert I put on some actual shoes for once in my life. Underneath them were actual socks. Then I put on a plain white T-shirt that wasn't pyjamas because I wanted to look good for Mello. I put on some pants too, which was a rare thing for me since I'm a lazy piece of shit. I curled my hair and made it look like mashed potatoes. I felt a little depressed then, so I dealt with my emotions in a healthy way. I read a depressing book while I waited for Linda to get out of the god damn bathroom because she takes so god damn long to get ready and I listened to some KATK. I painted my nails white and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some white lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Mello was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Keikaku t-shirt ((Note from BeyondSeptember12: Keikaku means plan)), tight black leather pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
"Hi Mello!" I said in a slightly pissed off but mostly indifferent voice.
"Hi Near." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said M1HA3L) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Kira and the Kiras. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Kira and the Kiras.
"I come in cold, I'm covered in blood
They're all so happy I've arrived
The doctor cuts my cord, hands me to your mom
She sets me free into this life." sang Light (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).
"Light is so fucking hot." I said to Mello, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Mello looked angry.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Mello sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Light and he's going out with Misa fucking Amane. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Mello. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Mikami and Light for their autographs and photos with them. We got KATK concert tees. Mello and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Mello didn't go back into Wammy's, instead he drove the car into… the Yellow Box Warehouse!