A/N: Warning: multiple POVs! And a longer chapter. :D hope you guys likey!
Before confusion starts: POV order:
-Matt
-April (I have deemed the girl's name to be April, and April it shall be!)
-BB (He's going to go a bit OOC here….)
-Matt (again. I just really like writing in his POV okay? It's fun…hehehe….)
-A (so I don't really know what he/she looks like or acts so it's kind of like oc-ish)
-April (again.)
How lucky can one guy get? I asked myself while I stared at the ceiling, my arms behind my head, as I half-listened to my blonde roommate who was talking about something while looking for some of his chocolate stash in his drawers.
I had an awesome best friend and an amazing girlfriend, who's not only smart, but practically perfect in every way. I sighed at the thought of her.
Her short strawberry red curls, framing her usually rosy face and the cute smile she always had whenever she would see me, the bright colors of clothes she wore was completely opposite of my bland striped shirt and vest, but don't people say opposites attract?
"Hello? Earth to MATT! YO MATT! I know you can't stop thinking about your girlfriend, but can you listen to me for ONCE!" Mello yelled as a pillow smacked me on my head.
"Ow. What?" I moaned as i turned to Mello who was still looking for chocolate.
"I asked you what you and your girl are going to do for Valentine's Day tomorrow," Mello asked.
My mind completely blanked out at the thought. I totally forgot it was tomorrow. Perfect. The day where you show your 'special other' how much you care and I forget.
"Damn," I quietly muttered, but not quietly enough because Mello instantly stopped looking for his chocolate and turned to me with a devilish grin on his face, his ice blue eyes lighting up in some strange and sickening sadistic way.
"You forgot?" he asked.
"Uh..." i said, sitting up and rubbing the back of my neck as i looked away from Mello.
"You forgot?" he asked again, turning to look at me, and his grin broke into a crazy laugh. "Dude, you're so going to be in dog house after this!" Mello howled as he clutched his sides.
"Actually, I'm not getting her something, it's more of a doing something for her," I improvised.
"Hmm? Like what?" Mello asked, curiosity soaking his voice as he stopped laughing and got up.
"I was going to do something…" I said, trying to give myself time to make up something as I looked down and started fiddling with my thumbs.
"Don't tell me you're going on a date to some fancy smancy dinner, because that is one of the most overly used, not to mention cheesiest, last-minute Valentine's Day things ever," Mello said, rolling his eyes as he went back to look for chocolate. When I didn't respond, he peeked over his shoulder as I continued fiddling my thumbs.
"Hehe hehe," I said as a low chuckle escaped my lips. "About that…"
I see Mello then face palm and walk over to my bed, flopping himself down on it.
"Matty, my boy, let me tell you about girls and Valentine's Day," Mello said, putting an arm on my shoulder.
I sighed, "Mello, I-"
"Girls expect to be treated super nicely, blah blah blah," he droned on as I started daydreaming about what I would do for April tomorrow.
"Then, when you guys finally get married, you guys will have some super romantic honey moon where you guys will f-" Mello continued.
"MELLO!" I yelled, as I covered my ears, not wanting to hear any more.
"Well, it could happen," Mello shrugged, casually getting up and going over to his bed.
"Mello, I already have an idea," I said as I lied down.
"What is it?" he said as I turned off the light.
"For me to know and you to find out," I told him, smirking for my plan to come into action for tomorrow.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
"Oi, wakey wakey," I heard as I peeked my eye open one at a time, the light from the laptop still glowing in the pitch black room.
"Err," I mumbled, curling myself up as BB took the blanket away.
"Five more minutes," I mumbled, trying to fall back asleep. My eyes popped open as I felt myself being lifted from the bed.
"B," I groaned as BB picked me up over his shoulder and was walking me to the door and opening it, "can't I sleep for a couple more minutes? Please?"
"You can sleep in your own room," he grumbled.
"Who peed in your jam?" I mumbled.
"I heard that," he said, a bit of humor returning to his voice as he put me down in the hallway.
"Okay, see ya," I said, starting to turn around.
"April."
"Yes?" I turned around as BB lightly pecked me on my cheek and quickly shut the door in my face.
"What was that for?" I asked, knocking on his door.
A slip of paper came out from under the door. As I bent down, I realized it was a black and white polka dotted heart shaped card.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
This poem is stupid,
But love is too.
Happy Valentine's day.
-B
I chuckled as I slipped the card into my pocket and tip toed over to my room. Judging by the light, it was still early in the morning.
I snuggled into my covers as my mind drifted off to sleep, where I dreamt of jam, video games and the color red.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
I sighed deeply as I leaned against the door, listening for her reaction.
I heard her chuckling then as she walked away.
How stupid am I? We never agreed to any of this when we started. I asked myself as I walked away from the door, a strange feeling in my stomach.
The main agreement was that we would give each other for what we wanted, no strings.
She wanted attention, and I wanted my twisted sadistic desires satisfied. How hard would that be to fulfill?
But now that we're spending more and more time together, I'm more eager to see her every night, more nervous, but this feeling, it's a strange one, but can it really be the emotion I'm thinking about? Can I actually be falling for April?
No. I shook my head, returning back to my laptop on the floor, trying to immerse myself in busy work, but my thoughts drifted back to April. The way she screams, music to my ears, the taste of her blood mixed with strawberry jam, heaven.
I need a second opinion in this, I decided and I got up and went out the door to confer with another fellow Whammy member.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
I knocked on April's door, the following morning.
"April?" I knocked again, but hearing no sound, I cautiously opened the door.
Curled up underneath her covers was April, her room a bit messy due to all of the papers with story ideas on it.
I tip toed slowly into the room as I joined her on her bed, putting my arms around her and smelling her hair which smelled like strawberries. She snuggled into my arms, and turned around, so her face was towards me.
"Hey," I whispered, giving her a small kiss on her nose. She scrunched up her nose as her eyelids slowly opened, revealing her grey eyes underneath her shadowy lashes. She gave me a small smile when her eyes met my green ones.
"Why are you here Matty?" she asked, closing her eyes once again and snuggling closer to my chest as I wrapped my arms tighter around her.
"What? I can't wish my beautiful girlfriend a happy Valentine's Day?" I asked, amusement in my voice.
She chuckled, her eyes still closed. "Mmm, well, what do I get on this special day then?" she asked, opening her eyes, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well, you'll see tonight," I winked at her.
"So you won't tell me?" she asked, an eyebrow lifting up and putting her arms around my neck.
"Nope."
"We'll see about that," she said, bringing her face closer to mine.
"Huh?" I asked, before she crushed her lips to mine, hers tasting like strawberry jam as our lips quickly moving in sync as she licked my lower lip, quickly slipping her tongue into my mouth.
As we separated for air, she asked, "So you're still not going to tell me?"
"Hmm," I pretended to ponder, "do I get another one of those again?"
April gave me a quick peck on my lips and asked, "How about we just go down to breakfast before Mello goes on another crazy rampage on Near, hmm?"
I groaned. "Fine," I said, as I got off the bed, lifting her up with me.
"Now, go," she said, pushing me out of the door so she could get ready.
"I'll miss you!" I yelled as she closed the door, chuckling.
I walked down the hallway as the genius students of Whammy's walked around me, giving out chocolates, and things. I even spotted a multiple couples making out, clearly not ashamed of PDA, and I yelled out, "Get a room!"
As I entered the café, I saw my best friend surrounded by pounds of chocolate, his blue eyes lighting up at the sight of all of it, his mouth covered in the dark brown food.
"How did you get all of that?" I asked him as I sat down across from him, pulling my DS out of my pocket.
"Well, I have multiple admirers," he gloated, scarfing down another chocolate bar.
"Clearly," I said, picking one up and looking who it was from. A smile came to my face when I saw who some of the chocolates were from.
"Dear Mello, are you lost? Because you must be an angel who fell from heaven. Have a great V-Day babe, love Jon," I read aloud, watching Mello's reaction when he realized who the chocolate was from. Mello's eyes widened in confusion then quickly turned into a steely glare as I busted out laughing due to the cheesy joke and his reaction.
"Wait, what?" he yelled as he turned around to look for Jon.
"Does he know you're a guy because I'm pretty sure that Jon is straight," I gasped out, a bit unable to breathe after all of the laughing. I looked around for Jon and soon enough, I saw him staring at Mello with a love struck expression.
"How do you know Jon's straight?" Mello mocked.
"Cause he's dating Linda!" I yelled.
"Sure, that's how you know," Mello said, rolling his eyes.
"Well at least people can tell I'm a guy," I muttered under my breath.
"What the fuck did you say Matt?" Mello yelled, standing up abruptly and glaring at me.
"Fighting again guys? And Mello, don't eat too much chocolate. You could break out at ruin that pretty girly face of yours," I heard behind me.
We both turned around to see the most annoying girl in the world: Linda.
I sighed. "What do you want, Linda?" I asked, as Mello sat back down and gave her a death glare that would have anyone shitting in their pants.
"Oh, just to give you this, my Matty-poo," Linda chirped, her ugly betty glasses, riding down her sharp pointy nose, her jet black hair slick with some unidentifiable substance, just ew.
"Uh, thanks," I said, reluctantly taking the box of chocolates, wondering if the contents were safe enough to eat.
"No problem," Linda said cheerfully, giving me a wink as she walked away.
"Matty-poo?" Mello tease, trying not to laugh, but couldn't control before he started having a laughing fit behind me.
"Don't," I growled at him, turning back around and back to my DS as I threw the box of chocolates at Mello.
"Hey, so what are you going to do for April today?" Mello asked, sorting out his chocolate.
"Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm going to need your help on that," I said, pausing my game and looking up.
"Why? What do you want me to do?" Mello inquired, his curiosity peaked.
I leaned over the table and whispered for what my plan was later that night for April.
"No."
"But, Mello, please," I whined.
"Hell no."
"Mels!"
"Fuck no."
"Please MELLO!" I yelled, attracting the attention from most of the students of the surrounding tables.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Mello yelled at them, as they quickly turned around.
"Pretty please Mels?" I asked him, giving him my puppy dog eyes.
Mello sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."
"Yay!" I squealed, giving Mello a hug which he took awkwardly.
"It's a good thing you're a boy Mello or else I would think Matt is cheating on me," April said, chuckling behind me.
I looked her up and down and couldn't believe what she was wearing.
"What did you do to my shirt?" I asked, looking at her. She was wearing my shirt, which she decided to snip a few pieces here and there and made it a one shoulder crop top with most of the sleeves gone and she sew a big red heart on it. She wore fingerless netted gloves, tight dark black skinny jeans, and bright red high top converse. She looked perfect.
"Oh, I just modified it here and there," she said, blushing under my staring.
"Hey Matt, clean up your drool," Mello said, throwing a napkin at my face as I blushed.
"So," April trailed off, as she sat next to me.
"Hey April," we heard. All of us turned around, shocked to see A standing behind us, his shoulders a bit slumped, his dark blonde hair messy, hands casually in his pockets. A usually never talks to anyone but B, and that wasn't often. If A wanted to talk to someone, it was usually important and urgent.
"Yeah?" April asked hesitantly, her grey eyes full of confusion.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked, "Privately?" he said, glancing at both Mello and me.
"S-sure," April stuttered out.
Something was definately wrong.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
-Minutes Earlier-
I was reading a book when I heard a knock on my door.
"Yes?" I answered, my eyes not leaving my book until I saw who came in.
"Hey, A," B said, walking into the room and flopping down on a chair, in the corner of my room.
"What can I help you with today B?" I asked him, putting down my book.
"Well, I need some advice," B started, pulling his pocket knife out.
"Put that away B," I sighed, as he put back the knife.
"So what advice do you need help in?" I asked, getting up and walking around the room.
"I think I may like-" he started before I cut him off.
"If this is about April, I know about you guys," I said, walking towards the window and looking outside.
"Wait, what?" he asked, feigning surprise.
"I know about you guys," I said slowly, continuing looking out the window and the happy kids playing outside.
"How?"
"You guys aren't always the quietest people on the planet," I answered back tartly.
"So what do I do?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"I get nervous whenever I'm around her nowadays, I think I may like her," B said, pulling out his knife again, starting to play with it.
"Stop it," I said.
"Stop what?"
"Liking her."
"Why?"
"Because she's dating Matt already," I answered, turning around.
"That was her idea. She never really liked him anyway," B said under his breath.
"What?" I asked, if I heard clearly. "What do you mean she never liked him?"
"Don't you see A?" B said, chuckling and getting up and walking towards me. "It's just an act."
My eyebrows scrunched down in confusion. "An act?" I repeated like a little kid.
"Yes. Don't you see? It's all a mask." He said as he walked around me, playing with his knife in his hand. "She puts on a whole charade of the sweet, innocent girl, with a normal boyfriend, during the day, but at night," B continued, "she's completely different. She's cold, mean, manipulative, just the opposite."
"I don't understand," I said, confusion in my brain as I walked to sit down on my bed again.
B sighed. "April is an act. Her sweetness is an act. Everything you know about her is an act."
"But why does she do it?"
"Attention of course," B replied calmly.
"Attention?"
"Yes. We made a little agreement. She meets into my sadistic desires, I meet into hers. Simple."
"But?"
"But I didn't think it would go farther than a couple of nights, but now I'm starting to fall for her," B said, taking my place at the window. I noticed that his knife was now covered in red. I saw his wrist as the red liquid slowly made itself down his arm towards the hardwood floor.
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because, it's nice to get things off your chest, ne?" B turned around, a smile almost mirroring a creepy Cheshire cat.
"And if you tell Matt," B said, starting to walk towards the door, when suddenly he turned around and threw something, I could feel his knife whiz by my head, only inches away from hitting me, "I won't miss," B finished as he walked out the door.
I lay down on my bed, deciding what to do. Matt's a good kid. I don't want to see his heart broken. And if what B's telling me is true, April's just going to string along poor Matt. Matt wouldn't believe me if I told him, and that's not the way I want him to find out. I need to expose April for who she is, once and for all.
After deciding what to do, I got up and went out my door, heading for the café.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
"So what do you want to talk about A?" I asked cautiously. We were standing outside under an old oak tree that had yet to grow its leaves back.
"I know," he said, staring straight into my eyes, his auburn ones, piercing my grey ones.
"Know what?" I asked calmly, trying to keep up my mask.
"You and B," he said.
"B and me?" I asked, faking false accusation.
"Don't play innocent," A snarled.
I scoffed. "I guess you found out," I said, taking away my mask as I met his glare with my own with my own scary smile.
"More like B told me."
"Ha. So what do you want from me?"
"I want you to break up with Matt. He doesn't deserve this," A said.
"Deserve what?"
"You using him!" A yelled, pushing me up against the tree.
I started laughing. "He's just temporary. I was going to move on," I told A, as I stroked his cheek.
"You bitch," A growled.
"You can call me anything you want," I winked as I pushed him off of me, "the attention is nice." I walked away from him, back towards the café, a creepy smile plastered on my face.
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Dis-i-claim-er: I no owns Death Note. I do own April though….
WHOA! Didn't see that coming. Well, kind of. Ha ha. :D
And I'm sorry if I updated so late! So this chapter, all ten pages and 3,147 words (not including AN's) is dedicated to you readers! :D
See HarryPotterMangaGleek! I DO know where this story is going! :D and no, I won't kill you…..*calls BB* hey, B, can you do me a HUGE favor? ;) jk!
Sorry Ajk Insanity, but I will try my best to involve more gore, and stuff, as best as I can. I'm trying! D:
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Oh! And here's a little preview of some stories I'm working on. Tell me which one you like!:
1= I knew being in the mafia wouldn't be an easy job. Long hours, traveling a lot, getting involved in things you know you could never look back on, yup, definitely the job for me.
When I first arrived, I was told three rules.
Rule 1: Never get caught by anyone.
Rule 2: Never tell anyone what you're doing.
Rule 3: Leave no trace of yourself behind.
I guess they forgot another rule: never fall in love with anyone on the job.
The first one is like, a Matt/Mello/OC thing…..
2= It was an easy target. She was an easy target. Which meant she was an easy kill. I thought as i looked down the barrel of my gun, as i used the bush as my shelter and cover. She was at the cafe across the street, just happily chatting with her friend, unknown that her life was going to end in a matter of seconds.
I saw her smiling, looking like she was having the time of her life.
Was I ready to do this? Was i ready to take a life?
"What are you waiting for?" i heard behind me. "You know the boss wants everything done ASAP."
I sighed. "I know, it's just...I can't….." i trailed off, lowering my gun at the same time.
"Well, if you're not going to do it, I will," he said, lifting his gun.
"No!" I yelled, pushing him to the ground, just as the gun went off, the bullet hitting the girl's cup, right in her hand. She looked around, frantically, looking for where the bullet came from.
"You little pri-" he started saying before I silenced him with a heavy punch.
I ran across the street, where the two girls were staring at me in silent disbelief.
"Come with me if you want to live," I told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up with me, leaving her friend staring at us.
I've been watching too many shows…
"Where are you taking me?" She asked, her pale blue eyes widened in fear and confusion.
"To safety," i said, running to the apartment I shared with Mello.
We all had to get out of here. If any of us didn't leave, we would all be killed.
This one was going to be a Mello/OC, but Ria-chan said it would be better as an Matt/OC
3= I can't help but think of her. Every night, after her death, her presence mocks me. Just the memory of her brings me back to the LA BB murder cases. It reminds me of what we had been. What we were. What we would have become. Now I hear her voice everywhere, see her face everywhere. She is just a ghost. A ghost of a memory.
He had been everything to me. Every night, even though I'm with Ray, the sweet memories we had together still haunts me. Even though I'm dead, I wish he had been the one I was about to walk down the aisle with. It was him. He was all I ever thought about whenever I was with Ray. Ray had just been a distraction. He was the one I really wanted. But now? Now that I'm dead, everything is lost forever, our memories of each other still haunt both of us at night, just something that could have been.
Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Characters: L & Naomi
I think that's it so far…..but I'm pretty sure I have more….