Band Geeks Chapter 2, a death note fanfic

Rayquaza Note:
As I said, I don't own Death Note. *Sigh* I also don't own the song 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance. You should listen to it. :3
Please enjoy this chapter. ^3^
Please review. xD

Chapter Two:

Matt's POV:

"What's up with the little Sheep dude?" I asked. He was creepy as Hell. And the teacher? Pretty weird, but not as much as the glaring albino a couple rows behind me.
Then I noticed Mello was smirking at me. I think. Stupid goggles. Need new ones. Better ones. I wear them too much. Oh well.

When I was certain that Mr Robbo (Nicknames for the win!) stopped glancing over at me and was continuing on with the 'fascinating' lesson about the magic of prime numbers, I hid my Game Boy Advance underneath the desk, and started playing on Pokemon Emerald, flew to Ever Grande city and then started to scavenge for items in Victory Road.

At the end of the double maths lesson, Mello turned to me.
"So, Mattress, wanna come hang out with us? So, you know. You're not lonely on your first day?"

I thought about it. My older sister Jenna, commonly known as 'Ditzy', for being weird, said that if I didn't make any friends, I could go hang with her and her friends. But then, she'd probably try and set me up with one of those horrible chicks, despite knowing my sexuality.
I'm gay. Get over it.

"Er... Yeah. Sure. Marshmello."
He glared at me, "Don't call me that any more. Got it?"
I sighed. "Then don't call me Mattress."
"Fine." He re-adjusted his leather vest which had been hitching up his stomach from the position he was sat in, obviously showing he wasn't paying attention. "Right. Let's go."
Everyone was packing up and I was just about to walk out, following on behind Mello slowly when Mr Robinson stopped me.
"Wait Matt. I'm not saying you shouldn't hand out with Mello. Just... That you should be careful around him..." I nodded briefly, deciding to ignore him.

Eventually, Mello was finished dragging me through corridors, and out onto the field.
Several people were sat on the floor, some on their phone, one painting her nails, and others just talking.
"Alright. Listen up bitches!" Yelled Mello. "This 'ere is Matt. New today, and a loner. So I asked him to join us." He turned to me. "Matt, these are my Minions. Feel free to introduce your self to Matt."

The girl who was painting her nails bounced up to me, grinning. "Hello Matt! I'm Misa Amane! Daughter of the great Molly Amane the model! Welcome to school!" I took her hand, expecting to shake it, but she just pulled me into a bone crushing hug.
"Mi- Misa! Some one- Help!" I gasped.
"Misa. Get off of him please." A male voice said. Misa pouted and let go of me.
"Thanks," I breathed. I looked up at my rescuer. Tall, tanned, handsome. But no, I'm not falling for him. Looks too stuck up for my taste.
"Light Yagami." He said. "And this person who is currently stuffing his face with cake, is L Lawliet."
L Lawliet. Black hair, obsession for sweet things, odd sitting position. Nah. Not my type. He swallowed the cake and stood up, lightly shaking my hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Matt." I nodded at him. "This is my jam obsessed twin brother, Beyond Birthday."
Beyond grinned at me sadistically before returning to his strawberry jam eating. An even bigger no no.

"Misa. You forgot your text books."
A voice from behind me said. A female voice. I turned around and Misa leapt up to go and glomp the woman that addressed her.
"Halllllllllllleeeeee!" Misa squealed.

"Halle Lidner, platinum blonde hair, tall, above average breasts-" Mello quickly came forwards and punched the new intruder in the face. The little sheep boy from earlier.
"Near. You are such a pervert!"
"How am I, Mello? I was simply describing Miss Lidner."
"Near," Beyond cut in, "Is Lawli and my cousin. Isn't he sweet?" He grinned.
"Err... Erm- I..." I stuttered. No. He's not sweet. He's fucking creepy.

"Oi. Matt. Stop daydreaming." Mello waved his hand in front of my face. And then I looked at him. I forgot to use my examination skills on him. He was beautiful. Blonde hair which shined in the sun, creamy skin (I was twiddling my thumbs to stop me from stroking his face), and his eyes. Icy blue, distant and cold.

He slapped me. "Matt. You were staring at me."
I touched my red cheek. "That hurt, bastard." I mumbled.
"It was meant too, turd burger." He sighed. "Come on people. We have music after break. Light, you need to tune your guitar, same with L. Beyond, go and set your drums up. And Near?"
"Yes, Mello?" He looked at him with what I can only describe as... Longing. Creep.
Mello massaged his temples. "Find your sheet music. Everyone else has their's. Right. Everyone who doesn't have music next session, is likely to have it afterwards. Except you Matt, 'cos A: You're new, and we don't know what your musical ability is, and B: The next music sessions are only for the people with the highest level in the school. And Misa and Halle. They're special. They get into our lesson for the band-"

Mello droned on a bit longer, but I wasn't paying much attention. I had a cigarette, re-positioned my goggles and walked to my own next lesson.

Would now be a bad time to mention that I'm sixteen and I've nearly mastered piano. Whoopsie.

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Mello's POV:

L, Light, Near and Beyond followed me to the room where our music lesson was held.

"Welcome, boys." Teru Mikami said. He's the 'Manager' in our band.

That's right. We're in a band. We don't have a name for it, even though we started this about eight months ago. But we're getting really good. I'm the lead singer, and I also tend to add in my own solos on my Violin. Misa, my soprano backing singer, and her older sister Halle, my alto backing singer. As much as I resent that weird albino stalker, Near is my keyboardist. But I can't kick him out, because he's pretty good, and also he's L and Beyond's cousin, and they'll leave if I don't let him stay. And I need them.
Beyond is the drummer, L is the bass guitarist. Oh yeah. Light is the lead guitarist. Kind of, forgot about him there. Yup.

"Hello Mikami," I said, "We'd like to get started now, if you don't mind."
"Okay. Your stuff's in the same place as last time."

We picked up our instruments, and set everything up, everyone in place.
"1, 2, 3, 4." Beyond said boredly, tapping his drumsticks together.

"They're gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies in the book,
To make a citizen out of you,"

I sung the words, hands gripping at the microphone as I didn't have my Violin to hold if needed in this song.

"Because they sleep with a gun,
And keep an eye on you, son,
So they can watch all the things you do."

I looked over at Light on my left. He was singing along with the song, strumming on his White guitar with a Black lightning bolt on it.

"Because the drugs never work,
They gonna give you a smirk,
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean."

I then turned to L on my right. He was plucking at his bass guitar, which pattern was the same, but his was Black with White.

"They gonna rip off our heads,
Your aspirations to shreds,
Another cog in the murder machine."

It's really funny, that we chose this song. I'm pretty much the most scary teenager you could ever come across, and here I am. Singing that fact out to the world. Well, not really to the world, but anyone that walks past the music room. So that's good enough. I guess.

"They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed,
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me."

Maybe we will leave you alone. You'll never know. I heard Misa and Halle's amazing singing in the chorus and glanced at them. They were smiling. Having fun. I suppose that's what music does to humans.

"The boys and girls in the clique,
The awful names that they stick,
You're never gonna fit in much, kid."

Sounds like me when I first came to this school. But I soon showed them who's boss.
I didn't even need to look at Near to know that he was smiling. He loved this song. No. Obsessed with it, more like. But I looked at him anyway. And yes, he was grinned, but his eyes were fixated on the keys. He was playing it really well, seeing that he was playing it from memory, and not fucking it up like he did with every other song when he was at a loss for sheet music.. But as I said, he loves this song, so of course the is the one he chooses to play with no sheets.

"But if you're troubled and hurt,
What you got under your shirt,
We'll make them pay for the things that they did."

Didn't want to injure my neck by craning it all the way around to look at Beyond, and I was too lazy to actually turn around, but you could hear he was having fun, smashing on all the drumm-y bits and symbols. I know nothing of drums.

Light started to jam out on the slightly oldies sounding guitar solo. Jeez, we need a better amplifier. I realized I had no one else to think about as I sang, so I looked out of the window, into the corridor.
I could have sworn I saw tufts of red hair run past. My eyes must be failing me.
Like our amplifier.

I noticed my eyes were closed as we ended the song, and it was a certain voice that made me open them immediately.
"That was pretty good. I like it." Matt. What was he doing here? It's Monday today. His music session will be on Wednesday.
"Why thank you, Matt." Near said, scowling at him.
"No problem, sheep boy."
More scowls.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
He shrugged. "Got lost. Looking for Technology."
"That's on the other side of the school, asshat."
"Well, I'm sorry, fuckwit, but Beyond told me it was down here."
I glared at Beyond. He smirked at me.
"I just wanted you to drop by and hear us play. Mello would have objected if I'd have asked you, Matt." Beyond said.
"Damn right." I muttered.
Matt either didn't hear me, or he was ignoring me.

At the end of the lesson, even though they seemingly hated each other, Matt and Near were talking to each other. But I'm guessing it wasn't good, as they were in the corner of the room, both with evil, challenging smirks on their faces. Oh dear.

Just what are they planning?