RN: I don't own Death Note, nor VOCALOID, if you can't guess who Mello's little brother is in this fic. ;) Or anything else that I happen to mention. xD
Hope you enjoy it! :3
Side note, there is One Direction bashing in this chapter. If you like that band, pretend it's someone else. Do as you please.
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Chapter Four:
Matt's POV:
I walked out of the school to find the carpark, and fumbled for my car keys.
Where did I park the damn thing? Grrr.
And there it was, the redness shining under the sun.
Next to it, happened to be the sexiest motorbike I'd ever seen.
"Wow. The owner of that has amazing taste in vehicles." I said to no one in paticular, when a certain Blonde carrying a helmet came up beside me, unnoticably.
"Hmmm. The red Camaro or the black Triumph Daytona?" He said.
"Holy shit! Where did you come from?!" I shrieked.
He smirked at me. "God sent me down to scare the living shit out of non believers like you."
"Non believers? What are you, Titania, Queen of the Faries?" I laughed.
His face went deadly serious, glaring at me, like he was going to end my life then and then. "No. I'm a Catholic."
"Oh... I- I'm sorry..." I was apologising for something I didn't even know I'd done, stuttering worriedly.
Oh yeah, I wanted to live. There were so many characters that I hadn't cosplayed as at a gaming convention yet!
But then his face lightened up and he grinned at me evilly. "Hahahaha. You should've seen your face! So, did I scare the crap out of you?"
The fucking bastard! "I hate you." I then proceeded to unlock my car and haul my school stuff in it.
"So, the car's yours? Well, this may come as a bit of a shock to you Matt, but that Motorbike happens to be mine."
If I were eating something at that moment, then I would have sprayed it out of my mouth.
Like the cereal meme guy.
But seriously? A guy as gorgeous as that has a motorbike like that?! It's almost as if God is teasing and punishing me for being gay. My life sucks.
Mello needs to stop being to damn awesome or else I'll seriously start to fall for him.
Sure he's beautiful and all, sings like a bitch, dresses sexily and has a sexy motorbike, but I haven't fallen for him yet.
Yet.
I mean, I hardly even know the guy. Come on.
Well, I don't actually remember the last time I looked in a mirror, but I'm pretty sure, that I have the face of a retarded horse. Hense to the floppy hair and daily wear of my goggles.
"Matt..? Hello?" He slapped me.
Yep. There is no way in Hell that we are compatible. I hate him. I hate him so much.
"So, Mello, you are trying to tell me, that this hunk of a piece of machienary, is yours? Woah."
"Yeah. So... Where are you heading then?" He asked, putting his helmet on.
"Erm... Home... I have a-" I'm not going to bring up the piano right now. "I mean, my Xbox 360 is calling me. I promised myself that I'd go and re-play the whole of Halo 2, on legendary."
"Mmm. You really are a geek, aren't you?"
I smirked at him. "Well, I best be off now. Master Chief is calling me!" I got in my car and drove home, wondering if I could maybe play video games with Mello one day.
"Oh, hello, Matt!" My Father looked up at me from the newspaper he was reading as I opened the door and stepped in.
"Hey Dad." I responded, putting my stuff on the kitchen worktop.
"Oh by the way Matt, your boyfriend's here."
Yeah... My Dad's awesome. He has no objection to me being gay. He even encouraged it, the cheeky bastard.
Wait... What? Boyfriend? What boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend...
I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.
"You know, that nice lad you brought home when your Mother and I left for the weekend to go to Uncle Mikey's funeral. I told him to go upstairs."
Oh. That guy. I really don't want to see him right now.
And he's not my boyfriend.
"Oh. Thanks Dad. I'll go see him."
"Also, try not to be too loud with him. Your brother just got back from Japan. Don't wake him up."
"Daaad." I whined at him. "I'm not going to have sex with him!"
He chuckled as I walked out of the room.
I reached the top of the stairs and entered my bright poster filled bedroom.
"Matt!" The guy sitting on my bed grinned at me.
"Frank. What the fuck are you doing here..?"
He pouted. "What a nice thing to say to your boyfriend."
I walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar. "We did it once, Frank. That does NOT make you my boyfriend." I dropped him, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.
"Now get out."
"But, Matt, I-"
"Leave!" I screamed at him.
"Fine." He said, standing up and walking over to me. "But Matt, I want you. And I always get what I want." He left, leaving me stood there, wondering what he meant.
Mello's POV:
I unwrapped a chocolate bar and shoved it in my mouth as I picked up the television remote and put a film on.
The Hunger Games. Nerdy shit, I'm assuming.
"Mel!"
"Stop calling me that."
My little brother walks into the room.
"I heard the start of my favourite film!" He says, grinning at me.
"Aha. I knew it was nerdy, Len."
His bright blue eyes blink up at me, as he jumps onto the settee next to me.
Time passes and the film finishes, Len asleep on my lap.
I'm too soft.
My phone beeps with a message from L.
'Light instructed me to inform you that we are all going out tonight to a bar. Would you like to join us?'
I text back:
'Sure, why not? What time, and where?'
After some details were made, I went up to my room, leaving Len.
"Hum... What do I wear?" I said, staring myself down in the mirror.
Silly question. Leather, obviously.
As I dressed, I recieved a text saying that Beyond, L and Light would come and give me a lift.
I'd rather take my Motorbike, but I might as well go with them.
Around the time they said to get me, Len ran into my room.
"Get out, squirt."
"S- Sorry Mello! You're friends are here..."
"Thanks, Bro." I ruffled his hair, locked the door and walked out to the silver car outside my house, after grabbing my wallet and shoving it in my leather trousers.
"Hey, Mello." Beyond said, hands on the steering wheel.
"Hi. S'up?" I responded.
"Mmm... Not much. Just that Light's-"
"Shut up Beyond. He doesn't need to know!" Light yelled from the back seat.
I smirked. "What now..?"
"N- Nothing, Mello-kun." L said, his face almost covering his flushing face from the front passenger seat.
Light... And L...
Oh no. This can't be good.
Poor Misa's heart will be broken.
Oh well, not like no one saw it coming.
"Oh, I get it."
"No you don't. You just, don't, Mello." Light said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
I smirked again. "Sure."
"Almost there, guys." Beyond cuts in.
"Nice."
Matt's POV:
I sat in the black and white bar, drinking vodka and coke, gazing at the lights shining down onto the dance floor as some busty brunette bitch flirted with me.
I like this club. I come here often. Every Thursday and Friday, to be precise.
It's called 'The Death Note'. Pretty cool. It attracts all sorts of people:
Emo,
Scene,
Rocker,
The people that think they're popular,
Nerds (Me)...
The list is endless. I just can't think straight when I'm half drunk.
"You're inscure. Don't know what for."
I started to sing along. I mean, why not?
"Your cracking mirrors as you walk through the door,
"Need paper bag. Don't show your sag,
"Being the bitch that you are is enough,"
Personally, I think my lyrics are alot better.
"Every one else in the room can see it,
"Every one else but you,
"Baby you blacken my world like nobody else,
"Nothing you do actually gets me overwhelmed."
They're crap. But better.
"And when you smile at the ground, it explodes!
"You don't know, you don't know you're a dumb bitch,
"If only you saw what I could see,
"You'd understand why I desperately want to scream,
"And I'm looking and you and I can't belive,
"You don't know, you don't know you're a dumb bitch!"
I looked around.
I was stood on the bar top.
Drink in hand.
People around me, clapping.
The band singing, glaring at me.
I took a bow, and the crowd clapped louder.
"If you're gonna play at a club, play some real music, bro!" I slurred.
I then took the oppertunity to look at a group of people that were laughing.
"Look, Light-kun. Matt can sing too!"
"Yes, he certainly can."
"Hue hue hue. Hum... Now I'm out of jam. Crap."
Light, L and Beyond, sat on a rounded couch over by the bar.
And a very pissed off looking Mello behind them.
"What the fuck is he doing here?!"
RN: Hey! Thanks for reading. Yes, Len is the VOCALOID Len Kagamine. ~Bows~
I don't like One Erection. And I made up that parody with one of my friends about a year ago. Now that I look back on it, it's pretty shit. But oh well. ^^''
Please look forward to the next chapter!