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Chapter Five:
Mello's POV:
I glared at the grinning redhead as he was ushered off the bar.
He stumbled towards us. I supposed he was slightly drunk.
"S'up, Marshmello?"
"I told you not to call me that."
The reason to my little... out burst of asking why the fuck he was there, is just that, even though I've only known him for a little while, his face has been stuck in my mind for ages.
It pisses me off. So much. I don't even know why. I should have brought chocolate. I need it right now.
Calm it Mello.
L got up, patted my shoulder and winked at Matt.
What was that about?
He then walked off, heading in the direction of the exit, but I ignored it and looked at Matt.
"What in the name of Zelda's up with him?"
"I have no idea. But people are staring. Sit the fuck down, please."
He held his hands up in a surrender position and then sat down. I walked around from behind the couch and sat down on it, next to Light. Far away from Matt.
"That was some lovely singing you did there, Matt." Beyond said, twirling around a random straw like he would his drumsticks.
"...Thanks?" He responded, sipping more of his beer. He then turned to me. "Do you always wear leather, Mello?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Reasons I'd rather not discuss with you." I spat back.
"Woah, calm it." He adjusted his orange tinted goggles. "You seem cranky. I'll buy you a drink."
He'll buy me a drink? How gentlemanly.
"That's not fair. I want one, too!" Beyond interrupted.
"If it bothers you that much, B, I'll buy you one." Light offered.
"Okay."
I looked over to the band playing. They were singing something bad. I had no idea what it was. But I didn't like it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a boy, about our age, keep glancing over to us. I wouldn't have really cared, if he didn't look so damn creepy.
"You really shouldn't be drinking, Beyond. You're driving." I said, smirking.
"He's right you know." Matt hiccupped.
"Didn't you drive here..?" I asked, remembering his beautiful car.
"Oh yeah. I did. Heheh."
And on that night, most of us got really hammered.
(( A week or so later. ))
"Fine. I'll do it."
"Hurray!" Misa latched onto Matt's arm with a loving grin.
I smiled. Slightly.
"But only one song. Maybe two. Maybe."
"Thank you Matt. I really wanted to hear you play." She replied, picking up her sheet music from her school desk.
Matt had just agreed to play keyboard for us at the music week concert thing.
"So, who're you playing for?"
Matt hesitated. "I don't know, but I'll only do it if I can pick a song."
"Sure," I responded. "But if you'd like to accompany me, I shall be playing my violin this year."
"I'll think about it..." Matt walked out of the classroom, bag in hand as the bell rung.
I turned to Misa. "Do you like him?"
"N-No! I like Light!" She blushed.
"I meant like as a friend." I replied, smirking.
"Oh... Yeah. I do. He's nice. And I'm so happy that he agreed to play keyboard!"
"Mmm... Well, I best be off." I said, picking up my bag.
"Mello-kun?"
"Mhh?"
"Can I walk with you for a bit?" She asked, eyes shining.
"Sure."
We walked out of school silently, as I realized that Misa was probably the one I was closest to in the band. She never looked at me like she expected better. If I ever hurt her, accidental or not, phsyically or mentally, she'd get back up.
Her actions, that make her seem to be clumsy are true, she is clumsy.
But she's not stupid. No.
Nor is she really clingy. She just acts that way because of the first two times she confronted Light about her feelings. He rejected her, and it just made her more upset, and more attached, as if she was to let go, he'd float away and never come back.
I've known her since we were five, and she's always been there to help me if I needed it.
And all of this time I just brushed it off.
Well, this is weird. I never reflect on life. NEVER.
I guess it started ever since I eyed up Matt in that classroom. I've been seeing people differently. Has he changed me? Has trying to think about him, made me think about others?
Wow, I sound so gay right now. Wait...
"Mello! Look out!"
Whoops.
I crashed into a lamp post. Metal, obviously. Damn it hurt. I'd definietly have a bruise there.
"Since when do stop paying attention to what you're doing?" Misa scoffed.
"I was thinking about stuff."
"You? Thinking? Isn't that dangerous?" She giggled.
I glared at her, but she just smiled and dragged me around the lampost, to carry on the path.
See? She just won't accept that I'm a terrible person.
"So, what are you going to be playing for Music Week?"
"Halle and I have decided on singing to either, 'Girl Anachronism', or the acoustic version of 'Diary of Jane'. What about you?"
"I don't know. I really want to sing some Jeffree Star, because he's sexy. But if I do that, I can't play my violin, really."
"Point taken." She grinned.
"Hey..."
"Yeah?"
"Didn't you come to school on your motorbike?"
"Oh crap."
So we ran back to school and I gave her a lift home.
RN:
Sorry this chapter was short. xD I hope you liked it!
I suppose it was also bad, seeing as I wrote most of it at one in the morning. :P
And thank you again Carottal for your review, I'm definietly planning on improving.
Also, I wrote something deep for Misa! Help!
I do cold hearted and emotionless. Something's wrong with me. xD
Songs: Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin
Girl Anachronism - Dresden Dolls.