Organized by Collection
Don't Jump ch 3Just One
More Like This
(sequel to Dont Jump)
A/N: well, XD I guess we all thought the story ended there last chapter didnt we? Yes, even I thiught it ended there xD Buut... due to some people wanting the continuation, I just had to write this third chapter, I hope you like it^^
Obs!!! If you liked the ending, then stop reading right away! I personally think this is the worst chapter *sweatdrop* but I hope you all still like it.(lol)
Disclaimer: Dont own Just One (Hoobastank) or the Death Note character, but I enjoy torturing them XDD
Thanks to: My wonderful friend Sachi, who keeps helping me with the grammar and support me *hug* and to all of you who reads this and like it, you are all the reson I keep on uploading^^
Warning!! BoyxBoy= yaoi (lightly) LightxL
yes, I changed the so know, they are there when someone talk and when they think, (plus the song lyric,) I will do that to the two former chapter shortly, please tell me if you like this way better!
What's in a Name?Summary: My take on how Matt and Mello First met, I always thought Mello was kind of a juvenile delinquent bully type.
More Like This
His name was Mihael, not Michael, and the blond would quickly correct anyone who pronounced it the English way, saying "It's Mee-ha-ell not My-cull."
He wasnt English, not that his accent gave this away. Hed come to Wammys House at the age of nine, transferred from a juvenile facility for delinquent minors in Ljubljana, and had learned to speak well enough to pass for native. However, he still insisted people pronounce his name right. Not that many people called him by his first name anyway. Shortly after coming here hed picked up the nick name Mello. It had started from a taunt.
It was his first day at the school, recess. He was sitting alone, glowering, taking in his strange surroundings. It was so different than any life hed ever known. The blond boy wasnt playing or interacting with the other kids, it was all a bit overwhelming f
Philosopher's Kisses MxB The teacher walked into the medium-sized classroom , closing the door behind him with no particular grandeur. He was a peculiar-looking man; pale, tall, lanky, red-eyed and black-haired. His features were much like their principal, L's and somehow this made him look more tragically beautiful than menacing. He wore baggy dark blue jeans and a longsleeve black shirt, kind of like L. The man strode over to the desk, putting down whatever he was holding. Mello took notice that it was a jar of strawberry jam.
More Like This
"Alright, welcome to Philosophy 101. I am your host, Beyond Birthday. You may call me B. Any questions?"
A boy in the corner raised his hand , "Host? You're our teacher?"
"Excellent point. You're wrong. I am not your teacher. I cannot teach ou the answers to philosophy. Everything you learn in this class, you'll learn from yourselves or the universe around you. I'm merely the eye-opener to the world you l