Linkin Undead (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

The Start of Xero

Got a new cover for the book!

~Chester~

I was frustrated with school. I only had a few months left until I was officially out of high. Mike and some of his other friends had plans to start some band with them after getting out of school. It bummed me out that I wasn't invited.

I found about their plan just a couple days ago. Mike knew that I was upset, because he gave me a sad look after Brad Delson blurted everything out about it. None of them really knew how to sing except for Michael, and he was mostly into rapping. All of the others just knew how to play instruments, such as the guitar or piano.

If Mike was around me more with his friends, we would have got along just fine. I'd probably have been more social as well, since I find myself locking myself in my room every once in awhile.

I found myself drifting around the school, hanging out with people I knew. Some teachers told me that I was probably the "sweetest angel" they have ever seen, that I got along with everyone. Jorel, Aron, and the others were the people I mostly hung out with. They didn't get into trouble, nor did they do bad things. Mom thought that they were awesome friends, so I decided to find my way into the group.

Being a senior, you hardly have any friends. Mine mostly have gotten out of high school, and went to college.

~Mike~

Chester was upset with me. He would get over it, I knew him too well. Tomorrow he will be bugging me, acting like nothing happened. I sat in my garage, fiddling with my piano that I had set in there for no apparent reason. My parents were a bit annoyed at the electric piano that they bought me a couple years back for Christmas, so maybe that was why it was out here. The dim lights were hanging above my head, and nothing but junk was in the garage. There was my old broken skateboard in the corner with some plywood, and some dusty boxes sat piled up in another corner. The old fridge from our house was plugged into the wall, which probably had soda and other beverages stashed in there. It was a bit musty smelling, yet with the mixture of oil in it.

Brad Delson and Rob Bourdon would be here anytime. They said to meet in my garage with my piano, and asked if they could bring their instruments. Brad played the bass guitar, and Rob played the drums. So that means..

"You gotta open the garage door! We're loading in the drums." Brad ran through the small door that would only fit people. He startled me.

I felt a bit dumbstruck. My parents were going to kill me for this. Starting a garage band without telling them? I face palmed just thinking about it. Okay, Mike.. Calm your tits.

"I wasn't really thinking right." I confess while Brad lifts the large white door up from the ground. Rob's black rusty van was already in the driveway. The back doors were open, and he was grabbing the kick petal and bass drum.

"Oh shut up, Mikey. You answered so excitedly."

I felt my ears get hot as he called me "Mikey". It was my 1st grade nickname, which truly irritated me. Kids would call me that just to get me pissed; they thought it was amusing.

"Hey! That's-- that's not funny!" I whine, and Rob laughs at me.

Brad set his guitar down, then jumped into the van snatching up the snare. I frowned at both of them, imagining the cruel words that would soon come from my mother or father.

"Why didn't you ask?! You know your father tinkers in there!"

"Why the hell is there a drum set in the garage?! I didn't know you played the drums. Get them out."

Without noticing, I gave Brad a nasty look. He just stood there, staring back at me with a eyebrow raised. I shook the thoughts away. They'd just have to live with it, and I'm going to negotiate over it.

We were starting a band, and no one was going to stop us.

We discussed on when we will have our practices, our meetings, and so on. We would be having them on school days, but we would have them on weekends and summer vacation. This worked out perfectly since I had loads of homework every single day. Luckily, I came home with my hands and backpack empty. My mom thought I was committing a crime since it was so rare to come home like that.

"Band names?" I widened my eyes, trying to stay awake since it's already 10:00, and a school night.

"Hmm.. How about," Brad shifted in his metal chair, "3rd generation Japanese?"

Rob tried to hide his chuckle. I frowned at them. They just kept picking and picking at me. Yes, I was Japanese, but they didn't have to make fun of my race. It bothered me when they did that.

"How about Afro man and the two studs?" I snap, and Rob bursts with laughter.

Brad's jaw drops. "Hey, I buzzed that off!"

Brad had a large Afro before sophomore year. After getting so many bad complements over it, he finally decided to buzz it off. The next day, no one gave him crap about the hairdo. The only ones who did were Rob and I.

"Xero, with an 'X'." Rob piped up, and we looked over at him.

Xero.