Linkin Undead (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

The Others.

~Aron~

Even though I knew him for a couple hours, Jorel was a pretty cool guy. He was very quiet for the most part, but he'd talk whenever you talked to him, not anyone else.

We sat at lunch table, Danny, Matthew, Jorel and I. The line for lunch was long, so we were waiting for it to go down before getting a tray. Jorel was in la-la land exploring the place.

"I have math next." Matthew groaned, throwing his head back and hitting it against the chair accidentally. He quickly brought it up and felt the back of his head as he cussed. We laughed except for Jorel.

"J?" I shook him gently, "You alright?"

The guy jumped, and he looked over, "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine.. So could you tell me who some people are?"

I examined the cafeteria, and two guys walked by us to a table next to us. I pointed at the one that was third generation Japanese, and his hair was black and shaggy that just passed his eyes. The guy had some facial hair, "That's Mike Shinoda."

My finger then pointed at the guy with the short blonde curly hair that wore glasses. He was a bit skinny, and he glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "That's Chester Bennington."

Chester quickly got up and walked over, "Huh?"

"Just telling the new kid who's who, man." I shoo him off.

Chester walks over and shakes hands with Jorel. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Jorel was smiling, Soon Chester walked back to get Michael.

Mike walked over and introduced himself. I looked over at him, "Ching-Chong motherf*cker."

Matthew and I burst into laughter, and Jorel's eyes widen, mouthing "Oh my god!" Mike got along with us, and we always joked.

"Hey Jew." Michael crossed his arms, laughing.

"Did he just.. Wow.. He didn't.." Chester looks at the both of us, Mike shrugs.

**
~Matty~

I could stop laughing. It was a bit racist, but Mike knew Aron was joking. Jorel, on the other hand kept looking between Michael and Aron wearing a confused look on his face.

"What's going on after school?" Danny asked Bennington and Shinoda.

They told us that they were just going to the old run-down park near my house. It had a small play set, but there was also a big field with trees that decided to grow in. There was this really old tree that we would hang out near or climb.

"Can we join? I want to show Jorel the park." Aron acted like Jorel never lived in LA. It kinda irritated me, but Jorel seemed to be up for it.

The day passed pretty quick, probably because the teachers hadn't assigned us any work, just talked about the rules and what they are expecting from us.. Just like the other first days.

I met Danny by his locker, and we both met up with Chester and Mike outside of the school on some broken bench. Aron and Jorel walked out of the school slowly. Aron's hair was no longer combed back, but was still in one large lick that hung in his eyes. He was like Clark Kent almost.

"Are you Superman or something?" I joked.

Aron pushed his hair back, "It's not as bad as your hair."

That shut me up. Before standing up O looked at him, "Im thinking about cutting it all off."

"What! Holy sh*t!" Danny exclaimed, shaking the uneven bench.

"Sh*t's not holy, Daniel." Jorel laughed, and Aron slapped his back.

I could tell that Jorel was getting comfortable with us. If he wasn't, he probably wouldn't have blurted out what he said. This was a wonderful miracle. He was a pretty reserved but cool guy, and very genuine.

"Don't straighten it." Chester told me, "Please."

"I won't, calm down.." I say, a bit irritated, "I think I'm going to dye it black too."

"Oh my god, Matt!" Mike's eyes widened, and he burst some of his hair out of his face.

"I'm sorry..?" I cringe a bit, lightly smirking as they all stared at me.

"Dylan's ass should be showing up soon." Aron said, "I called him from the office phone."

"Like right now, you mean?" Dylan crossed his arms, his low Hispanic voice softly booming.

"What the hell took you so long?" Aron looked at him.

"The f*ck are you talkin' about, dude? I skipped half of last period to meet you guys here on time." Dylan panted.

**
~Jorel~

Dylan was pretty tall for a 7th grader. He also had a really low voice and was Mexican. Dylan sounded like he swapped voices with a black guy.

I got up and quietly shook hands with him. "Jorel."

"Dylan."