Hello, people. This is my first Death Note fanfiction... just so ya know.

Please, keep all flames tasteful. I really can't stand hecklers.

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note would I be writing fanfictions? No. I would be drawing this story into the manga.... XD

"Wake up."

I don't want to...

"Jordan, wake up..." the gentle voice called again.

Nien... "I mean, noooo..."

I felt a shifting motion beside me accompanied by someone moving closer to my ear. I felt something soft brush along my neck. "Jordan, please wake up." The person was so close that I could feel their light breathing moving my hair.

Who ever it was still didn't make me want to get up and move around.

I frowned and tightened my eyes as turned over to my side, accidentally pressing myself against the figure. Who ever this was clearly wasn't expecting this -and neither was I, for that matter- and my movement resulted in us flinching away from each other. I thought of opening my eyes to see who I had bumped into, but with me just being woken up I was too lazy to. 'Please, for the love of god, don't let it be one of Amanda's boyfriends or girlfriends thinking that this is her room again.' I thought. I didn't even want to think of the last time that had happened. But that's when I realized something... Who ever was here said MY name... not Amanda's... so that means it must at least be someone I know...

I slowly opened my eyes. At first, all I could see was an outline much to my irritation, but soon my vision began to clear. The first thing I noticed that it was in fact a man was holding me. Thank god, because if it was a woman again... never mind.

I moved my gaze upwards toward his wavy white hair which was messily draped around his pale, childlike face. His large, deep gray eyes were fixated on my own.

"Good morning." he whispered, moving his mouth closer to mine...

"Jordan! Table 23, now!"

I jumped at the sound of Ichiro's voice. Scared out of my mind, I looked around myself. 'Holey Hell!! Still at work!' I realized hastily as I searched all around me for an apron. As soon as I spotted one, my hand darted forward to grab it only to be stopped by a hand much larger than mine. I pulled my hand back and clutched it to my chest, "Dammit! Why must you always touch me! You know I don't like it!" I almost yelled.

Ichiro sighed, and apparently decided to ignore my loud comment. "Jordan, you need to stop day dreaming. You have a job to do." he said, moving his hand away to move a that had settled on his face.

I sighed and pulled one finger into my mouth. As I spoke, I began to chew the scars around the edges of my nail. "Yes, Ehime-san, I know that. I just..." I paused. What could I possibly said that could ever get my point across...insert sarcasm.... "I jus don wanna."

He shook his head and held out his hand. I just looked at him like he was crazy until I noticed that he was holding the apron to me. "Just... don't let me catch you again alright? You don't want me to tell my dad, would you?"

I nodded, pulling my finger away from my mouth and gratefully took the apron. "Understood! Now, which table again?"

"23." he replied. Was that a hint of irritation in his voice? I couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

I nodded once more and walked out into the open restaurant. I looked around for table number 23 when I found it. There sat three people, one woman and two men. The woman had golden blond hair and light brown eyes -which look almost gold or yellow in a certain light. She had lightly tanned skin with a diamond shaped face. All in all, she was a beautiful woman.

One of the men sitting across from her had light blond hair -much like the woman's, only not as shiny!- with platinum blond strikes at the side, perhaps it was graying? I guess only he would know. Either way, it still looked kinda cool. He had a stern face along with pale blue-green eyes. He basically looked like a business man.

The last man was perhaps the youngest of the two, based off of the fullness of his cheeks. He had black hair -which I must say, stood out between the two blondies- and steel color eyes. He looked like he may have had some Oriental background to him. All three of them wore suites for some reason or another. Maybe they all just came from a work meeting? Who knows, but I wanted one...

"Hello," I said, trying to ignore the little voice in the back of my head which demanded to know when and where they got their suites. "I'm Jordan; I'll be your waitress for this evening. What can I start you off with?" I whipped out my little notebook.

"We would just like some coffee, please." the woman replied.

I quickly wrote down 3 coffees in my little booklet. "Would you like anything else?"

The black haired man looked at the woman and whispered, "Do you think we should bring something back to him?"

The blond haired man looked at him, "We already asked him if he wanted anything Gevanni. And, as usual, he said 'No'."

The woman, who was completely ignoring the men across from her conversation had already told me no. I slowly began to walk away. For some reason I wanted to know who they were talking about. Man... was I always so nosey? Great, know that's going to bug me...

I walked back into the kitchen area and showed Amanda, my house mate and 4 weeks older cousin, the order. Once she read it she shook her head, "Who orders coffee in a Japanese restaurant?" she asked me grinning.

I smiled back, "Apparently those three." I looked though the little window on the door back at their table, they were still talking. About what, I don't know. I'll tell you one thing though, I wanted to find out.

Amanda looked over to were I was looking then let out a low whistle. "Hey, the black haired one is cute. Do you catch his name?"

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. 'God, what is with her and flirting with every man she sees?'

"Yeah, I think caught it. Gevanni or something like that." I answered my sex driven cousin.

Her blue-green eyes sparkled. "Ohhh...damn, if only I wasn't taken."

"Yeah," I agreed half-heartily. I knew that wouldn't stop her. No matter how much she says she loves her current boyfriend, she always two (or in some cases three) times him.

"You should ask him out, Jordan." she said, offhandedly.

"What!?" I shouted. I was utterly speechless. She wanted me to ask someone I just met, no wait, saw out?!

"You heard me," she winked, "I know you have the hotts for him."

I felt my left eye begin to twitch. "No, I do not."

"Then how did you know his name, hmmm? You must have been keeping a close eye on him to catch his name!"

I grunted, "You know how observant I am! I notice the weirdest things. You know, like the fact that you haven't even started making their coffee yet!!"

Amanda's eyes widened, "Oh shit!" She quickly walked over to the coffee machine and pushed a button to get it started. All I could do was smirk and wait to see how long it would take her to catch on to what I just made her do...

"Hey... wait a minute." She turned around to face me. "Why did I have to make the coffee? You could make the coffee just as well as I can..."

My smirk grew larger. "You didn't have to make it..."

Her face grew dark, "Are you saying that I fell for that... AGAIN?!" her eyes flashed with annoyance. "How do I always fall for that?!" She asked herself. I looked behind her to see that the coffee was done and reached out for the pot and quickly grabbed three cups. As I walked away from her I answered her question.

"Because you're stupid enough too..."

Once I heard her yell I took off, running out of the kitchen. Damn. I'm screwed when we go home tonight.

No matter. It was worth it.

Well, I hope that this was okay. I checked this for you guys at least 10 different times before actually sending it in. (I seriously started counting after the 4th time)

Actually, this story started out much differently than I had planed. Originally I was going to have Jordan meet L and Light first (you know, when L's talking to Light at that cafe place) when I realized that if I did make her meet L all of the ages would be fudged to mention the fact that Jordan in America. I couldn't think of anything that could would make since and make her go to Japan. Soooo... yeah, I decided to use the SPK people first. XD It worked out...

~Invader Jay :D

Hey! Sorry for the extra long note, but when I saved this chapter, I realized that the word count was 1,666, and me not liking that number to randomly show up, I typed this a little longer ^^'