Popcorn.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death note or any of its characters.
A/N: Decided that I'd like to try a 'fic in L's POV. Haha, thought of this a few nights ago, and its been begging to be written. Also, if your wondering why my endings sucks, its cause I only have bits of the story planned out…not the beginning or end, just little chunks of fluff in between. -^^- Let me know how I did?
Light had decided that since the others had gone, he and I should take a break; or rather, watch a movie. Considering that we had been working for the past week straight, I had agreed. Currently, we sat on the couch, shoulder to shoulder with a bowl of popcorn in our laps. [Light had made me sit "normally" so that we could put the bowl like that]. The movie itself was rather boring, so I instead took to watching Light's expressions. Much more interesting. I had insisted on getting a horror movie, for no reason other than that I wanted to see his reactions to the "scary" scenes. I could tell by the look on his face when I suggested it, that he was not a fan of horror movies. However, he didn't protest; too much pride to admit he'd be scared, I assumed. Even better.
We weren't even half way through the movie, and so far all its been is murdering, done by a psychotic killer. Light jumped when the girl in the movie was rather violently decapitated. I could barely suppress laughing, as I smirked. He glanced over to me and blushed, quickly looking away, obviously embarrassed by his reaction. Smiling, I said nothing, as I reached my hand into the popcorn bowl, popping a few pieces into my mouth. My smile instantly faded when our fingers brushed. I looked over down at our hands, when he started playing with my fingers. My face grew impossibly warm, and I knew I was blushing; how humiliating. I mimicked Light's actions, and looked up to see him blushing also, as he looked back at my shyly. For some odd reason I had the urge to hold his hand…but what would he think? There was only about maybe a 32% chance he would be disgusted and snatch it back…but 32% isn't zero. I looked back down at our hands, my face still feeling incredibly warm, and took his in mine, intertwining our fingers. He looked at me, but I didn't return the glance, embarrassed. Assuming he picked up on this-this is Light, so chances are, he did-he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. We sat there in silence, looking at the TV screen, neither of us really paying attention to the movie.
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Wow I suck at life.