Why don't you call me yet?

Pairing: L x BB

Rating: T

Summary: L has been gone for a month. And he hasn't called me yet …

"L. Where are you?" a dark haired teenager whispered. "Why didn't you call me yet?" He pulled his knees to his chest, and rested his head on them. "I'm waiting for you."

It has been a month since I last saw L. I wonder where he is. A month is a long time to be overseas and not even call once …

Maybe he doesn't love me anymore. Maybe he found someone else. Maybe … I should just stop waiting for him.

But that would hurt too much.

"Hey. I want to see you …" a tear fell from his eye. "Don't you want to see me?" B hugged himself tighter, "You know, I've been waiting for a month just to hear your voice!" He stood up. "If you no longer have feelings left for me … I wish you would just tell me already!" B clenched his fists. "But maybe, it's cause I don't know how to speak my mind?" He yelled throwing his pillow across the room. "Or because I'm too restless and loud?" B walked over to his fallen pillow and picked it up. "Or maybe, is it because the way I talk isn't as refined as yours?" B's fingers held tightly "Or 'cause I get too damn jealous and proud?" B's hair fell over his eyes, casting a shadow over them. B hit his pillow over and over again with each sentence.

"I don't act maturely enough?"

Punch

"I know that I'm not tall enough!"

Punch

"Maybe my body's not sexy enough?"

Punch

"Or because my eye color's a creepy shade?"

Punch

"Or maybe 'cause I lack a self – control?"

Punch

"Please … whatever it is …" tears started to fall.

"I'll change … I promise …" B sank to his knees, the tattered pillow falling onto the ground next to him. "I want to see you … don't you want to see me?" He cradled his head in his hands, "It's been a month since I've heard your calming, metchevious voice!" More tears fell. "After all this time, have you forgotten me? Maybe that's why I can't call you myself. I'm afraid you'll say 'what? Who's this?'?" He dried his tears.

"I'll just forget about you then."

Even though it's so easy to say …

It's hell to do.