AN: For anyone that isn't following my other story, I'm starting this new thing where I tell you guys the songs that I was listening to while writing. It could open you up to different bands and singers, who knows. Anyways, this chapter has a lot of switching back and forth from L's to Light's P.O.V.
Songs: Victim - Avenged Sevenfold & Tonight The World Dies - Avenged Sevenfold
/Light's P.O.V/
I'm awoken by the loud beeping of my alarm clock, signaling the start of another boring day. It's a Saturday, which means I'll have the whole day to myself, which is an upside I guess.
It takes me longer than necessary to drag myself out of my king-sized bed and into my walk-in closet to select my clothing for the day. I rummage through my things until I finally settle on a black button down shirt and dark brown khakis; simple but attractive.
I get changed after my shower and decide to let my hair air dry today. I make my way over to my laptop and open it up to be greeted by the dating site's brightly coloured home page. I log into my account, and my eyes widen at the little red number next to my contacting requests icon. Thirty-two. Thirty-two contact requests. I click on the icon and skim through the different men, until I come across a rather unusual looking young man. I click on his profile to see a close up of his picture. It's a school photo. He has jet black hair that sticks up in all directions, dark obsidian eyes with black circles underneath of them and very pale, porcelain-like skin. You would've thought he would at least tame his hair for a picture, and at the very least, smile. But his face is emotionless. A messy, yet attractive, look. I close the photo and scroll through his profile, seeing that he has very many of the same interests as me. Classical music, classic novels, hm. Despite his appearance, he seems to have quite a brain. He doesn't live too far away, so meeting him in person wouldn't be a problem. It's just good that I have the money to do so. His age states that he's seventeen, not too young. His name is L Lawliet. Hm, what a unique name.
I decide to accept the request. I mean, why not?
/L's P.O.V/
He accepted the request. I can't believe it.
That morning I had woken up later than planned, which I'm kind of thankful for so I wouldn't have to hear my mother's morning 'noises' through my thin bedroom walls. The first thing I did was check my laptop to see if Light had accepted my request yet.
He did.
Should I message him first? I wouldn't know what to say. Maybe it would seem overly-clingy if I messaged him first.
Wow. I sound like some idiotic love-struck teenage girl. I can't let this get to my head. I've been able to keep myself very stable for years, and I have to keep it up. For sanity's sake. I can't let myself get attached to anyone else or I will be fucked in the end, and I can't let that happen.
Stable, stable L. Stay perfectly stable.
/Light's P.O.V/
I wonder if he's seen that I accepted his request yet. Should I message him? I mean, he must be in havoc at the moment. Being a teenager, he's probably worried about what I would think of him if he was to message me first.
Silly, silly young people.
'Hello, L. That's a different name.' I message him. He replies back about five minutes later.
/L's P.O.V/
Thank god he messaged me first.
'Yes, well, my mother is a different individual.' I reply back, fingers shaking ever so slightly as I type out the few words.
I don't understand as to why I'm getting so worked up over such a little thing. It's just someone on the internet. I have to keep reminding myself. Stable, stable L. Stay perfectly fucking stable. Don't let yourself get too fucking worked up, L.
I keep repeating this in my head, waiting for him to reply back.
'Hm, I like it.' he responds back.
'Why thank you. Light is a rather different name too.'
'I suppose so.'
We keep up small talk for what seems like forever. It's rather awkward, really. He then asks me a question that I wasn't prepared for at all.
/Light's P.O.V/
I can tell he must be a very intelligent person. He's not really boring, though the small talk did get a little annoying. I decided to kick things up a little and finally ask him if he'd like to meet.
'How?' is his response.
'Well, it's not like money is a problem for me. It's just a matter of when and where.' I would have to wait for a time when he's off school for the day, though I'm not sure where we could meet at.
'With my grades, it wouldn't matter if I missed any school time.' he responds back.
'Hm, alright. So you pick the place and time for me to pick you up.' I say back, anticipating his answer.
/L's P.O.V/
'Tuesday at 10:00 am?' I give him my school address, telling him to pick me up in the back.
'Alright. I guess I'll see you then.'
After exchanging cell phone numbers in order to keep in contact outside of the dating site, we both log off.
/Light's P.O.V/
I'm looking forward to meeting L on Tuesday. I clear my plans for that day, moving them to another day just to meet this special boy. This interesting, different-looking young man. This man who I hope, that at some point, I can gladly call mine.
We'll just have to see how things work out, now won't we?
/L's P.O.V/
I spend the rest of my day anticipating what will happen on Tuesday. I just hope that I don't screw things up. I can't let myself get too worked up either, because if I get myself worked up too much, I could just end up fucking up my own life. I can't let that happen.
Stable, stable L. Stay perfectly fucking stable. Keep your walls up. Keep yourself protected.
Perfectly fucking stable.