Okay, how long has it been this time? 5 Months? '_' Woah. Sorry I'm so terrible at timing. In fact I just don't ever write until I feel like it, aren't I terrible? I'm sorry that you have to put up with this. That's why I'm going to try and make this chapter worthy of your eyes! Please enjoy and tell me what you think so I can have a big head!

Disclaimer: I do not own DeathNote. I do not own The PrincessBride.

My life was a disaster. The ground crumpled at my feet. I felt like falling to my knees and weeping every time I took a step. And honestly I was agitated by it. Without him I was weak and I didn't like it. I knew he didn't want me to be close with him like 'that'. I mean, all I did was snuggle with him a bit and he was upset. And every time I remembered that frown and him looking away from me so I couldn't see him, me lips would tug down and my throat would be sore. And I just wanted to be close with him.

Spending all that time away from him made me realize that I loved him. I dreamt of him smiling at me and I was so overcome with happiness every time I did, that I would wake up crying. And cry I did. I think my pillow began to grow mildew from being wet all the time. But despite my heart ripping in two from what he said, I still looked for him. He never came to the canteen. Even before he never came often. He used to come now and then, get some desert and sit down by me. I knew I had to take matters into my own hands, and I knew it would be very difficult.

As I was walking the familiar path to his room, my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt sweat drip down my face, which didn't make me feel better. My face was already red, just thinking about the situation I was about to put myself in. My legs began to shake as I approached his door. I stood before it, staring down at the glow from beneath it. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I swallowed hard. I shakily raised my hand to knock on the door. I stood there like that for a long time. It was dead silent in the hall. The soft sound of keys being tapped on a computer ceased from behind the door.

I heard his foot steps, the soft padding of skin against wood. The door slowly began to creak open before I even knew what was happening. I stood there shocked, met with his soft intruding face. He stared at me, then lowered his eye lids, and looked at the floor.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked.

I stared at him astonished. I hadn't even registered his words, it was the look in his eyes. He seemed sorrowful. He was sad, and I couldn't even begin to comprehend why. I swallowed. He opened the door and moved aside to allow entrance.

"!…" I quietly stepped pass him, his warmth tickling my heart as I did. I stood there and took in the familiar surroundings, I wasn't too sure where I should go. I was no longer comfortable there. He walked past me, making me realize that he was an inch or two taller, and sat down on the couch, setting his laptop on the coffee table and shutting it. He glanced over at me awkwardly and slightly moved his head, gesturing to the cushion next to him. I grabbed anxiously at my hair, pulling it as if they were reigns.

'It's not that big of a deal.' I told myself. I forced my shaking legs to walk over to the couch and sit down on it. My throat began to constrict and I grasped at my jeans. I began to feel a desire to lean over and squeeze him tight. I winced at myself. Tears began to form in my eyes.

"Nicole."

I felt my eyes widen as I looked over at him. His cheeks were slightly red and he was looking at me with what I assumed was pity. His dark hair sloppily spilled over his eyes, I noticed. I forced a smile and wiped at my face nervously.

"U-um, I'm sorry L. I know I've caused you too much trouble, really, I'm terrible." I said shakily, suddenly realizing what I've done to him. " It really is unnecessary for me to stop coming, I'm just being selfish." I said shaking my head. I glanced up at him, finding his reaction surprising. He seemed almost confused. "Well, uh, what I mean is…"I said smiling hopelessly. Tears began to stream down my cheeks and I touched them as if this were the first time it had happened. Like asking myself, 'Oh, what is this?'.

I felt his hands grab my shoulders. I looked up but before I realized it, I was against his chest. "Nicole," he said deeply. "I'm sorry for making you upset. I'm sorry for making you cry. I, I just don't know how to convey my feelings properly, is all." He pulled me so I was facing him. He looked me straight in the eyes. "It's not that what you did bothered me. It's only that I simply don't understand how to deal with the things that I felt when you," he paused. "Kissed me." He let go and nervously scratched at the back of his head.

I sat there limply. Huh? Everything was still as I processed what he was saying. "What did you just say?" He looked over at me confused.

"I said, when you kissed me, I was simply a bit shocked and unsure of what you were trying to convey, so-"

"Wait wait wait wait wait." I interrupted. " What the heck are you talking about?" He looked at me surprised.

"What do you mean? This is what this is all about, correct? You kissed me that night, and when I told you that I didn't want to do something like that again, because I, well, to be truthful I couldn't focus on anything because of it, you were upset and angry, so you left. And then you apologized for being so selfish and acting like an irrational woman, continuing with crying because you are emotional, well, you were there for that so I don't have to completely tell you about it…" He described, lamely scratching his head as he gained control of his facial expression.

I stared at him dumbfounded, feelings of anger and annoyance rising in my stomach. "I never kissed you." I said furrowing my eyebrows. "That never happened."

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Sure it did. You were laying up against me, then, out of no where you reached up and kissed me. I remember it clearly." He seemed completely serious. I felt my face get red. "I guess there is a possibility that you kissed me in your sleep…"

I slapped him. There was a big red hand print on his left cheek. He rubbed it and looked over at me with wide eyes. "So, your telling me that this was just a big misunderstanding and that y-you didn't even mind that I was laying on you?! That you thought that whole time I was just being a bitch and I was angry at you?! Is that seriously it?!" I yelled at him, everything bubbling over.

"Laying on me? Why would I be mad at you for that? I was the one who wanted you to stay…" His eyes flashed. Maybe at that time, he decided that it would be better if he didn't fall in love. Maybe, at that time he realized that maybe it would be better for everyone if he didn't get in a close relationship with someone, if he didn't let someone fall in love with him, if he became reclusive. But even if that's what he thought, it was already too late. Didn't he realize? I already loved him. He should have known. He would go on to let us get closer. And I don't know if I should hate him for that. For letting us become so entangled. For cursing me with that love.

I crumbled. I shrunk down and sobbed. "You idiot…" I mumbled. "You idiot, you idiot." I clung to him. I cried against him, as he ran his hand down my hair.

After a while, everything had calmed down, and we could both think rationally. We sat in silence. I thought about everything that had happened, and I found it comical. I soon began to laugh uncontrollably. L looked at me blankly.

"Hahaha, I'm-I'm sorry for h-hitting you!" I laughed out the words. He didn't seem amused but soon began chuckling as well.

The summer of 1993 was one of the best summers I have ever had. There was laughing, and smiling and lots of pounds gained from eating too many sweets. It was like magic, and maybe it made this whole thing worth it. But it wasn't always that way at Whammy's house, and as the years progressed, we all began to change. And maybe, I shouldn't have asked for a change in the first place…

Hurray! Finally got this in! I hate how you can't indent! I have no idea when I'll get the next one in but I know what's gonna happen in it, and someone special will be introduced! I've been thinking about others stories I might want to write, such as a Genshiken fic, or an Attack On Titan fic. Thanks for reading and putting up with me! Feel free to review and criticize me! I deserve to be punished! I love you!

~Yume-sama