This book made no sense whatsoever. It was confusing the hell out of me. All it was about was a kid that got kicked out of a lot of private schools and was ditching another one. He cursed a lot too, well cursing for the 1950's. That's right; I was now reading The Catcher in the Rye. I had already finished reading and revising the speech that L had made, and I was looking for a chance to get it back out there without him noticing me. I highly doubt that that time will ever come. So, here I wait and it's only 6:30 p.m.

I look up from my book and start looking around my room, wonder what I was going to do. I could always watch TV, but there was probably nothing good on. All the good shows were only on in America, trust me, I checked. I could always go to sleep, but then I might miss the once in a lifetime chance that I could return the papers without L noticing me. So, that one was out. I could return to my book, but it was starting to get so boring, that I might fall asleep and miss the once in a lifetime chance. Again, out.

I sighed as I looked blankly up at the ceiling. It was the same color as the rest of the room, and very smooth. Which was kinda funny because when you thought of ceilings, you thought of finding shapes and such in it. It was now that I started to feel guilty about what I did to L. He was already pretty much a social outcast as it is, and my shunning him was probably only making it worse. I knew he wasn't much for people and I was one of the very few people he would talk to without the use of two computers, but he really shouldn't have said what he did.

I sat up as slow as I could, so that I wouldn't end up getting a headache, and stood up. I slid my glasses off of my face and started cleaning them to get rid of dust. I ended up taking off my contacts because they were getting itchy. I got my glasses on when I heard a door closing to another room not too far from my own. A grin appeared on my face as I thought that this was the chance. I grabbed the script from my bedside table and walked over to the door. I gently pushed it open, silently praying that it didn't squeak, which it didn't, and tiptoed my way to the living room. I heard multiple people talking, but none of them were L. I began to walk normally across the hardwood floor, which was cold against my bare feet, and strode into the living room.

I was right. L was nowhere in sight and this was my chance. I walked up to one of the chairs, that I knew had Light-kun in it because I could see his hair, and I noticed that no one seemed to notice me. I stopped when I got right behind his chair and took the papers into both of my hands. I then started lowering the papers in front on Light-kun's face, until he noticed them and then took them into his own hands. It was then that everyone noticed me and I just looked at them with a smile.

As Light-kun flicked through the script that I revised, he stated, "Thank you, Katie. This will help us a lot."

"No problem." I said, my smile slightly bigger, "And next time, just come to me to write it. It'll save time, and I'm sure that you guys will have other stuff to do."

"You think we're going to have to do this again?" Yagami-san asks.

"Maybe. It's just a theory, so I'm not 100 percent sure." I reply, my facial features becoming more thoughtful.

"Katie," Light-kun starts, "are you still avoiding Ryuzaki?"

"What gave you that idea?" I ask him back.

"I don't think it would have taken you three and a half hours to look this over."

"What if I forgot about it? I'm human, and people forget things often."

He obviously didn't believe my excuse, but just looked back to the script. As he looked through it, many of the others started talking again, and most of it was about the Kira case, so I decided to just look around the room and look at the people in it. It was then that I spotted something on the table that I didn't expect to be there.

"Is that my cell phone?" I question to no one in particular. I walk over to the table and pick up the phone. "It is my cell phone!" I exclaim as I open it up, "What's it doing out here?"

Apparently, no one had a clear answer because no one answered and everyone had a confused look on their faces.

Finally someone spoke up, but it wasn't as a confession, "That's yours? Ryuzaki said that it was his." I had learned that the one that spoke was Matsuda.

"He said that?" I asked everyone, and everyone had the same look of agreement before they all replied with 'yeah's, 'hmm mm's, and nods. Now I was angry. "ARGH!" I exclaimed as I started walking out. But then I stopped and looked over at the boys, "Did anyone call this?"

"Only people that had to do with the case." Light-kun answered.

I simply turned around and stomped out towards my room, not worrying if L saw me, or heard me.

As I continued stomping down the hallway and whispering profanities under my breath, a door opened slightly and L came out through a tiny space before shutting it fast. It seems that that door is off-limits.

He saw me and started talking, "Katie, glad I saw you. Do you happen to be…"

He didn't get to finish because of the fact that I just shoved my cell phone in his face.

"Yes, that's you phone." He says, slightly confused, "Is there something wrong with it?"

I just huff once more and bring my phone back down to my side. I clinch the phone so tight in my hand, that I loosened it because I'm afraid that it might break if I squeeze it even a little more. I turn on my heal and start walking into my room once more, but my mood even worse than it has been.

Once I lied down on my bed, phone still in hand, I heard a song that wasn't playing on my i-pod player. I picked my phone up to my face and realized that the song "Love Today" by Mika was coming from that small device. Instantly, my mood was picked up and I had a large grin on my lips.

"KATIE!!" I exclaim as I open my phone and press it against my head.

"NO! You whore! I was listening to that!" My smile only got bigger as she kept on talking, "Just kidding. But I really was listening to that. You could've waited to answer for five minutes."

"No I couldn't have." I replied, "It would've gone to voice mail after I think one minute."

"I don't care. I just would've called back."

Katie was one of my dear friends back in America. She's a year younger than me and very energetic; so much that it's sometimes hard for even me to keep up with her. We've known each other for about three years, but it's almost like we've known each other forever by how we act around each other.

"Mom, big brother was being mean to me again." I say with a pouty face, almost as if she could see it. In our group of girlfriends, we've created a family. Katie was my mom (but also my wife, but that's not important).

"Ohh, really? What did he do this time?"

"He said something really mean to me." Katie knew about L, but all of my friends knew him as Logan, not L or Ryuzaki.

"What did he say exactly?"

"What he said isn't important…"

"It's how he said it."

"No, not that. But what he said really hurt my feelings, and he knows what hurts my feelings, so I think that he did it on purpose." Ok, that was a lie. I knew that he didn't mean it the way he said it, L was just a very blunt person; he didn't know how to beat around the bush.

"Where is he now?" her voice becoming defensive, "I'll go to him and start yelling at him. All you have to do is tell me where he is."

I couldn't help but laugh at how serious she sounded. My group of friends were always so much fun, but if someone was feeling down, they would find a way to fix it. The problem was that Katie's way of fixing something normal dealt with either yelling at whatever caused the problem or hitting it. "I don't think that that's necessary, Katie. I'm already dealing with it, so he should apologize soon, I hope." I say to her, but the last two words were said in a whisper so I doubt she heard them.

"Ok, if you say so." She sounded slightly disappointed. I think she wanted to come over to see me more than she wanted to yell at L for putting me in a bad mood.

"Thanks for the call anyway." I tell her, "You really lightened me up. Before you called, I was really mad at him, but I think I'm better now. Thanks to you of course."

"Of course, you love me. I wish I could see you though. It's really bad in history without you. Mrs. Murphy misses you a lot too. Apparently, you were one of her favorite students, and now you're gone for a while. I swear, this class is almost as bad as my chemistry class, with everyone talking. I'm surprised Mrs. Murphy hasn't gone insane."

"Don't worry. I'll be back before seniors leave, so I will see you soon."

"Yeah, that's right. You have to be back here for graduation. Are you sure you're graduating?"

"I better be. I think the only class I have to worry about is English. I have a D in it I think. But it's going up, so I don't think I have too much to worry about."

"When do you think you'll be back?"

"I was thinking about a month from now. I get out of school on May 28th, so I was thinking of coming back on the 12th."

"NO! That's too far away! Come back next week."

"I can't do that, Katie. Trust me, I want to, but I'm just really busy here, so I think the longest I stay here, the better. Besides, I'm planning on staying the summer too. So, I can relax."

"Really? I thought that you would head straight back after graduation."

"I was thinking about that also, but I decided that I will need some time to myself. Besides, I don't think that Logan will need me here for long."

"Just tell me where you are now, Kari, and I'll come over."

I chuckle at her enthusiasm, I truly love my friends, "I don't think that's the right thing to do. You will probably get into trouble."

She sighs before she says, "Ok, fine, I won't do anything. But I'll be expecting you at school on May 12th, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear Katie. I'll see you then." We hung up and I set my phone on my bedside table. I stood up and stretched out my arms while I started walking towards the door. I felt ready to face L once more.

I opened the door before me and closed it as soon as I got into the hallway. It was abnormally quiet, so the first thought in my mind was that everyone has left. And my suspicion was confirmed when I walked into the living room area. The only one in there was L, and he was busy eating strawberry shortcake. When I walked past him to sit in my normal chair right beside him, he noticed me, but didn't say a word. So he knew I was angry with him and he didn't want me to become more enraged with him.

I saw Watari-san walk out of the kitchen and up behind my chair. I turned around to look at him as he spoke, "Would you like something to eat, Kari? I suppose it's been a while since you've had something." He always sounded so concerned with me. I don't really blame him though.

"No, I think I'm fine for now." I reply after thinking about it for a while.

"You really should eat something." L finally said. It was bold of him to talk to me.

I thought about it for a few more seconds, and realized that he was right. "On second thought, could I have an apple, please?"

Watari-san simply nodded his head before disappearing.

"You know full well that a sandwich isn't enough for an entire day." L spoke up.

"I do. But you know, old habits die hard." I reply, before looking at him, "You're not really one to talk yourself. All you eat are sweets."

He looked at me with a somewhat confused but excited expression before asking, "Does this mean that you're not mad at me anymore?"

"No, I'm still mad at you, just not as much as I was before."

"Good, I don't want our relationship to delay the conclusion of this case." Exactly what L would say, but I knew the real meaning behind it, "I'm glad that you don't hate me anymore."

After Watari-san passed me my apple, we sat in silence where the only sound seemed to be the crunch I was making when biting into my apple. When I was all done, L was still eating some shortcake, which I think this was his third since I came in, I stood up and started walking out of the living area.

"I'm going to take a shower." I announce.

He just nods in recognition as I walk down the hallway.

When I exited the shower, and securely wrapped a towel around me, I looked at something in the bathroom with dread: the scale. I wasn't the girl that thought that she was too fat, I was the girl that knew she was too thin, well, I used to be. I was scared that I had a relapse lately and that all my hard work and all the support I've gotten from everyone would've been for nothing.

I strode over to the digital scale and stepped up on it. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, but then looked down at the LCD numbers. I felt a smile come upon my lips. It was then that I heard a knock on the bathroom door. There were only two bathrooms in the suite: One in the master bedroom, and one in the hallway. I was in the one in the hall.

I quickly made sure that my towel was wrapped tightly before answering with a, "Come in."

The door opened and there stood L with his back slouched and hands in his pockets. He quickly spotted the scale under my feet and gained a look of concern, and looked up at my face.

"120." I said simply. I didn't want to over complicate it for him.

"Pounds?"

"Yep."

He walked into the room as he looked up at the ceiling like he was thinking of something, "And you're five foot five inches at 120 lbs. That would make your BMI(1) at…20 exactly."

"And the ideal BMI is between 18.5 and 24.9. It's kinda scary that I know that. But I'm almost in the middle of that."

"Congratulations, Kari. And I mean it."

"Thanks L, it means a lot."

He wrapped his arms loosely around my waist as I ruffled his hair a little as I stepped off of the scale.

"I need you to leave L." I tell him abruptly. He looked shocked by my words, but I quickly said, "I need to change."

"Of course." He replies, "I'll see you in a little while." He walks out of the room and closes the door behind him as I smile at his back.

(1)BMI-A measure of someone's weight in relation to their height. Basically, it will tell you if you are at the right weight for your height.