=== YOUR POV ===

               I slumped down in my seat as far as possible, my hair fanned out behind me,  praying that Mr. Henry wouldn't see me. Of course, when you have an obviously negative outward reaction toward someone or something as simple as being called on in class, the teacher will notice without fail every time, so, naturally-- "Ms. (Y/N). Would you kindly grace us with your superior attention and... uh...--" I cut him off, already walking to the front of the room and putting on a confident façade. "I think the phrase you're looking for is 'way of being'." A few snickers from the kids behind me I grab the chalk from my 5'6" teacher, feeling short at 5'3". In a few lines, I had written out and solved the entire calculus problem he'd thought I wasn't paying attention to. He grumbles under his breath and sends me back to my seat. I quickly do so, my bare feet hitting the floor silently, and internally scream the moment I sit down.

               I hear an argument outside the back door and look at the teacher, debating, waiting for... The second he turns around, I bolt out the door, much to the amusement of some kid in the back, who, naturally, had to blow my cover. "(Y/N)!!! GET BACK HERE NOW!!!" Mr. Henry, furious, bolts toward the door, but I'm already long gone. I slow down as I near the cafeteria, eventually just walking, as the arguing gets louder. "...don't want to endanger anyone's life, much less--" I round the corner, my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts, nearing the two men, as I hear pounding footsteps behind me. I watch as the men turn to see what's going on in the fraction of a second it takes for me to whip around, see the security guard rushing toward me, rip my hands out of my pockets, turn back around, and run at top speed. Wow, it's a good thing I stretched this morning. I rush between the two men with a barely muttered "excuse me" and run around the corner. 

               I hear the guard's footsteps stop and a low, monotone voice. I suddenly freeze, whip around, and slide back into the hallway with the two men. I manage to get a better look at them this time, and the one on the left is-- "(Y/N)!" I jog back down the hallway toward him, yelling, "WATARI!!!" As the security guard walks away, mumbling about 'kids these days' and 'only because the boss said so'. He spreads his arms and I rush into a hug with tears forming in my eyes, which is saying something; I never cry. He grabs your bare shoulders and holds me an arm's length away from him so he can get a better look at me. He chuckles. "You've grown, (Y/N)." You grumble, "Not much." "How old are you now?" "Eighteen." "What?!?! When was this?" I roll my eyes and mutter, "Yesterday." He cocks an eyebrow and me and releases one of my shoulders, turning back to the other guy. He's wearing a baggy white t-shirt and jeans and has raven-black hair. His eyes are such a dark blue, they're almost black and he has massive bags under his eyes. He's honestly... kinda cute. (It's L btw in case you didn't already know (; )

=== L's POV ===

               "I don't have to talk to any of these people if I don't want to, Watari." He's starting to look kinda angry. "L, you don't have to talk to just anyone, but there's this one (G)--" I feel my face harden. "No. Look, I'm not gender-biased or anything, but I don't want to endanger anyone's life with my job, much less--" I'm cut off as a guard comes running down the hall and a (G) whips around, (G) hair flying out behind (G), and starts running toward us. (G)'s just gone between Watari and I, mumbling a hasty "'scuse me", when I tell the security guard to return to his post. He walks away grumbling. The (G) and Watari have a reunion and then turn to me. I look (G) up and down while (G)'s doing the same to me. (G)'s wearing a (F/C) tank top and jean shorts; (G) feet are bare. I look back up at (G) face. (G) eyes are (E/C) and (G) has beautiful, long, (H/C) hair. I clear my throat and bow, when (G) straightens up and does the same. "M-my name is (Y/N)." (G) mutters, intent on looking at (G) feet. I glance at Watari and he gives a nod. I tilt my head at him and he nods again, more intently this time. I sigh and look down the hall. "You can never tell anyone my name." "I could say the same to you," (G) pipes up and I look at her again; (G) (E/C) eyes are now sparkling with determination. I feel the corners of my lips pull up. What's happening to me?!?!

=== YOUR POV ===

               He starts to smile at my remark, then reaches up to feel his mouth and ruins the moment. He clears his throat and mutters, "My name is Lawliet." Watari grins next to me and I hear lots more footsteps coming down the hallway toward us. I pull away from Watari and get ready to run. "How many classes have you ditched today?" Watari asks, surprised. I shrug and say, "Only twelve." Lawliet looks at me, shocked, as start turning the corner. I hesitate and look at him again. "It was nice to meet you, L." He starts to smile again, followed by another shocked look. I turn to run just as nearly every single teacher at Wammy's sees me.

=== BB'S POV ===

               I glance at the clock nervously. (Y/N) should have been back by now. Unless (G)'d managed to dodge every teacher in the school... again. (G) rushed through the door, slammed her body against it, and locked it, then threw a bunch of furniture against it, then stumbled over to (G) bed and collapsed on it as Roger unlocked the door and tried to open it. He yelled over the pile of furniture at  (Y/N) that (G) wouldn't get to see visitors for a week for this one. "Worth it!!! No one would ever come to see me, anyways!!!" He starts grumbling and walks away. I sit up and toss the box I've been clutching in my hands for over an hour at (G). "Here. I've been working on it for a while now." (G) somehow manages to catch and open it in one graceful move, pulling out the little blue dragon on the hand-crafted silver chain. I look at the floor. "Do... Do you like it?" (G) glares at me as (G) attaches it around her neck. "What're you on about? I love it!!!" (G) runs over and gives me a quick hug and I immediately feel my cheeks get hot. (G) pulls back to look at my face and I see that (G)'s started to blush, too. (G) immediately reaches up to feel (G) cheeks, a shocked look on (G) face.

=== YOUR POV ===

               I reached up to feel my now flaming cheeks, shocked that I'm actually blushing. I walk over to my bed to distract myself and pull out a full box of jam ... Well... ALMOST full. It looks like SOMEONE got into way sooner than you expected. And took a jar of my strawberry jam, too. I take out another jar and examine it, astounded at how much it looked like blood. Beyond just shrugs, unashamed. I hear a voice clear in the doorframe and shove the box back under the bed, standing up as quickly as possible. "Yes?" I call out. Watari'a voice answers me. "(Y/N)? Is it at all possible for me to come in?" I curse under my breath and walk over to the mountain in front of my door, looking at it from all angles. "Um... I'm sure there's a way... I think..." I gesture to BB, pulling at a cabinet as he catches a chair that was about to fall on my head. "Nice... Catch..." I huff. He turns and starts pushing the desk back into place. "No problem." Eventually, we cleared everything away and Watari walks in. "Mr. Beyond, you've been invited to L.A. to work on a case with the FBI agents there." I subconsciously grabbed Beyond's hand. "As for you, (G). (Y/N). You've been invited to work with L on the Kira case in Japan."