Ice Skating on Nerves
-Mello-

That socially inept kid is ice-skating over my nerves, fraying them into unintelligible strands. He seems to want something from me, but every time I'd get close enough for it to be private, his speech seemed to pause, making it nearly impossible to actually find out what it was. I, of course, am not one to push to hard, unless it has to do with me getting in trouble with Roger yet again. Thus, every time he'd quit speaking momentarily, I'd leave him alone, walk away, and ignore him.

I can never understand him. I don't think anyone can understand him. Even for L, he is a challenge, never speaking out of turn, and always seeming to say something to either disappoint or anger someone. He isn't sensitive to words, and thinks everyone else shouldn't be—which was true. However, he doesn't seem to realize that people's emotions were torn whenever he spoke.

I groan, crossing my arms and staring up at the ceiling from my bed. That damned boy is on my mind, and I want him gone. I run my fingers through my fringe, hating my train of thought; when I should be thinking on the test that was in a few days, I am thinking about Near.

It seems he really was far better than me in many areas, including controlling my subconscious. I sigh, feeling a tingle roll down my spine at the questions running through my head. My eyes close on their own, and I am left in my dreams, whilst the world moved on to deal with the warm afternoon.