Mello, Light. Raving.
Who: Mello and Light.
When: Friday after school.
Where: Outside the parking lot and later, a rave.
What: After talking with a fellow upperclassman, Mello decides to take matters into his own hands.
Warnings: Possible language. Mello's fault.
The usual routine was slightly disrupted this time around. Instead of finding his bike in the tangle of cars out in the parking lot and heading home, Mello hung around the clusters of students, sipping a can of soda. The day thus far was uneventful, and through it all Mello had plenty of time to scheme with what he'd planned to occupy him most of the night and into the weekend. Although he was a naturally good student and paid attention during lectures, that didn't mean he wasn't somewhat prone to zoning out. He just didn't make it a habit.
Fridays came and went fast during class, though, and he wasn't about to complain. There was a party tonight downtown he'd heard about and he knew just who he was going to be taking. He'd need to convince said victim beforehand, but that wouldn't be much of a problem. Depending.
Eyes on the length of the walkway to his left, Mello waited, lounging against the wall as people passed by and searching for a familiar face in specific.
When: Friday after school.
Where: Outside the parking lot and later, a rave.
What: After talking with a fellow upperclassman, Mello decides to take matters into his own hands.
Warnings: Possible language. Mello's fault.
The usual routine was slightly disrupted this time around. Instead of finding his bike in the tangle of cars out in the parking lot and heading home, Mello hung around the clusters of students, sipping a can of soda. The day thus far was uneventful, and through it all Mello had plenty of time to scheme with what he'd planned to occupy him most of the night and into the weekend. Although he was a naturally good student and paid attention during lectures, that didn't mean he wasn't somewhat prone to zoning out. He just didn't make it a habit.
Fridays came and went fast during class, though, and he wasn't about to complain. There was a party tonight downtown he'd heard about and he knew just who he was going to be taking. He'd need to convince said victim beforehand, but that wouldn't be much of a problem. Depending.
Eyes on the length of the walkway to his left, Mello waited, lounging against the wall as people passed by and searching for a familiar face in specific.