Light stared at the pages of a Shakespear playwrite, his grey eyes tracing slowly over each line as his brother leaned on a wall next to him.
"How can you stare at that freaking book for this long?" He heard his brother ask him, sighing as he spoke. Light smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, and spoke in a light and airy voice, as calm as ever,
"Maybe if you'd pick up a book every now and then, you'd know why. Instead of nearly getting yourself arrested every night by sneaking off to who knows where." He said with a small laugh, his grey eyes traveling back to his book.
"At least that's exciting... And I got away, they didn't catch me.." Alan mummbled under his breath, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Light rolled his eyes again, keeping his gaze cast down at his book,
"Next time I'm not gonna be there to cover for ya, so watch it." He said, raising an eye brow at his brother, who shrugged his shoulders in responce, and ran a hand through his raven black hair.





