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Something I wrote for and friend and it's dedicated to her now. finally a chapter that's long enough for you!
Chapter 1
"Yamato! Get out here now!"
"."
Malcolm Ishida sighed and shook his head at the closed door that was currently distorting the overly loud music being blasted from within the room.
He turned his back in defeat and headed back to the living room from which he had emerged only a few minutes ago.
Stepping into the darkened room he closed the door quietly behind him and sighed again. Then remembering why he had tried to coax his teenage son from his room, he turned to the sofa, which was now oddly being occupied by someone other than his troubled son.
"I'm sorry Sora, it's just difficult to get a response out of him at the moment."
"It's okay, I'm sure he'll come out there sometime and I can say hello then."
The tired and over-worked man smiled at the polite young girl.
"You know, it will be a pleasure having you stay with us Sora."
The young girl blushed at the compliment.
"Now to business. As you can see this place isn't exactly huge or clean for that matter." He stated, tracing a finger along the coffee table that was currently home to three used mugs and two plates with crusts on them, and leaving a trail be hind him, showing how the coffee table had once looked.
Then clapping his hands together to rid them of the dust he continued.
"But I want you to make yourself at home. Whatever you need, just ask and I'll see what I can do. There's a spare room for you down the hall, right at the bottom on the left. I've put clean sheets on your bed and left you some towels and a flannel on the chair in the corner. You can do what you want decoration wise, as it's your room from now on. Okay?"
"Thanks, Mr. Ishida, but you don't have to do all this for me."
"I promised your mum and dad I would take care of you if they ever needed help, and that's what I'm going to do."
The young girl shook her head, but smiled at the tired man.
"At least let me pay. No!" She held her hand up to silence the protests. "I've already got myself a job, waitressing, so the money I get from that can go towards the bills for food and the phone and things like that. I insist." She said, staring the man down. "It's good enough of you to let me stay here, but at least let me help out a bit."
"Very well, but only if you can afford it, I don't want your new job getting in the way of school work just because you feel you need to make some extra money to help us out. Anything you can give us will do just fine." They smiled at each other and stood up.
"I'll show you to your room and you can unpack. The shower is just opposite your room, you know where the kitchen is and my room is next to the bathroom if you need anything. Oh and Sora." He called to her retreating back.
"Yes?"
"Don't let Yamato get you down okay?" He said, eyeing the girl warily. "He's difficult to live with, but don't take anything he says to heart too much, please?"
"I won't, but I'm sure he can't be that bad. I mean, he was perfectly nice to me 6 years ago when we met then." She sighed at the memories suddenly coming back to her.
"Well a lot can happen in 6 years Sora. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." She replied smiling as she closed the door behind her.
'How different can he possibly be?' She wondered to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yamato! Yamato! Open this door now!" Yelled his annoyed father bringing his fist up to the door and pounding on the chipped varnish finished piece of wood. "I mean it Yamato, I'm coming in if you don't open this door."
The door swung open revealing a very annoyed, but exceedingly good looking 17-year-old with golden blonde hair, and startling blue eyes.
"What?" He snapped.
"We have company Yamato, aren't you going to come and say hello?"
"I'm busy." He replied smirking at his father and moving to close the door in his face. But Malcolm stepped in first bringing his palm to the door and stopping his son from slamming it in his face.
The blonde's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I don't want to talk to whoever it is, ok!" He said, stating the syllables of the last word clearly so that his father couldn't miss them.
"Fine." Came the exasperated reply. "But before you shut yourself in your room again and then decide to sneak off to wherever you go on a night time I want a word with you."
"And the word would be?"
"Be nice to her Yamato."
"That's more than one word." The blonde retorted. "I'm serious Yamato, she doesn't need to put up with your crap now, alright." He stated rather then asked as his own eyes narrowed just as much as his sons.
"Whatever." Came the reply as the door was swiftly slammed in the stressed father's face.
'Where did I go wrong with you, Yamato? I know you haven't had it easy throughout your life, but this is no way to cope. Going out and getting drunk every night and goodness knows what else you get up to.'
He turned his back to the door and rested against it as he closed his eyes and let his thought's consume him.
'I've tried everything to get him to snap out of this phase but nothing has worked. Instead of responding to any of the things I've done to try and help him he positively, he just goes out to clubs and brings home countless girls every week. Why can't you see that this is no way to live your life, son?'
Sighing he turned to look down the hall, suddenly startled out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps and a new voice.
"Was that Yamato? Can I go in and say hi?"
"He's a bit busy at the minute, Sora. Try him later okay?" He said smiling at the young girl.
She'd changed a lot as to how he remembered her before.
She had let her chin length hair grow down past her shoulders to her mid- back and it was the most stunning colour of red he'd ever seen. She had grown several feet as well, but that was to be expected, as she was no longer 8 years old, but 14. Her eyes how ever, remained the same. Almost as startling as his sons in their appearance, but they where the most unique colour of red he'd ever seen.
"Okay. I'm going to take a shower now, is that okay?" She asked tilting her head to look up at him.
"Okay Sora, but you really don't have to ask okay."
"Sorry." She smiled and turned on her heel and headed towards the bathroom.
Sora's P.O.V
I'd been staying with Ishida's for over a week now and I'd never felt more at home. I had yet to talk to or even see, for that matter, Yamato, but Mr. Ishida, or Malcolm as he asked me to call him, assured me it was nothing personal and that Matt was just busy.
I knew it was a lie.
Still I couldn't force someone who was never in when I was to talk to me.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes again. It was Sunday morning and I'd decided to get up early and do a bit of spring-cleaning.
I'd been attempting to clean every night after I'd got home from the café where I waitressed, but every time I picked up a duster and some polish Malcolm would insist I left it for him to do. So this morning I decided that I'd get up early, clean the house and cook them some breakfast, in the way of a thank you for letting me stay with them.
I got out of bed and pulled on an old pare of jeans that were worn at the knee's and a white tank top. Then sliding my slippers on I stepped quietly out into the hall.
Walking towards the kitchen I heard the quiet snores coming from Malcolms room and also from Matt's.
'Maybe today I'll finally get to say hi to him.' I smiled to myself as I walked past his room and almost broke my neck on a pair of knickers and what appeared to be a skirt, but for lack of material to confirm it, I wasn't sure.
I looked around the living room and hallway only to be greeted by the sight of numerous pieces of clothing hanging from different items of furniture.
'Whose are all of these?' I wondered to myself. Glancing round I noticed that the items seemed to lead to Matt's room.
Blushing slightly, I turned my head and stepped around the mess into the kitchen.
Opening the cupboard under the sink I pulled out a dust cloth and the polish and tried to suppress the feeling that I was now experiencing.
'I will not get jealous. I will not get jealous.' I repeated to myself.
The problem was that I was getting jealous.
I didn't want to, I mean I hadn't seen Matt since I was 8 and the last time I saw him I'd hated him so much.
***Flashback***
"Has anyone seen Matt?" I asked, glancing round the holiday site where our two families were currently staying.
"No we haven't, sweetheart. Why don't you go look for him."
"Okay." I squeaked, running off in the direction that I knew he'd be.
"Be careful, Sora." My mum called after me.
"I will be!" I yelled as I reached the edge of the small forest surrounding the campsite.
I bounded through the forest. I knew where he would be, in his secret place.
I grinned to myself as I stumbled over the large upturned tree roots.
I was the only person he'd told about his secret place. No one but he and I knew and he'd made me promise not to tell anyone, it was our secret place now.
Slowing down to a walk I turned the corner just a few minutes away from my destination. Then Matt I would talk again. I loved being with Matt; he treated me so differently from everyone else.
He'd talk to me like I was all grown up. That's why I liked him.
I giggled to myself.
He liked me too, he said so, and although I wasn't sure he meant the same way as I did, but he still said I was cute.
I started to run again.
Last night we'd stayed out here for ages. He was teaching me how to swim. Matt said I was getting really good. I'd giggled. I did that a lot around him.
I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks.
This wasn't Matt.
At first I'd thought it was a mistake, maybe I'd taken a wrong turn, but no as I looked around I realised I hadn't. This was OUR secret place.
Then I'd thought that someone else had found it, someone had found our secret place, so we'd have to find a new one, but what I saw next broke my heart. My belief in love and everything good shattered with this moment.
This was OUR secret place and someone else was here. But they hadn't found the place because there was Matt, laughing and joking and kissing another girl in OUR secret place.
I didn't know how long I stood there watching the two of them but I suddenly felt like I wanted to run. Run away from everything I'd just seen everything I'd felt for him.
I tripped over a branch as I tried to get away from that place and I heard Matt call out as he realised I was there. But I was too upset to care.
I was eight years old and in love with someone who didn't feel anything for me. So I ran. Back to the campsite and away from him. Whenever the opportunity came up to see him again after that day, I'd always pretended I was ill to get out of it.
***End Flashback***
I sighed as I moved around the small apartment cleaning the dust off the various unmatching pieces of furniture.
It wasn't so bad anymore otherwise there'd have been no way I would have come to stay with his dad and him.
I was over him, I knew that much. I mean I'd been eight years old and I'd had a crush on a cute boy who was a good four years older than me, but some of what I'd felt that night was still there.
Shaking my head, I smiled to myself as I emptied the dirty over-flowing washing basket into the washer. I'd had fun with him though. No one had ever been able to make me laugh as much as Matt had done and even if he'd hurt me by finding someone else, I didn't mind so much, now.
I just wanted to see him again and apologize, well I doubted if he'd even remember that day, and me but all the same I'd avoided him for over six years now and I thought that apologizing and seeing him again was something I needed to do. For my own piece of mind if for nothing else.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour later and I'd cleaned the entire apartment, excluding the rooms from top to bottom and everything looked a lot brighter than it had done before.
I'd also been down to the shops and got some items for breakfast and I was currently cooking ten sausages for our breakfast.
As I tipped the sausages onto a plate and put them in the warm oven I heard a door click open and somebody wandering down the hall to the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later I heard another pair of footsteps emerge from one of the rooms and walk towards the kitchen.
The footsteps stopped before they even got past the living room.
"Where the hell are my clothes!" Erupted from the room only seconds later.
I'd jumped at the sudden outburst, but recovered quickly as I made my way out to the next room to explain that I'd gathered them up and put them in the bathroom so no one tripped over them.
I stepped out into the living room and nearly gasped in shock as I saw a half naked man standing in the middle of the room looking like he could kill.
Was this really Matt, the same Matt who'd only been a foot and a half taller than me when I was eight. No way this could be him.
As I stood there and stared at the guy I decided it had to be him. He had the same golden blonde hair, although he had let it grow out a bit. He also had the same ocean blue eyes. This was Matt, but wow! Had he ever changed.
Shaking my head slightly I opened my mouth to explain.
"Well?" He asked, his arms folded over his broad chest. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my clothes? Are you an ex of mine or something, or did dad finally hire a maid?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him unbelievingly, trying to take in everything he'd just said.
I opened my mouth to speak again.
"My name is Sora, you might remember me from about six years ago. Your clothes are in the bathroom, where I put them so that I wouldn't trip over them and wake you all up. No I'm not an ex of yours and no I am not the maid, although I have tidied up for you both."
I took a deep breath and looked at him expectantly.
But he just stood there for a while longer and then turned on his heel and walked towards the bathroom.
I stood there staring after him for a few seconds trying to work out what had just happened.
'That was definitely NOT the meeting I was hoping for.'
I started to turn round but didn't even get as far as the settee when I heard footsteps walking back down the hallway and towards the door.
I turned my head to see my old crush and some girl, who I assumed was his girlfriend exiting the apartment hand in hand.
I shook my head and returned to the kitchen.
Had I just caught him in a bad mood? Or was this what Malcolm had been warning me about? Had he really changed that much since I'd last seen him.
I returned to my cooking and was just tipping the fried bread onto the plate as another set of footsteps made themselves heard and a few seconds later Malcolm appeared in the kitchen.
I gave him his breakfast and he thanked me endlessly for it and for cleaning the apartment, saying he was always meaning to, but never found the time.
I smiled and excused myself from the table, telling him that I needed to get ready for work.
In truth however, I didn't need to be there until twelve, but I needed to think over what had just happened.
I stepped into my room and fell down on my bed. Staring up at the ceiling I began to remember the old Matt. The old Matt, I liked him so much more than this new one I'd met today. The old Matt used to take me out to the ice- cream truck and insist on paying even when I'd been given some money. He would take me swimming and forget about his friends who wanted to go out with him as well, saying he would much rather go with me.
Something had happened though. I had no idea what, but that Matt, the Matt I'd loved, well love might have been too strong a word, I had only been young after all. But the Matt I cared about had seemingly changed over night, and I didn't like it one bit.
Finished! Hope you all like, and please review as soon as ff.net lets us again! Love White Lily
Something I wrote for and friend and it's dedicated to her now. finally a chapter that's long enough for you!
Chapter 1
"Yamato! Get out here now!"
"."
Malcolm Ishida sighed and shook his head at the closed door that was currently distorting the overly loud music being blasted from within the room.
He turned his back in defeat and headed back to the living room from which he had emerged only a few minutes ago.
Stepping into the darkened room he closed the door quietly behind him and sighed again. Then remembering why he had tried to coax his teenage son from his room, he turned to the sofa, which was now oddly being occupied by someone other than his troubled son.
"I'm sorry Sora, it's just difficult to get a response out of him at the moment."
"It's okay, I'm sure he'll come out there sometime and I can say hello then."
The tired and over-worked man smiled at the polite young girl.
"You know, it will be a pleasure having you stay with us Sora."
The young girl blushed at the compliment.
"Now to business. As you can see this place isn't exactly huge or clean for that matter." He stated, tracing a finger along the coffee table that was currently home to three used mugs and two plates with crusts on them, and leaving a trail be hind him, showing how the coffee table had once looked.
Then clapping his hands together to rid them of the dust he continued.
"But I want you to make yourself at home. Whatever you need, just ask and I'll see what I can do. There's a spare room for you down the hall, right at the bottom on the left. I've put clean sheets on your bed and left you some towels and a flannel on the chair in the corner. You can do what you want decoration wise, as it's your room from now on. Okay?"
"Thanks, Mr. Ishida, but you don't have to do all this for me."
"I promised your mum and dad I would take care of you if they ever needed help, and that's what I'm going to do."
The young girl shook her head, but smiled at the tired man.
"At least let me pay. No!" She held her hand up to silence the protests. "I've already got myself a job, waitressing, so the money I get from that can go towards the bills for food and the phone and things like that. I insist." She said, staring the man down. "It's good enough of you to let me stay here, but at least let me help out a bit."
"Very well, but only if you can afford it, I don't want your new job getting in the way of school work just because you feel you need to make some extra money to help us out. Anything you can give us will do just fine." They smiled at each other and stood up.
"I'll show you to your room and you can unpack. The shower is just opposite your room, you know where the kitchen is and my room is next to the bathroom if you need anything. Oh and Sora." He called to her retreating back.
"Yes?"
"Don't let Yamato get you down okay?" He said, eyeing the girl warily. "He's difficult to live with, but don't take anything he says to heart too much, please?"
"I won't, but I'm sure he can't be that bad. I mean, he was perfectly nice to me 6 years ago when we met then." She sighed at the memories suddenly coming back to her.
"Well a lot can happen in 6 years Sora. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." She replied smiling as she closed the door behind her.
'How different can he possibly be?' She wondered to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yamato! Yamato! Open this door now!" Yelled his annoyed father bringing his fist up to the door and pounding on the chipped varnish finished piece of wood. "I mean it Yamato, I'm coming in if you don't open this door."
The door swung open revealing a very annoyed, but exceedingly good looking 17-year-old with golden blonde hair, and startling blue eyes.
"What?" He snapped.
"We have company Yamato, aren't you going to come and say hello?"
"I'm busy." He replied smirking at his father and moving to close the door in his face. But Malcolm stepped in first bringing his palm to the door and stopping his son from slamming it in his face.
The blonde's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I don't want to talk to whoever it is, ok!" He said, stating the syllables of the last word clearly so that his father couldn't miss them.
"Fine." Came the exasperated reply. "But before you shut yourself in your room again and then decide to sneak off to wherever you go on a night time I want a word with you."
"And the word would be?"
"Be nice to her Yamato."
"That's more than one word." The blonde retorted. "I'm serious Yamato, she doesn't need to put up with your crap now, alright." He stated rather then asked as his own eyes narrowed just as much as his sons.
"Whatever." Came the reply as the door was swiftly slammed in the stressed father's face.
'Where did I go wrong with you, Yamato? I know you haven't had it easy throughout your life, but this is no way to cope. Going out and getting drunk every night and goodness knows what else you get up to.'
He turned his back to the door and rested against it as he closed his eyes and let his thought's consume him.
'I've tried everything to get him to snap out of this phase but nothing has worked. Instead of responding to any of the things I've done to try and help him he positively, he just goes out to clubs and brings home countless girls every week. Why can't you see that this is no way to live your life, son?'
Sighing he turned to look down the hall, suddenly startled out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps and a new voice.
"Was that Yamato? Can I go in and say hi?"
"He's a bit busy at the minute, Sora. Try him later okay?" He said smiling at the young girl.
She'd changed a lot as to how he remembered her before.
She had let her chin length hair grow down past her shoulders to her mid- back and it was the most stunning colour of red he'd ever seen. She had grown several feet as well, but that was to be expected, as she was no longer 8 years old, but 14. Her eyes how ever, remained the same. Almost as startling as his sons in their appearance, but they where the most unique colour of red he'd ever seen.
"Okay. I'm going to take a shower now, is that okay?" She asked tilting her head to look up at him.
"Okay Sora, but you really don't have to ask okay."
"Sorry." She smiled and turned on her heel and headed towards the bathroom.
Sora's P.O.V
I'd been staying with Ishida's for over a week now and I'd never felt more at home. I had yet to talk to or even see, for that matter, Yamato, but Mr. Ishida, or Malcolm as he asked me to call him, assured me it was nothing personal and that Matt was just busy.
I knew it was a lie.
Still I couldn't force someone who was never in when I was to talk to me.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes again. It was Sunday morning and I'd decided to get up early and do a bit of spring-cleaning.
I'd been attempting to clean every night after I'd got home from the café where I waitressed, but every time I picked up a duster and some polish Malcolm would insist I left it for him to do. So this morning I decided that I'd get up early, clean the house and cook them some breakfast, in the way of a thank you for letting me stay with them.
I got out of bed and pulled on an old pare of jeans that were worn at the knee's and a white tank top. Then sliding my slippers on I stepped quietly out into the hall.
Walking towards the kitchen I heard the quiet snores coming from Malcolms room and also from Matt's.
'Maybe today I'll finally get to say hi to him.' I smiled to myself as I walked past his room and almost broke my neck on a pair of knickers and what appeared to be a skirt, but for lack of material to confirm it, I wasn't sure.
I looked around the living room and hallway only to be greeted by the sight of numerous pieces of clothing hanging from different items of furniture.
'Whose are all of these?' I wondered to myself. Glancing round I noticed that the items seemed to lead to Matt's room.
Blushing slightly, I turned my head and stepped around the mess into the kitchen.
Opening the cupboard under the sink I pulled out a dust cloth and the polish and tried to suppress the feeling that I was now experiencing.
'I will not get jealous. I will not get jealous.' I repeated to myself.
The problem was that I was getting jealous.
I didn't want to, I mean I hadn't seen Matt since I was 8 and the last time I saw him I'd hated him so much.
***Flashback***
"Has anyone seen Matt?" I asked, glancing round the holiday site where our two families were currently staying.
"No we haven't, sweetheart. Why don't you go look for him."
"Okay." I squeaked, running off in the direction that I knew he'd be.
"Be careful, Sora." My mum called after me.
"I will be!" I yelled as I reached the edge of the small forest surrounding the campsite.
I bounded through the forest. I knew where he would be, in his secret place.
I grinned to myself as I stumbled over the large upturned tree roots.
I was the only person he'd told about his secret place. No one but he and I knew and he'd made me promise not to tell anyone, it was our secret place now.
Slowing down to a walk I turned the corner just a few minutes away from my destination. Then Matt I would talk again. I loved being with Matt; he treated me so differently from everyone else.
He'd talk to me like I was all grown up. That's why I liked him.
I giggled to myself.
He liked me too, he said so, and although I wasn't sure he meant the same way as I did, but he still said I was cute.
I started to run again.
Last night we'd stayed out here for ages. He was teaching me how to swim. Matt said I was getting really good. I'd giggled. I did that a lot around him.
I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks.
This wasn't Matt.
At first I'd thought it was a mistake, maybe I'd taken a wrong turn, but no as I looked around I realised I hadn't. This was OUR secret place.
Then I'd thought that someone else had found it, someone had found our secret place, so we'd have to find a new one, but what I saw next broke my heart. My belief in love and everything good shattered with this moment.
This was OUR secret place and someone else was here. But they hadn't found the place because there was Matt, laughing and joking and kissing another girl in OUR secret place.
I didn't know how long I stood there watching the two of them but I suddenly felt like I wanted to run. Run away from everything I'd just seen everything I'd felt for him.
I tripped over a branch as I tried to get away from that place and I heard Matt call out as he realised I was there. But I was too upset to care.
I was eight years old and in love with someone who didn't feel anything for me. So I ran. Back to the campsite and away from him. Whenever the opportunity came up to see him again after that day, I'd always pretended I was ill to get out of it.
***End Flashback***
I sighed as I moved around the small apartment cleaning the dust off the various unmatching pieces of furniture.
It wasn't so bad anymore otherwise there'd have been no way I would have come to stay with his dad and him.
I was over him, I knew that much. I mean I'd been eight years old and I'd had a crush on a cute boy who was a good four years older than me, but some of what I'd felt that night was still there.
Shaking my head, I smiled to myself as I emptied the dirty over-flowing washing basket into the washer. I'd had fun with him though. No one had ever been able to make me laugh as much as Matt had done and even if he'd hurt me by finding someone else, I didn't mind so much, now.
I just wanted to see him again and apologize, well I doubted if he'd even remember that day, and me but all the same I'd avoided him for over six years now and I thought that apologizing and seeing him again was something I needed to do. For my own piece of mind if for nothing else.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour later and I'd cleaned the entire apartment, excluding the rooms from top to bottom and everything looked a lot brighter than it had done before.
I'd also been down to the shops and got some items for breakfast and I was currently cooking ten sausages for our breakfast.
As I tipped the sausages onto a plate and put them in the warm oven I heard a door click open and somebody wandering down the hall to the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later I heard another pair of footsteps emerge from one of the rooms and walk towards the kitchen.
The footsteps stopped before they even got past the living room.
"Where the hell are my clothes!" Erupted from the room only seconds later.
I'd jumped at the sudden outburst, but recovered quickly as I made my way out to the next room to explain that I'd gathered them up and put them in the bathroom so no one tripped over them.
I stepped out into the living room and nearly gasped in shock as I saw a half naked man standing in the middle of the room looking like he could kill.
Was this really Matt, the same Matt who'd only been a foot and a half taller than me when I was eight. No way this could be him.
As I stood there and stared at the guy I decided it had to be him. He had the same golden blonde hair, although he had let it grow out a bit. He also had the same ocean blue eyes. This was Matt, but wow! Had he ever changed.
Shaking my head slightly I opened my mouth to explain.
"Well?" He asked, his arms folded over his broad chest. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my clothes? Are you an ex of mine or something, or did dad finally hire a maid?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him unbelievingly, trying to take in everything he'd just said.
I opened my mouth to speak again.
"My name is Sora, you might remember me from about six years ago. Your clothes are in the bathroom, where I put them so that I wouldn't trip over them and wake you all up. No I'm not an ex of yours and no I am not the maid, although I have tidied up for you both."
I took a deep breath and looked at him expectantly.
But he just stood there for a while longer and then turned on his heel and walked towards the bathroom.
I stood there staring after him for a few seconds trying to work out what had just happened.
'That was definitely NOT the meeting I was hoping for.'
I started to turn round but didn't even get as far as the settee when I heard footsteps walking back down the hallway and towards the door.
I turned my head to see my old crush and some girl, who I assumed was his girlfriend exiting the apartment hand in hand.
I shook my head and returned to the kitchen.
Had I just caught him in a bad mood? Or was this what Malcolm had been warning me about? Had he really changed that much since I'd last seen him.
I returned to my cooking and was just tipping the fried bread onto the plate as another set of footsteps made themselves heard and a few seconds later Malcolm appeared in the kitchen.
I gave him his breakfast and he thanked me endlessly for it and for cleaning the apartment, saying he was always meaning to, but never found the time.
I smiled and excused myself from the table, telling him that I needed to get ready for work.
In truth however, I didn't need to be there until twelve, but I needed to think over what had just happened.
I stepped into my room and fell down on my bed. Staring up at the ceiling I began to remember the old Matt. The old Matt, I liked him so much more than this new one I'd met today. The old Matt used to take me out to the ice- cream truck and insist on paying even when I'd been given some money. He would take me swimming and forget about his friends who wanted to go out with him as well, saying he would much rather go with me.
Something had happened though. I had no idea what, but that Matt, the Matt I'd loved, well love might have been too strong a word, I had only been young after all. But the Matt I cared about had seemingly changed over night, and I didn't like it one bit.
Finished! Hope you all like, and please review as soon as ff.net lets us again! Love White Lily