Matt walks into the school Cafeteria in a daze, maneuvering past dozens of frantic students and dodging random objects that are thrown only inches away from his face, definitely not anything out of the ordinary at lunch.
Until he finally pauses at the farthest table from the mayhem, that just so happens to be the table Matt sits at everyday, alone, and in quiet. Except for now; for a Blond-Haired Chocoholic is sitting at Matt's table, staring silently at the glossy aluminum floor with half a bar of chocolate jammed in his surprisingly large mouth.
The boy, who seems to be around Matt's age of 15, glances nonchalantly up at him for a brief second, then looks down at his lap and scoots over a few inches on the seat, trying to make room for the Curious Gamer in front of him.
Matt finds the gesture unusual from someone who he just met, though he takes the offer anyway and sits down quietly next to the unordinary blond student. Matt continues staring at the boy's face with concentration, while showing no emotion in his own face, tinted orange from the reflection off his goggles on his head.
The Boy is obviously distracted by Matt's staring, fumbling with the chocolate wrapper in his hands and sneaking looks up at Matt's face and back down at the table repetitively for a few moments, then he suddenly stops and just stares wide-eyed at the glossed plastic table-top, still no change in emotion on Matt's face.
"Will you stop fucking staring at me already?!" Screams the teen, while slamming his chocolate-covered hands on the table and shouting in the Gamer's shocked face.
Matt sits stiff as a board next to the child for a few straight minutes before walking away and lugging his bag to his dorm room, leaving Mello alone and feeling like a total Asshole in the lunchroom.
"ahh, God Dammit you jerk, You shouldn't have shouted like that." Mello muttered to himself as he took one last mouthful of chocolate; then picked up his tattered school books and went to find his next class, guilt tailing along behind him.
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After the evening classes were over for the day Mello decided to find his room upstairs, then he could unpack the junk in his bags and meet his roommate...
Mello didn't know how he would manage dealing with that weird Gamer if he ever ran into him again; though for some reason he thought for a moment that the boy was actually smiling at him the whole time... rather than just plain staring at his face... And what was so interesting about Mello's face anyway??...
The confused Chocoholic leaned on his suitcase in the main office as he waited for the employee to finish pouring himself a cup of coffee... God! was That Gamer confusing, and apparantley also stuck on Mello's mind for the moment, because that's all that Mello could think about.
Why was he so quiet? Is he scared... or shy? Maybe he has a cold and can't talk anyway... Where's his room? Is it close to mine? Is he in 9th grade too, does he like me, Does he think I'm weird?? Why wouldn't he talk to me, and why'd he stare at my face?!
Mello started getting frustrated at all the bloody questions overwhelming him, he started to get dizzy and wobble with his suitcase, waving back and forth slowly and uncontrollably...
-THWACK!-
Mello landed face-first on the beige colored carpet of the main office, knocked out and clueless.
Ian, The employee who was getting himself coffee, ran over to the unconscious boy after sloshing his steaming beverage in surprise to the sudden noise. Apparently Mello had been swaying quite a lot by his suitcase, until he lunged too far forward. He lost balance and was already too spaced out to stop himself from smashing his face into the ground.
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