"Matt?" Dangit, where was that kid when you needed him? He was always following me around. Why not today? Where the heck was that guy? "Matt!"
"What?!" The answer came from within me and Matt's room.
I walked quickly into the room. "Where have you been?" I asked him.
He was playing a video game. He didn't take his eyes away from it. He never did. "Here," he said, pointing to the wall. His eyes were still glued to that dang video game.
"Eye contact," I muttered.
"Are you going to shoot me again?" Matt asked. His eyes were still glued to that thing.
"I might, if you don't get your face out of that thing and actually look at me!"
"Stop shouting, Mello. People might actually like you." Still looking at the video game.
I pulled out my gun in a swift motion. I was so used to the movement by now it was instinct. "Come on, Matt."
"Why do you want me to look at you?" He sighed.
"Because it's polite." I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "You know, look at me when I'm talking to you. And stuff."
"Look who's talking." But he closed his DS anyway. "Now, okay, what is it?"
"…"
"What?"
"…"
"Okay, Mello, come on…" Matt looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
"…I don't remember." I winced at admitting it, but to him, I could admit anything.
"Ah." Matt shrugged and returned to his video game. "Whatever you say." His eyes were off me again.
As I stood in the doorway, I wondered: What the heck was I doing there again?
I had no idea, but I did get one thing out of this.
You know what?
I think I really need to teach Matt some manners.