"Welcome to my humble abode!" Matt said, walking through the doorway and raising his arms. I eyed the small living room, which was surprisingly tidy. To the right was an arched doorway that led to a pristine looking kitchen, and an open door that led to another room. I drug my luggage into the apartment, placing them next to the desk. I saw many small pieces and wires on the desk, gizmos and odds and ends.
"This is...nice," I said, standing awkwardly next to the desk.
"Oh, well have a seat!" He said, pointing to the couch. "Do you want anything to drink? Water, soda, tea?" He asked, walking towards the very white kitchen.
"Um...Water," I called, sitting down on the cream colored soda. I slipped my shoes off, sighing. So much had happened today...I had my first ever hangover, Liz kicked me out, I'd met Matt and apparently I'm staying here now. I had just started to rest my eyes when Matt stumbled back in, two glasses of water in hand. He handed me one, to which I mumbled a thanks. He put the glass down to untie the loose scarf and take off his large-collared jacket, hanging both on the coatrack next to the door. He actually looked...normal-ish now, in a plain white tee shirt and gray pants.
Matt sat next to me on the sofa, sipping on his water and crossing his legs. "So, you said Liz kicked you out?" His attempt at making small talk was pitiful but appreciated.
"Yup, for something I didn't do," I answered, turning my body to face him. I brought my legs up onto the couch and brought them to my chest, resting my head on them. "Apparently, someone threw a party while she was out and the blame fell to me." I explained further.
"Ah, I see. Well, that's shoddy," He said, sounding genuine. A small smile tugged at my lips, but he didn't notice. The silence in the room was almost calming, it allowed me to close my eyes and relax.
"Alex, are you actually tired? It's only 6 o'clock," Matt commented, shifting on the couch. I nodded in response. He sighed, before standing. "Would you...um, would you like to eat?" I perked up at the offer of food. "Albeit, it will be ramen or mac and cheese," He said sheepishly. I really perked up then.
"Don't sweat it, I love the stuff," I assured him, following him into the kitchen. "Liz never let me eat food like that.." I got quiet. I looked down at the little pudge that pooled above my hips. "She always berated me for my weight." I sighed, but picked out a blue packet of ramen.
"You do realize you aren't even fat, correct?" Matt pondered, putting a pot of water on the stove eye and quirking an eyebrow at me. I felt color rush to my cheeks, looking down at my feet.
"Well, that's not what Liz sai-"
"I don't give a rat's ass what Liz said, Liz isn't here, right? Don't worry about it, you look fine," Matt assured me, turning to stir the pot. My face must be tomato red. I leaned against the wall, twiddling my thumbs while an almost complete stranger made me food. My eyes darted to him. There was something very familiar about him, but I couldn't quite place it. Something about the blue lipstick and the blue scarf and the blue car...It was probably nothing. I wonder what Liz is up to...Probably talking badly about me. Huh, that's-
"Earth to Alex!" Matt snapped his fingers in front of my face, causing me to jump. I blinked a few times, and looked up blearily at him. He was holding a steaming bowl of noodles. I let out a quiet laugh, confusing him further. I took the bowl and whispered a quiet thanks, and walked into the living room. I sat on the couch, and munched on the scalding hot noodles. I couldn't get my mind off of the whole ordeal...I especially wanted to know why Pierce was freaking out when we drove by. And why did Matt slow down? It was almost as if...Almost as if he wanted Pierce to see me.
"Are they any good?" Matt asked, joining me on the couch with a bowl of his own. I nodded slowly, slurping more noodles into my mouth. Should I ask him? I think I should...I'll ask tomorrow. Yeah. That's what I'll do.
"Um...Thanks for letting me stay with you..." I mumbled, drinking the broth at the bottom of the bowl. "Y'know...Even though we just met." His only response was a chuckle. A small smile creeped onto my lips. He didn't seem like a bad guy...But there was something about him that was unsettling. And I was determined to find out.
Author's Notes: Oh lord, I'm trying to get better about updating. I'm really sorry everyone! I'll try to update more often.