Author Note: Rewritten.

The sun crept over Tokyo's towering buildings as Matt walked briskly down the sidewalk until he arrived at the address he desired. The previous evening Siofra had scribbled, pathetically, her address onto the crumbled piece of paper. He stared from the paper in his hand, to the number on the gate in front of him. He didn't want to knock on the wrong door. His suspicions of the house were confirmed when a strange looking dog jumped up at the gate. Siofra did mention she had a Glen of Imaal Terrier, as he recalled the name. The little thing was barely fourteen inches high. Though it was quite yappy as Matt lingered on the opposite side.

All the barking from the little pooch caused someone to come outside and investigate. She was an older woman, mid-thirties perhaps, and held a curious look in her grey eyes. Familiar grey eyes. But then she smiled and made her way down the steps. She was graceful as she scooped the little Terrier up.

"You're Matt, aren't you?" Her voice was gentle, yet sophisticated.

He nodded his head and fixed himself a fake smile. "You must be Siofra's mom."

The woman gave him a once over before answering. "I am. Come on in."

She opened the gate with her free hand and took a step back. "My lazy daughter's still asleep." She let out a sigh before leading him inside.

'Lazy?' Matt furrowed his brows as he stood in the middle of the living room. 'She never seems lazy.'

"Would you like some coffee or tea?" The mother called from the kitchen.

"Oh, no thank you." Matt responded as he took in the surroundings.

It was a fairly wide living space. A few inches away from him was a low coffee table. In front of that, a television, and behind the television was a window with a nice view of the front yard. Behind him was a loveseat, and behind that was the opening that led into the medium sized kitchen. To his left was a small fireplace with a dim fire floating inside it. On the mantle were family pictures. He leaned a little closer towards the pictures. There were a lot of Siofra as a child. The landscaping in most of the pictures was fairly beautiful. In fact, Ireland looked like a beautiful place. It made him want to visit it someday.

Maybe when everything was over and done with, he'd take Siofra back there.

The thought startled him. When had he considered such a thing?

"You know what?" His heart about stopped when Mrs. Mallon waltzed into the living room. She gave him a pleasant smile. "Why don't you just go on up to her room? Maybe having her friend see her in such an embarrassing situation will teach that girl not to sleep in late."

Her mom huffed. "It's the first door you come to upstairs."

It seemed a little of an odd request. But he wasn't going to make a bad impression with Mrs. Mallon, so he followed her order. The little terrier fell in step behind Matt as he climbed the stairs. Once the man was standing in front of her door, he rapped his knuckles lightly against the wood. No response. He tried once more, only to have the same result. Fidgeting nervously, his fingers wrapped around the doorknob and gave it a turn. It was, indeed, unlocked. The uneasy lad opened the door just enough to poke his head in. His eyes fell upon her slumbering form. The mound of blankets seemed to engulf her.

He slipped soundlessly into the room. The little dog hopping in behind him. After shutting the door, he shuffled over to his sleeping friend. But not before glancing around her room. It was of moderate size. The bed she slept in was a twin, and looked unbelievably comfortable to him. At the foot of her bed, he caught a glimpse of the half-sized bookcase. The top half held books, the bottom held games. He raised his brows.

"You've been holding out on me…"

His eyes fell towards the desk with picture frames of old friends decorating it. Her smile was as vibrant as always.

The sudden moan from the stirring girl made him stumble away from the bed. But his curiosity made him return to his position beside the bed, and lean in closer. The way the blanket was wrapped around her head, he feared she might be suffocating. In a bit of a panic, Matt yanked the sheets away from her mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Siofra was still breathing.

"You little pest." He sighed.

Sinking down to sit on the edge of her bed, he ran a hand through his hair.

The soft snores that drifted from her open mouth made him glance over at her. His new friend was actually quite normal. In an unusual way. Though that statement didn't make much sense to Matt. Another groan and the girl rolled over to face him, pulling the pillow over her head. A crooked grin appeared on the mischievous man's lips. He jerked the pillow upwards, leaning his face down to hers. She grumbled something along the lines of 'I don't wanna get up'.

He cooed softly. "Sweetie, Matt's here."

Another grumble and something that sounded vaguely like, 'Tell 'em ten more minutes.'

His right eye gave a slight twitch. Matt grabbed her cheek between his thumb and index finger. "You're going to make me wait an extra ten minutes?"

Her eyes snapped open as she abruptly shot up. Then slowly, very slowly, they began to close again. Siofra collapsed onto her back once more, her hair streaming out in a horribly messy fashion over her shoulders. Matt pulled his sleeve over his hand and wiped away some drool from the corner of her mouth. She let out a sound that reminded him of a zombie from Resident Evil. "So you just wanna sleep then?"

"Mmm… Yeah…" She murmured.

"So I came all this way for nothing?" He pursed his lips.

The lethargic girl stared at him through half-lidded eyes. She took a moment before speaking. But when she did, her voice was drowsy and he had to strain to hear her.

"You can just kick back and relax here. After all, you said we'd just goof off today. Why not just do it here?"

Her accent made it harder to understand.

"Mum and dad won't mind. 'Cause you're my best friend. 'Tis what best friends do, ya' know. They have sleepovers."

He smacked his palm against his forehead. "I've never heard of a sleepover in the daytime. And, isn't it unusual for a female to have a male best friend 'sleeping' over?"

She shook her head, causing her hair to fall across her face. "I used to have my guy friends sleepover all the time." She huffed as she attempted to blow her hair away from her mouth.

Matt rolled his eyes at her failed attempts. His fingers danced across her lips as he pushed the hair back. "All right. I don't see why not." He gave a half grin.

Siofra gave a nod as she stretched her arms above her head before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"So what exactly where you doing last night that's got you so tired?" He perked a brow as he unlaced his boots and kicked them off.

"Stuff."

That's certainly descriptive enough.

Careful not to step on any of her sprawled out limbs, Matt climbed over to the side of the bed that was pressed against the wall. He reclined on his side, arm propping his head up as he gazed down at her. "So what did you and your guy friends talk about?" There was a certain glint intensity in his eyes.

"Fashion and usually they rambled on about boys…" She mumbled as she closed her eyes.

A broad grin spread across Matt's face as he burst out into a fit of chuckles. He buried his nose into her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. "There's a difference between me and them." He choked out with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm quite the straight cat." Matt purred into her ear. She pursed her lips, but didn't speak. He gave a crooked smile, draping his arm over her waist and letting out a satisfied sigh. "Best laugh I've had in awhile." He mused to himself.

"Well you look gay." She spit out.

He twitched, moving to tower over her. "That's not nice."

"You made fun of my friend's sexual orientation." She glared with tired eyes.

He shook his head. "That's not what I meant."

He laid back, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Don't be a brat."

Her eye twitched towards his second comment. "Shut up, Matt."

He smiled into her shoulder before closing his eyes.

"Okay, okay. I don't mind taking a nap."

Siofra let out a content sigh as she shut her eyes. Matt never thought he'd be doing something so risky. Was he really starting to consider this little miss as another friend? It was a strange concept to grasp. Ever since his childhood, he'd had only one close friend.

But perhaps he could make room for one more.