A/N: Alrightie, here I am, updating more quickly than I ever thought I would. J So, how have all you people been? I've been doing okay, I guess. Things could be better…. Then again, things could also be worse.

Major changes: Matt is 15, and his personality is TONS different from the cheery Matt we see on the show. With that in mind, enjoy the 2nd chapter.

I sighed as I walked into my rather pathetic looking high school. Honestly, couldn't they do something about the condition of this place? It looked more like a prison than a school. Because of some of the people who attended the school, it could probably also pass as an insane asylum. Hell, it WAS an insane asylum. I mindlessly walked through the hallways and the cafeteria in order to reach my destination: the worthless, rusty cubicle that was supposed to be a locker. Ha! They could have fooled me! This 'locker' had barely enough room for my Algebra I and Modern World History textbooks. So, while I was silently raging about this stupid school, HE came up to my locker.

"Hey, Matt, what's up??!!", he asked, going into his routine of doing one of those handshake things with me that girls never understand. I smiled. Any negative thoughts that may have been invading my mind were now gone. Everything was alright when HE was here.

I shook my head. "Nothing, as usual. I've got no life.", I replied.

"Bull, Matt. You have a life… I mean, come on.", he protested, obviously trying to figure out what I was thinking, "There are tons of girls who want you, buddy."

"Ooh", I muttered more than a little sarcastically, "Big freakin' deal."

"What's with you today, man? Did the door hit your ass on the way out or what?"

"No. I'm just in a bad mood.", I replied, hastily grabbing my English 9 materials. I sighed. I really didn't want to go to that class. I downright hated it, and to make it worse, we were currently reading "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare. Stupid love stories anyway.

He nodded. "Um, okay." He looked like he felt kind of awkward, but he continued. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya man."

Out of all things to say, he just had to say that, didn't he? I was sure I was totally blushing. I turned back to my locker and slammed it shut. "That's cool. I'll have to take you up on that offer sometime."

He opened his mouth to say something when the first bell rang, signaling that there were only four more minutes until first hour began. "I guess I'll see you in Spanish, then, Matt?"

I nodded. "Sure thing."

He turned, walking to his first class of the day, Ceramics. I sighed. First and Second hours were going to go so slow. Spanish class was my highlight of my day, because I got to see the guy I thought about every night before I went to sleep, and the very second I woke up every morning. The guy I dreamed of holding in my arms every night for the rest of my life. The guy I dreamed of gently kissing on the lips when he was sad, and he would do the same for me. I was at the point where I believed that dreaming was useless. Sure, it was fun at first, but if you dreamt enough, sooner or later, you won't be able to tell the difference between reality and dreams. As much as I wished that I would someday be with, and marry, this guy I loved so very much at the moment, I knew it would never be. And to put it mildly, it sucks.

I shook myself out of my dreamland (see? There I go, drifting off in to dreams when I'm supposed to be paying attention to the reality I was surrounded by.), and decided that I had better hurry up and get to my stupid English class, or my teacher would throw a freakin' fit. I stared at the ground all the way to English, trying not to feel too discouraged as I slid into my seat. There'd be plenty of time to dream later. I'd make sure of that.