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Chapter 3
It had been another week since I'd seen Matt at the restaurant, and I was beginning to grow paranoid.
I'd heard Malcolm talking on the phone to someone expressing his concerns that he was seeing less and less of Matt that usual.
Was it me? Was he hiding out of the way to escape from seeing me? If that was the case then why? I mean I hadn't done anything wrong that I could think of, well apart from avoiding him for six years but it was me that was obsessed with him, not the other way round so he really shouldn't be that upset. Right?
Well apparently he was. I sighed as I washed the pots in the sink. I seemed to be doing it a lot, but Malcolm was always at work and Matt. Well I didn't think he'd be doing dishes when he wasn't home for more than an hour at a time.
Why was he like this anyway? I mean from what I'd seen and what I'd been told he wasn't a family person before I came and had definitely taken on the role of the angst-ridden teenager very well, but what on earth had possessed him to become so detached from the people who cared about him.
I wasn't self-centred enough to claim that responsibility, but I was still paranoid about my effect on the already strained family of two.
I went back to concentrating on the dishes but after only a few seconds of doing so my mind had already wandered back to the troubled teenager. He hadn't even come home for his 18th birthday. Malcolm had gone out and bought him a cake and a new set of music for his guitar and had even come home early from work to celebrate and the ungrateful bastard hadn't even showed up!
I threw the dishrag down and let out a frustrated scream. That was it! I was sick and tired of obsessing over the boy and his cruel actions towards me his father and apparently the numerous girls he was seeing.
I was going to talk to him the next time he stepped through that door, I didn't care whether he had one of those sluts on his arm, I was going to get him to come clean about his attitude.
This resolution lasted a good few hours leaving the young girl scowling as she cleaned the house once more, but when the source of her irritation burst through the front door looking ready to murder someone it faded quite dramatically.
Stopping mid-step as he glared at her and then practically ran into his room slamming the door with such force that it echoed about the apartment and turning on his music, Sora suddenly didn't feel very much like confronting him.
Turning herself to head back into the kitchen for cover from his mood she changed her mind half way there. This was Matt and as sharp and hurtful as his tongue had undoubtedly grown he wouldn't hurt her. There was no way he'd changed that much and she knew it. Turning back around and filled with the same passion and energy as before she walked up to his door and banged on it.
The only reply to come from the room was the sound of the music being turned up even louder than before.
Rolling her eyes she opened the door anyway and walked into the room over to the stereo and turned the volume down to a minimum.
"What do you think you're doing?" Growled a voice from the far corner of the room.
"Turning that racket down?" She replied. "I want to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you." He stated.
"Matt, you sound just like a spoiled child."
"Don't call me that, it's Yamato to people I don't know or like."
"What the hell is wrong with you? What did I do to earn you yelling at me like this?"
He smiled a sick smile and turned back to his desk, back facing the fuming young girl.
"Matt-"
"Yamato."
"Fine, Yamato. Tell me what's making you act like this."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You know full well what I mean!" She yelled marching over to his chair and spinning it round to face her. Placing her hands on the armrests she leant into him.
"Tell me what happened to make you into such a jerk! You owe me that much!"
"I owe you?" He replied in disbelief. "You're the one who blatantly refused to have anything to do with me for 6 years!"
Oh for goodness sake Matt, sorry, Yamato. I was 8 years old and in love! I thought you and me were going to get married and have children. I'd even picked out my wedding dress much to the amusement of my mother! And then I saw you with that girl and well take a wild guess. I was hurt and didn't want to see you again and when I finally got over it I was embarrassed at being so naïve. But in case you hadn't noticed in your oh-so-frequent visits to your home I am here now." She finished, glowering at the teen.
"You liked me?"
"Oh come off it Yamato, you knew too well I liked you!"
"Well maybe, but you didn't have to avoid me like the plague. I wanted to explain to you what had happened but every time I thought I'd have an opportunity you'd blow me off and you know that I hate that!"
"Yeah I know okay and I felt bad, hell I even missed you." She smiled slightly. "But I was upset, okay and that is no reason to be acting like this now. What on earth happened to you? Where's the guy who used to sneak me out of piano lessons so I could play soccer and give me piggy back rides when I was tired?"
He just shrugged and attempted to turn his chair back round. But Sora wasn't having it.
"Yamato Ishida! Shrugging your shoulders is not a response!"
"You sound like my dad."
"I'm just trying to talk some sense into you."
"By telling me not to shrug my shoulders?"
"By telling you to open up and spill why you're being such a jackass!"
"Sure, insult me and I'll tell you."
"Yamato."
"It's nothing, just decided to be the perfect teenager."
"Why not try being the perfect son before you kill your dad through stress and worrying?"
He laughed in response. "He's too busy at work to give a shit about my mood swings."
"You know that's not true, he's trying but he's as private a person as you are and you know it. Maybe if you cut him some slack and tried to act like his son instead of some sex-crazed stranger then he'd be able to talk to you."
"I'm not sex-crazed."
"Oh sure because every normal teenage boy has slept with the entire female population of his town."
"Not the entire population." He replied smugly. "Some of them are too ugly or fat."
"Yamato! You know what fine! Be a world-class jerk, I don't care. Have a nice life!" She yelled, swung his chair round to face the desk and stormed out of the room back to her own.
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Enjoy!
Chapter 3
It had been another week since I'd seen Matt at the restaurant, and I was beginning to grow paranoid.
I'd heard Malcolm talking on the phone to someone expressing his concerns that he was seeing less and less of Matt that usual.
Was it me? Was he hiding out of the way to escape from seeing me? If that was the case then why? I mean I hadn't done anything wrong that I could think of, well apart from avoiding him for six years but it was me that was obsessed with him, not the other way round so he really shouldn't be that upset. Right?
Well apparently he was. I sighed as I washed the pots in the sink. I seemed to be doing it a lot, but Malcolm was always at work and Matt. Well I didn't think he'd be doing dishes when he wasn't home for more than an hour at a time.
Why was he like this anyway? I mean from what I'd seen and what I'd been told he wasn't a family person before I came and had definitely taken on the role of the angst-ridden teenager very well, but what on earth had possessed him to become so detached from the people who cared about him.
I wasn't self-centred enough to claim that responsibility, but I was still paranoid about my effect on the already strained family of two.
I went back to concentrating on the dishes but after only a few seconds of doing so my mind had already wandered back to the troubled teenager. He hadn't even come home for his 18th birthday. Malcolm had gone out and bought him a cake and a new set of music for his guitar and had even come home early from work to celebrate and the ungrateful bastard hadn't even showed up!
I threw the dishrag down and let out a frustrated scream. That was it! I was sick and tired of obsessing over the boy and his cruel actions towards me his father and apparently the numerous girls he was seeing.
I was going to talk to him the next time he stepped through that door, I didn't care whether he had one of those sluts on his arm, I was going to get him to come clean about his attitude.
This resolution lasted a good few hours leaving the young girl scowling as she cleaned the house once more, but when the source of her irritation burst through the front door looking ready to murder someone it faded quite dramatically.
Stopping mid-step as he glared at her and then practically ran into his room slamming the door with such force that it echoed about the apartment and turning on his music, Sora suddenly didn't feel very much like confronting him.
Turning herself to head back into the kitchen for cover from his mood she changed her mind half way there. This was Matt and as sharp and hurtful as his tongue had undoubtedly grown he wouldn't hurt her. There was no way he'd changed that much and she knew it. Turning back around and filled with the same passion and energy as before she walked up to his door and banged on it.
The only reply to come from the room was the sound of the music being turned up even louder than before.
Rolling her eyes she opened the door anyway and walked into the room over to the stereo and turned the volume down to a minimum.
"What do you think you're doing?" Growled a voice from the far corner of the room.
"Turning that racket down?" She replied. "I want to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you." He stated.
"Matt, you sound just like a spoiled child."
"Don't call me that, it's Yamato to people I don't know or like."
"What the hell is wrong with you? What did I do to earn you yelling at me like this?"
He smiled a sick smile and turned back to his desk, back facing the fuming young girl.
"Matt-"
"Yamato."
"Fine, Yamato. Tell me what's making you act like this."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You know full well what I mean!" She yelled marching over to his chair and spinning it round to face her. Placing her hands on the armrests she leant into him.
"Tell me what happened to make you into such a jerk! You owe me that much!"
"I owe you?" He replied in disbelief. "You're the one who blatantly refused to have anything to do with me for 6 years!"
Oh for goodness sake Matt, sorry, Yamato. I was 8 years old and in love! I thought you and me were going to get married and have children. I'd even picked out my wedding dress much to the amusement of my mother! And then I saw you with that girl and well take a wild guess. I was hurt and didn't want to see you again and when I finally got over it I was embarrassed at being so naïve. But in case you hadn't noticed in your oh-so-frequent visits to your home I am here now." She finished, glowering at the teen.
"You liked me?"
"Oh come off it Yamato, you knew too well I liked you!"
"Well maybe, but you didn't have to avoid me like the plague. I wanted to explain to you what had happened but every time I thought I'd have an opportunity you'd blow me off and you know that I hate that!"
"Yeah I know okay and I felt bad, hell I even missed you." She smiled slightly. "But I was upset, okay and that is no reason to be acting like this now. What on earth happened to you? Where's the guy who used to sneak me out of piano lessons so I could play soccer and give me piggy back rides when I was tired?"
He just shrugged and attempted to turn his chair back round. But Sora wasn't having it.
"Yamato Ishida! Shrugging your shoulders is not a response!"
"You sound like my dad."
"I'm just trying to talk some sense into you."
"By telling me not to shrug my shoulders?"
"By telling you to open up and spill why you're being such a jackass!"
"Sure, insult me and I'll tell you."
"Yamato."
"It's nothing, just decided to be the perfect teenager."
"Why not try being the perfect son before you kill your dad through stress and worrying?"
He laughed in response. "He's too busy at work to give a shit about my mood swings."
"You know that's not true, he's trying but he's as private a person as you are and you know it. Maybe if you cut him some slack and tried to act like his son instead of some sex-crazed stranger then he'd be able to talk to you."
"I'm not sex-crazed."
"Oh sure because every normal teenage boy has slept with the entire female population of his town."
"Not the entire population." He replied smugly. "Some of them are too ugly or fat."
"Yamato! You know what fine! Be a world-class jerk, I don't care. Have a nice life!" She yelled, swung his chair round to face the desk and stormed out of the room back to her own.
Any good? Anything resembling good? Lol, hope so anyway. Please review and be nice. Love white lily