The Great Disappointment
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Mimi stood before the address which Matt had given her, exceedingly insecure of herself. Raping softly on the entrance gradually slithering ajar, "Matt," Mimi said while she peered into the house. "Matt," she solicited once more as she stepped into the room.
The room was gloomy; the solitary form of luminosity was being emitted from the digital clock on the stereo. "Matt?" Mimi asked when she perceived a figure on the cot. "Not now," came a subdued utter from an isolated corner. "Matt, are you asleep?" Mimi queried as she pulled the covers away from his face.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Matt asked as he sat up in his hammock; causing his bedspread to decrease to the tile. Turning away suddenly at the vista of his virtually exposed body; looking to the tile pretending not to be interested. Noticing her impulsive actions, Matt wrenches the cover over his waist. "Well...I came for the conversation... Now can you please, please...put some clothes on." she replied as she glanced away, hesitating between sentences. "What... A guy can't sleep in his boxers? Let me take a shower, I'll be right out." said Matt walking away from her.
Sitting on his hammock, Mimi's eyes began to meander around the room. The setting was dark and ominous; the incredibly light scent of smoke that lingered was over powered by the scent of cologne. Not a single poster occupied his wall, nothing, just blank black walls. Landing on a picture frame her mentality is intrigued at what her eyes had stumbled upon. "What are you doing?" Matt asked appearing behind her. "Who's th- God! Put on some clothes!" Mimi said once she realized he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
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"I thought you sought a conversation, not for me to buy you ice cream?" Matt said as he turned to face her.
"I did... I mean I do want to have a conversation... I just thought you could be the one to start the conversation. It'll help your social skills." Mimi said.
"Here's your ice cream, Mimi," the waitress said as she handed Mimi her ice cream.
"How do you know my name?" Mimi asked.
"I sit behind you in third period, you signed my year book for five dollars." she said as she extended her arm out to Mimi.
"Right, thank you for the ice cream, bye." Mimi said as she turned away from the waitress; who frowned and walked away.
"You made her pay you five dollars for you to sign her year book?" Matt asked in disbelief.
"Well, yeah, she's a loser." Mimi stated simply.
"What makes her a loser?" Matt asked.
"Look, it's not a matter of what makes you a loser. It's something you are by birth." Mimi explained to Matt who looked irritated.
"Am I a loser?" Matt asked.
"No, you're not......Oh I get it....sorry." Mimi said honestly.
"Alright.....what do I do... to start a conversation that is?" Matt asked, searching his mind for the social skills that lie dormant in his mind.
"Ask me a question, like something you'd like to know." Mimi advised Matt who nodded in agreement.
"Alright... so what are you into?" Matt asked, not thinking of anything else to say.
"I guess I'm into like the music scene, you know MTV. And what's in and what's not." Mimi answered honestly, Matt's expression grimaced.
"...That's nice... I guess." Matt answered half-heartedly. Mimi looked at him strangely, sensing that something had upset him in a way.
"What's wrong..." Mimi asked almost afraid to learn of what he had prepared.
"Nothing's wrong, if you like that stuff that's 'cool'. It's just that MTV? It's sponsored by the government to feed the youth of the country fads and popular propaganda. And the audacity of the guys to call themselves music television, I'm just not a big fan...... But that's wonderful that you like that bravo." Matt gave Mimi an explanation, evidently holding back.
"...Right, so what are you into?" Mimi asked, Matt who had a serious face on for a while.
"I'm not sure... I tend no to do much... I guess you can say I'm into nonconformity... if that counts as a response." Matt replied unsure of his answer.
"Good this is progress............ Matt why don't you like me?" she asked.
"Where the hell did that come from? Wh-......Who or what gave you that idea?" Answering her question with a question.
"I'm sorry, forget I asked." Mimi told Matt who looked a bit confused.
"C'mon, Mimi I want to know......This may be the closest thing we may ever get to a conversation..." Matt said trying to find the source of her conclusion.
"No one told me anything... It's just that you and I have never really gotten along. And when we do talk, you're always so bitter and angry... And I was wondering if it had anything to do with me." Mimi explained.
"Is that it? Mimi... You don't know me all too well...Trust me it's not you, I'm always like this... It has nothing to do with you whatsoever... don't lose sleep over it." Matt said trying to be as honest as possible.
"So it's not me...That's a relief......So what do you wanna do now?" Mimi asked who shrugged his shoulder.
"I don't know... what do you usually do?" Matt asked Mimi, a part of him regretting his response.
"...I don't think you'd go for what I usually do......" Mimi answered looking to the floor.
"Hey, Mimi... why do you always look to the ground when we're talking?' Matt requested a reply.
"I do not..." Mimi trailed off her gaze still fixed on the ground.
"You're doing it again...What are you gaining out of be deceitful towards me? I don't see a purpose, a function to your ruse. Do you deem your divulging your superficial acquaintances by having conversation with me? What is it...?" Matt ranted when she didn't give him a proper response.
"Matt... leave me alone... Why are you always coming up these irrelevant assumptions about me? You don't even know me! Matt...You know why don't I just leave." Mimi said as she got up of her seat.
Matt watched as she walked away, a part of him relieved that she had walked off, but the remainder wanted her to stay... for some strange reason.
"...damn it..." he incoherently spoke as he jogged to draw level to her. "Mimi! Slow down... Mimi..." he said attempting to thwart her from speeding up.
In an unsympathetic approach, he seizes hold of her wrist, exasperated at both himself and her. Swiftly whipping around, her hand flies across his face, distributing a stinging sensation about his face. He gives her a distant glare, as he bears a hand to his fiery cheek. Endeavoring to mask her sudden fear, she glares, the intensity fading, fear winning over. Eyes' beginning to water as her anger discolors and her fear brought a new impression into the picture. Opening his mouth to speak, he stops himself, noticing that she no longer made eye contact with him.
"...Matt... I'm sorry." she managed as she made an effort to veil her tears from him. Looking up, when no retort was heard, she found his eyes fastened on her, ennui in his eyes.
"...Don't be, I deserved it...I'm sorry snapping back there." he said a small grin breaking onto his face. The first he had given to her, what she thought would be the last.
"No you didn't, I over reacted......I'm sorry." Mimi stated.
"No you didn't..." Matt said.
Irresolute of what to say, she turns away from him once again, hoping he doesn't get irritated once again. Her previous thought striking a chord in her mind, she spontaneously looks up to find that he had once again disappeared; leaving her forlorn.
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