Show Me A Smile chapter three: by blackdragonflower
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Matt groaned as he rushed for his web design class books in his hand. He was not having a very good morning. First he'd woken up late to find an embarrassing mess amongst his sheets. He couldn't just leave things like that. Quickly stripping down the bed the redhead shoved the dirty sheets into the very bottom of the laundry hamper. It was a good thing it was his turn to do the laundry and not Mellos. The blonde would probably tease him until he died if he'd found out. Matt knew it was a natural human body function, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Now the dream he'd had, he enjoyed that, but he didn't like the after mess. So, after disposing of the evidence in the hamper Matt rushed into the bathroom to clean himself up.
He jumped when the icy water bit his skin, but he unfortunately turned the water up too high and burned himself. Matt groaned and scrubbed himself clean as fast as possible trying to ignore the annoying sting from the hot water. He lathered up his hair, with a pink lather that smelled like strawberries. It was what he could afford, and he'd gotten it from the oh so convenient, dollar store. The gamer heard his cell phone alarm go off and cussed. He was going to be late for class.
So that brought Matt to his situation now, running through the halls his mind on the girl he'd dreamed about and how his teacher was going to throw him into a pit of fire for being late. Since Matt wasn't paying attention to where he was going he ran smack into someone and books went flying all over the tile floor. Matt's face blossomed a fiery red and he scrambled to swipe up his books. "I'm so sorry I'm in a real rush this morning and-"
"Matt?"
The redhead looked up to find the young lady he'd been thinking so much about lately in the past few days. She giggled and picked up her books. "Misa?"
"So you have heard of Misa Matt-kun. Misa's sorry for running into you she wasn't paying attention either." The young woman looked around to see if anyone would see then pecked Matt's forehead. "See you around Matt-kun."
She bustled off leaving a very stunned and dazed guy. Matt blinked a couple of times then smiled a big goofy love struck grin. Reality soon hit and he realized sitting on the floor with a stack of books wasn't making him any closer to getting to class. Snatching the books into his arms he ran down the hall, paying just a tad bit more attention. Somehow he managed to sneak into his classroom and take his seat at his computer. From glancing at his neighbor's computer he could pinpoint where exactly they were. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was good he'd figured things out and worked secretly ahead. "I see you were late for class Matt..." Mr. Ryans muttered as he adjusted his glasses. "Get to work."
"No problem teach, won't happen again!" Matt searched through his books and paled.
"Is there a problem?"
"Uh no... not at all..." Matt groaned. "Seems I've accidentally gotten my book switched with someone else's." Yes, he had. Matt stared at the burgundy cover of the "History of Music" textbook. He opened up the cover and the name Misa Amane painfully made it clear whom the book belonged to.
"I see. Well then either find someone who's willing to share or make it up on your own time. Come to class prepared Matt. Don't let this happen again."
"Yes sir. My apologies..." Matt slumped in his chair. Finally actually having the time to do so the redhead shoved the textbooks into his backpack then took out his laptop computer and opened up the internet. He'd have to return the book, which meant he would have to discover where Misa's room was since he didn't know her schedule. His dorm buddy would probably know. Somehow the motorcycle riding, chocolate eating blonde obtained information about everyone and everything. He was the secret underside of the gossip chain, the one not directly in the pool but who learned just as much without getting his hands dirty. If Mello wasn't in a good mood it was going to take a lot of bribery to get what Matt wanted. The gamer groaned. This day was definitely going to be a pain in his denim-covered ass.
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Mello spiraled a wrench in his hand as he stared at Matt from the floor beside his motorcycle "Do I know where Misa Amane's room is? Yeah."
"Can you tell me Mells?" The redhead questioned cigarette in his mouth.
"You gonna go over there and work some magic?" Mello waggled his eyebrows with a laugh.
"No. We ran into each other in the hall and got our books accidentally mixed up. That's all." Matt snapped defensively.
"Ah... I see. Oh how convenient for you eh lover boy?" Mello put a gloved finger to his bottom lip, a lip that was twisted into a wide smirk. "Well I suppose I can divulge the information..."
""What are you apart of the mafia?"
"Do I honestly look like I hang with that kind of crowd?"
"To tell the truth yeah... but you said you knew where her room was...?"
"Yeah yeah... You sound like a broken record. She lives in dorm building Redwood, third floor, room twenty-nine."
"Redwood building, third floor, room twenty-nine. Thanks Mel-Mel."
"God damn it stop calling me that name... it's embarrassing."
"Mello!" A brunette, also a freshman along with Matt, waved as she ran closer.
"Oh look... it's Sayu-chan."
The blonde looked over his chest from his position on the floor, a smile gracing his lips. "What a lovely surprise. Oh Matt before you go, if you're going to be late coming home don't be noisy coming in. Sometimes you sound like a monster truck rally. I'd like to actually get some sleep tonight."
"Really..."
"Hi Matt-kun!"
"Hey Sayu. Sorry I can't stay and chat... I have to go return something to someone."
Mello's girlfriend smiled with a nod. "Alright. Have fun."
"Thanks...? Oh Sayu... call Mello Mel-Mel. He loves it."
"Hey you brat!" Mello yelled his cheeks a bright embarrassed pink.
The redhead waved and began to stroll off across campus to Redwood dorm. When he looked back Sayu and Mello were on the floor of the garage and Mello was pointing to something on the bike, probably telling her what he was doing with the machine. Matt grinned and made a mental note to tease his friend later. The burgundy textbook tucked under his arm Matt sighed then inhaled some of the nicotine containing smoke. He was thankful Redwood dorm wasn't too far away from his own. Before going inside he snuffed out his cigarette. 'You can do it Matt. You're just returning the book. Once that's done you can breathe a sigh of relief and go back to the room and play some Tony Hawk Underground 2 and throw tomatoes at people in Spain. Plus you can always send the bull after the mime for fun!'
Matt reluctantly walked into the dorm, and to his relief found the floor plan was a lot like Dogwood dorm where he and Mello crashed. "Three, twenty-nine... floor three, room twenty-nine." The redhead quietly repeated this under his breath as he climbed the stairs. Soon he found himself in front of the door the little bronze numbers mimicking his earlier chant. Three, twenty-nine. His heart suddenly decided to accelerate and his temperature started to rise. Matt blew a strand of hair away from his eyes and getting up some courage knocked on the door.
It seemed like forever he was standing there, waiting for Misa Amane to answer. He heard the sound of shuffling inside the apartment then the door cracked open, "Who is it?"
"Um, Matt. This is Misa's room?"
The door closed again and the chain lock undone. Misa flung open the door a big smile on her face. "Matt-kun! I wasn't expecting to see you!"
Matt's mouth began to come unhinged and he nose was about to bleed. Here, right in front of him was Misa, the only thing covering her body a fluffy white towel. The gamer was beginning to feel lightheaded. "Um... I came to... r-return your book... I accidentally g-grabbed it when we bumped into each other..."
The blonde girl smiled and grabbed him by the wrist not caring in the least about her attire. "C'mon inside Matt and sit down! Misa has to look real quick for your book... She saw it in her room somewhere..."
Matt was about to die. "U-Uh okay..." With no more words from him Misa dragged him inside the room and shut the door. If Mello heard about this; the blonde would probably assume his prediction had come true. That was not something Matt wanted to deal with. His mind stumbled over itself at three hundred miles per hour repeating,
Don't stare, get your book, be polite, leave, and most importantly don't stare!!