Dramacon a la Matt
Authors note: OK, so here is my second chapter. I hope you like it. And hopefully I'll get some reviews if I add another chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dramacon in any way. It belongs to the creator only.
Chapter 2
So far things have been running smoothly here at the booth. I've been getting steady customers, although I have been getting a few glares from the redhead sitting at the next table. Probably because she wasn't selling anything but it's not my fault her stuff wasn't as good as mine. Sandra is a professional costume designer so there is obviously no competition from a noob comic writer. I resisted a smirk when I heard her mutter something to god to strike me with a lightning bolt or something like that.
At that moment the prick boyfriend decided to return, with a nasty attitude in tow. I heard him say how Lida Zeff is a stuck up bitch and she told him to go back to school. I found that really pathetic that the prick couldn't take a little criticism about his art and was making a big deal about it.
The two of them packed up and the girl hesitated as she walked by me. She turned around and said "see you tomorrow."
Again my asshole side decided to rear its ugly head and said, "you sure you're owner will let you?" That really seemed to piss her off.
"Kindly kiss off and DIE." she snarled at me. She walked away in a huff.
I watched her leave then ran a hand through my hair. "Smooth one Matt." Way to tick a girl off. I really need to work on not acting like a jerk all the time. Some days I find it harder than others. People see my eye and gawk like I'm a walking freak show. So I've built this wall around me and the only person who can come in is Sandra. Everyone else I just push away.
At 8 o'clock I packed up and headed towards the booth. Sandra and Greta were finishing packing up too. "We're not quite done here Matt so you can go ahead to the hotel. We'll catch up later and bring some food." Sandra told me.
"Alright," I shrugged then left. The hotel was about a block away so it didn't take long. Then I saw a flash of red towards the door. Could it be? Yes it was, the girl again. Wow we were meeting each other way too often to be a coincidence.
She grumbled something that sounded like, "Oh, hey, thanks for holding the door. Brats..." I grabbed the door and she turned to say thank you. Then she saw it was me and her face fell. "You again!" she grumbled. "Perfect end to a perfect day."
"You're welcome." I said sarcastically. I followed her towards the elevator.
"Quit following me!" Man this girl had issues.
"Don't flatter yourself. I happen to be staying here too." She didn't look very happy at that. She yelled at the people to hold the elevator and ended up being swept away in a cosplayer stampede. Somehow we all fit into the elevator. I noticed that little miss redhead was squashed painfully against the wall. She tried pushing against the guy who was squishing her, but he just shoved her harder against the wall. I'm not sure why I did it but I slammed my hand against the wall next to her and snarled at the guy, "Watch it, man." The guy grinned and apologized. I turned to the wide-eyed girl. "You all right?"
"Y-yeah. I think so." She replied timidly. For some reason I felt a little nervous at our closeness and looked away. When I had looked into her blue eyes I had felt this strange urge to bend down and kiss her trembling lips. What the hell am I thinking? I don't even know this girl and I am having these thoughts. I don't even know her name for god's sake. But for some reason I wanted to know how her lips would feel against mine and what she would taste like. Damn, I know my face is all red now. Just perfect.
Then I felt a hand against my jaw causing me to turn my head. Her blue eyes stared up at me and all coherent thoughts seemed to rush out of my head. Our faces began to get closer as though drawn by magnets. I was completely focused on her parted lips when I heard a loud ding and the elevator doors opened. She pushed me away as I noticed that we were the only one left on the elevator.
"Where did everyone go?" I said. Then I looked at the buttons and noticed we were at the very top floor. Oops. "I... missed my floor." Man this is embarrassing. I hoped no one saw what was going on in here.
"M-me, too," she gasped looking mortified.
"Lets try this again. Which floor's yours?"
"Um, 612." I smirked as she realized her mistake too late. "I MEAN 6! FLOOR 6!" Since she gave me her room number I guess it was only fair that I gave her mine too.
"Room 612 it is. I'm getting off on 306, myself." As the elevator went down I thought about how I acted earlier today. I may be an asshole sometimes but I know when I should apologize, especially after what almost happened a moment ago. "By the way... I AM sorry about earlier today. I went too far. The cafe downstairs serves very good lattes. May I... buy you one as an apology?"
She seemed surprised by my offer, but then she looked away and said, "no." I guess she has every right to not accept my apology. But I feel a little down since I don't often apologize after I act like a jerk.
"Fair enough," I said.
But would you know it she turns around and says, "but I COULD go for some hot chocolate." Ouch, she got me there.
"Y-you tease me, I see. I guess I deserved that." I pressed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator went down I extended my hand to her. "I'm Matt by the way."
She smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Christie Leroux. Nice to meet you." Christie huh? Not a bad name.
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