Dramacon a la Matt

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dramacon or Matt. They both belong to the creator.

Chapter 3

The cafe was full of chatting cosplayers. My new acquaintance, Christie Leroux and I found a table in the corner and we each got a hot chocolate. I realized that I found chatting with her to be quite interesting. "...Cosplaying. Other than that, no. I don't like people very much."

"Really?" She said. "But you hide it so well." I couldn't help but chuckle. She was rather amusing. She had a very interesting personality and yet she was a little difficult to read. I prided myself on being able to understand people very easily but with her it is more difficult. Maybe that is why I seem to be able to get along with her so easily. At any rate I'll keep trying to figure her out.

"You're like two different people. One minute you're meek and submissive and the next you're all barbs and sarcasm."

"...Oh, um..." She seemed a little embarrassed. "Yeah, people say I'm weird that way. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"You should be." I smirked.

"Smart ass..." she snarled.

"But it's not what I meant. Your boyfriend... You seem to let him get away with a lot more than you do the next person. Is it because you're sleeping with him?" She spat out her hot chocolate with a mortified look on her face. I guess I'll take that as a no, which for some reason made me kinda happy. Too bad I'm no good at tact so I kept going. "Sometimes people cling desperately to their first, going to any lengths to make it work. Even if the first turns out to an asshole. Is that you too?"

She bristled angrily, "Where do you get off asking private things like that?"

"Just curious. It's not a crime to ask."

" It's RUDE!" she shouted.

"Says you." I replied calmly.

"Says EVERYONE! And do you know what else is rude?" I know where this is going. I hoped that it wouldn't come to this so soon.

"Pray tell." I said.

"That you wear your stupid shades when you're talking to someone! Do you know how disconcerting it is to not see the eyes of the person you're talking to?" I knew it. I braced myself for the laughing. "Take them off for crying out..." She yanked my sunglasses off and saw my one eye. Usually at this point people would laugh, walk away, stare at me like I was a freak, or worse look at me with pity. But when she saw my eye she did not do any of these things. She was surprised of course but she did not make a big deal of it. At this point I would usually get angry and stalk off to lick my wounds. But I found myself feeling unusually calm and reached for my shades.

"Like to keep them on. If you don't mind terribly much."

"N-no. I d-don't." She said shakily as she handed them back to me. "I AM sorry. I didn't know." Well it sounds like she is being sincere. I've definitely warmed up to her more now.

"Moving right along. Your boyfriend is an ass, but you stick around anyway. Why?" She pondered her answer for a moment, obviously trying not to stare at my eye.

"It's easy to give up on someone if they're not exactly perfect. I'd rather stick around the person and help them change for the better." I decided that I admire her resolve but something like that doesn't happen so easily. This girl definitely needs to learn more about people.

"Valiant of you. But there IS such a thing as bending over backwards too far. You let him get away with too much and he'll get even worse."

She considered this and asked, "... how do you know all this stuff?"

I replied with a smirk," college psych 101. Better then cable."

She looked at me surprised. "You're in college?"

"Finished first year. You?"

"11th grade," she mumbled. Huh, thought she was older. I told her so and she seemed irritated by that.

"It was a compliment," I chuckled.

"You forgot to warn me." Heh I like her spunkiness. "Speaking of assholes- you're one. Should I walk away now or what?"

"If I asked you for a date, probably. Heh."

"All right, I'll consider myself safe for the time being, then." I couldn't help but laugh. She was so amusing with her mood swings and funky attitude. I don't remember the last time I've gotten along so well with someone besides by sister. We finished our hot chocolate and walked to the lobby.

"Well, um... I'll see you tomorrow?" Christie asked.

"Sounds like a plan." I replied. But wouldn't you know it, the asshole boyfriend decided to make an entrance.

"What the hell?" He snarled, grabbing Chris's' arm.

"Oh Derek! This is Matt," she said.

"Back from dicks anonymous already?" I couldn't help adding that barb. The guy was irritating me.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought you had a headache!" He shouted. If she had to fake a headache to get away from him then he was more of a prick than I thought.

"Must've improved with better company," I said. The kid turned towards me.

"Shut up! And STAY AWAY from my girl!" Now the prick was pissing me off. She got scolded when she got upset for you flirting with other girls. Now you're acting all high and mighty just because she was talking with me.

"Make me," I snarled.

"Gladly, pal! Want to take this outside?" I could kick your butt anytime punk. Christie tried to break us up. "Stay out of this!" The kid snarled.

"Don't talk to her like that," I said.

"Don't tell me how to talk to my GIRLFRIEND!" Now I am this close to beating this kid to a pulp.

"While you're dreaming how about a pony, too?"

"SHUT UP! MEN." That was Chriss turning us into cinders. She can get scary when she is mad. "You!" She jabbed a finger at me and I flinched fearing the worst. "Thank you for a lovely evening. See you tomorrow!" Okay, split personality much. I defiantly didn't expect her to say that so sweetly. She grabbed her boyfriend and dragged him away. "And YOU. You're coming with ME."

I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. Then I regained my senses and decided to take the stairs back to my room. I was only there for a few minutes when Sandra and Greta came in with food.

"Hey Matt, sorry we took so long." Sandra said as she went into the bathroom to take off the costume she was wearing. "So how was your day at the artists gallery? Make any friends?" I was reluctant to tell her about Christie because my sis would badger me until I told her every detail. Unfortunately I can't hide anything from her because she found my silence suspicious and took that as a yes. "Sooo what happened?" She pried, getting into my face.

I sighed and removed my shades. "Well, I met this girl in the artists alley." Sandra perked up when I mentioned girl.

"Go on," she said.

"Her table is right next to ours and apparently she has an asshole boyfriend who has a habit of flirting with other girls in front of her."

"That's right," said Greta. "I saw him too. He even flirted with me for a few seconds but I ignored him."

"So I talked with her a bit and gave her some advice," I continued. "I met her again in the lobby and bought her a hot chocolate as an apology for being rude." Sandra looked at me carefully. Oh god if she ever found out that I almost kissed Christie in the elevator I swear I'll commit suicide because Sandra would never leave me alone.

"Well brother dear, I'm glad you've made at least one friend at the convention. Good for you." I stared at her like she had grown another head. Why wasn't she trying to get more out of me? Obviously she was up to something but for now I wasn't going to complain. We ate our food and went to bed early. We wanted to get up bright and early for tomorrow.

I lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling, thinking. How was Christie fairing? Will she break up with that prick anytime soon? Why do I keep thinking about a girl I just met? Besides, after the con we will never see each other again. My mind wandered back to the elevator incident. Why did I try to kiss her? It's not like she is incredibly beautiful or anything like that. It's impossible to have developed feelings for a girl I barely know. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Argh, I need to get some sleep. Then maybe I'll be able to sort things out when I've rested.

Thank you for reading the latest chapter of Dramacon a la Matt. Look forward to the next chapter when I get the chance to write it.