Dramacon a la Matt

Sorry I took so long to update. I've just been so busy with schoolwork, trying to finish a 3000 word essay, applying for university and stuff like that. I'm going away for most of the holidays so I won't be able to post any more updates until I get back. For now enjoy the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the story or the characters. (Man this gets old doesn't it)

Chapter 4

I woke up early the next morning after having a dream about, you guessed it, Christie. I mean COME ON! What is wrong with you, you idiot? I'm dreaming about a girl I have only known for less then a day. I'm beginning to think I should go visit my therapist again. The last time I saw my therapist was when I said no to Sandra who was trying to set me up on a date. Boy did I regret that.

I quickly got out of bed and got dressed, careful not to wake up Sandra and Greta since there is still an hour before the con starts. I found a store close to the hotel where I bought breakfast and coffee. When I got back the girls had just woken up. I gave Sandra her coffee while Greta wandered into the bathroom to change. As I munched on a bagel I noticed a glint in Sandra's eyes. Oh no, I should have known she would try to interrogate me as soon as we were alone.

"Sooooo, tell me a bit more about this girl."

"There's nothing to tell so butt out."

"Aw come on. What is she like? Is she pretty? What kind of personality does she have?"

"I am not talking about this," I snarl angrily. She glares back at me.

"Matt, I'm not trying to set you up or anything. You care so little about other people that I'm just happy that you have actually found someone you can talk to. I just want you to open up a bit more around others."

"Who I talk to and what I do is none of your damn business, so leave me ALONE!" I grab my bag and run out the door before she can reply. I finally cool down by the time I get to the convention center. I wander towards the artist's alley, and I see Christie there, glaring daggers at her boyfriend. I set my bag down and she turns and smiles at me.

"Morning!" She says.

"Yes, it is," I reply. As she beams at me I give her appearance a look over. I notice she has her hair up in two buns. I can't help but tease her a little. "Did you know you have two doughnuts stuck to your head? Just F.Y.I."

At first she looks as though she is going to give me an angry retort. Then she smirks and strikes a cover girl pose. "Do me a favor...and at least TRY to not sound like you want me." I give her a smirk of my own. She is totally going to lose this one.

"Why? I'm man enough to admit what I want." She was completely bowled over.

"S-Smart ass..." she mutters weakly. I snicker, 1 point for me.

"HEY, MATT! Are you done setting up?" It was Greta. "I'll take over here. She wants you at the booth today. And boy, is she in one of her moods. Did you guys have a fight or something?" I grumbled to myself, she really won't give up anytime soon.

"I knew it," sighed Greta. "Matt, you two really should..."

"I know, I know." I've heard this many times already. "I'll take care of it." I stalk off towards the booth. When I arrive Sandra gives me the silent treatment, which I prefer to her yammering non-stop in me ear. As I help set up I notice the new monstrosity that she is wearing today. I keep my mouth shut because I still have the scars from the last time I said that I disliked her costume.

People come in and I stay hidden in the back where less people will notice me. Business is strong like it is every year. Sandra's costumes have become very popular, although I have no idea why. Eventually they start wanting pictures of her and she is happy to do so. Once she dragged me in too, knowing full well that I hate getting my picture taken.

We continued like this for a few more hours, neither of us speaking to the other. Even I was starting to get tired to the silence. I sighed, knowing Sandra she would find out what she wanted eventually. So I gave in. "Her name is Christie, and she is a redhead but is not particularly striking. Her personality goes from angry and sarcastic one moment to shy and wimpy the next." Sandra turned around and glomped me squealing.

"Tell me more!" I sighed. I know I'm going to regret this later.

A much shorter chapter then the last one but coming up next is the best part. You know what it is. ^_^ Please review and see you later.