Dramacon a la Matt

Hi everyone. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. After Christmas break I had no time to do any writing because I had to prepare for exams. And these past couple weeks have been a pain because my dog died and I just had my wisdom teeth out, so my mouth is all swollen. Now that I'm all done high school (I graduated last year but I came back just for the one semester) I have more time to write so sit back and enjoy the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dramacon you all know how it goes.

Chapter 5

Well, aside from Sandra pestering me the rest of the day went pretty smoothly, for an anime convention. We spent the day helping customers then met up with Greta to go to the Masquerade. There were some good acts. My favorite was probably when the guy calling himself Sexy Joe dropped his pants. I found it very funny watching the security team chase him off the stage while the audience screamed, laughed and cheered.

After that came the part I dreaded the most, the J-Pop dance. Even though she knows I hate it Sandra always forces me to come along. All I ever do there is hide in a corner as far away from the people as I can get. The music always hurts my ears and the lights hurt my eye. Not to mention people are crowding me everywhere, dancing and pushing.

I leaned against the wall and let my mind wander. I started thinking about Christie again. Damn! Why can't I get her out of my head? I turned my head and speak of the devil there she is walking through the crowd towards me, waving with a smile on her face. I can't help but smile a little too. "Fancy meeting you here," I say.

"Likewise. You dancing?"

"Hell, no." I grumble.

"Oh... Are you here for the music, then? Or the sights?"

"Neither not sorry to disappoint. My sister loves these things. She makes me tag along." Is it my imagination or did she look relieved when I said that? Oh well, doesn't matter.

"Sh-she makes you go? Can't you just say no?

"Try saying no to her sometime. You'll be in therapy for years." I shudder as I remember the last time I said no to her. Never again. At that moment the music blares as a new song starts, and people began to dance with more enthusiasm.

Christie covers her ears and says loudly, "Oh god, I guess this one's popular!" I try to say something to her but the music is too loud and she can't hear me. She leans closer and I try again but she says that she still can't hear me.

Suddenly a passing dancer bumps her and she falls against me. I was about to ask if she is ok but when she looks up at me all my thoughts are thrown out the window. Seeing her face so close to mine made me feel as though we are in a closed in box in the middle of this crowded room. I forget all about the people around us and even the pounding music just becomes a faint background noise. Finally I can't take it anymore. I put my hand behind her head and pull her closer, capturing her lips with mine.

She stiffens in surprise then she returns the kiss, her lips timidly moving against mine. Its better then I had imagined. All I can concentrate on is the feel of her soft lips, her sent and her taste. I'm not sure how long we stood there, all I know is it was over to soon. She suddenly pulled away and disappeared into the crowd. I felt rather stunned. All I could do was stuff my hands in my pockets and wander into the lobby where there were less people.

What the hell just happened? You kissed her you idiot. You hate attention and yet you did something like that in plane view. No wonder she ran away. But even though I feel like the biggest asshole on earth I can't forget that she kissed me back and it had felt better then all the other occasions I've kissed a girl. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I'm beginning to question my sanity because I feel as though what I'm feeling is more than just physical attraction. That should be impossible because I've only known Christie for less than two days.

I was jerked from my thoughts by Sandra jumping me complaining of being tired and begging me to carry her back to he hotel. I pushed her off and told her to walk herself. Usually when I mouth off at her she kicks my ass but she must have sensed my mood because she looked at me and asked, "Did something happen Matt?" I looked away and for once she didn't press me.

By the time we got back to the hotel it was already late and we were starving. Greta ordered pizza for us from our room and Sandra turned on the TV. I just sat down on he bed and let my mind wander again. I was pulled from my thoughts once again by Sandra who asked me to get some ice for her. For once I found no energy to argue so I stood up and walked to the door.

As I opened the door I turned and asked, "Where's the ice machine? Is it one floor up or down?" I turned again and was shocked by what I saw. Christie was standing by the door and I notice her state. Her hair and cloths were a mess, she was shaking like a leaf, and she had tears pouring from her big blue eyes.

"U-um... S-sorry to bother you..." She said in a feeble voice. "I just... I didn't know where else to..." Seeing her in such a state made me feel like my problems were just a joke. I couldn't help but reach out and pull her closer. She pressed her face against me and quietly cried like when I first met her. All I could think of was that whoever reduced her to this was dead meat.

Thank you very much for reading my new chapter. Hopefully I'll do the next one sometime this week. Please Review!