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Matt made his way down the hallway with a slow, laid-back sort of stroll. Left hand in the pocket of his dark grey washed, rough & tattered jeans, and his worn-down black and white converse rhythmically stepping one after the other on the beige carpet. Though the other students around him may mistake this appearance as an absent-minded, 'doesn't give a fuck what you think' type of cool kid walking past them; in reality, this boy had a lot going on in his mind. His usual act of thinking was being questioned by all the confusion he had thrashing around in his skull, confusion about a certain yellow-headed boy he had recently become acquainted with. That guy is so… different. I can't get a good read on him like most, should I even bother? I can't tell if he hates me or just has something stuck up his ass. Does he listen to a word that leaves my mouth? I don't know… anything about him at all really. This is so unlike me.. What's so tough with acting like a usual smart-ass and figuring out his intentions like I do with everyone else? God, I can't be growing a soft spot for him, can I? Fuck.. damn this better not be going where I think it is.
He made his way eventually to the cafeteria downstairs, and paused in front of the two pale-yellow doors before pulling one open and stepping into the chaotic feeding room he was accustomed to. Almost getting punched in the face by a large chunk of flying meat, Matt decided he should probably clear his head and hurry this up before he ends up how Mello did in the office... except maybe in someone's lunch and smelling of spaghetti for the rest of the week. A liiiittle more embarrassing, perhaps.
Now, with 2 steaming lattes in hand, and a frantic teenage mind on his shoulders, Matt rushed himself upstairs to return to his dorm room. Once he reached the room he found that someone had shut the door… odd.
Very carefully gripping one of the lattes in his left arm, he attempted knocking on the door, though almost squishing said smoldering drink open on his side- he concluded that his idea wasn't so great. The white door in front of him remained shut and stood there silently mocking his failure. The predicament-ridden teen looked around the hallway, but saw no one to help him, then gave a blank stare to the top of the door before he was bestowed a grand idea. Maybe, try talking through the door? Yes, that might do the trick. Matt had many brilliant ideas such as this, and thought he should give this one a go. Alrighty then.
"Hey… Mello, are you in there?" Nothing. "uh.. HEY, MAN COULD YOU OPEN THE DOOR? I'M KINDA STUCK OUT HERE." Silence again…
He sighed and looked down at his shoes for a moment. Then he could hear the handle of the door twist slowly, and what was that? Viola! Yes! The door had magically opened! Matt gave a smile in relief, unable to contain the joy that he had been miraculously saved from this empty prison of a hallway. Then saw his roommate give a disappointed nod to Matt's trouble at failing such a simple task.
"Whaaat?" The Gamer questioned innocently as he waltzed his way into the room and set the coffees on the counter. He shook his hands from the heat they were just relieved of, then gave a glance to the Chocoholic shutting the room's door.
"Why do you want it closed?"
Mello turned his head to look back at the puzzled gamer behind him, then turned around and walked over to a red bean bag chair by the bed to sit down. "I dunno... just felt like having some privacy so kids don't randomly walk in to harass the 'weird & emotionally-unbalanced new kid.' " He said in an annoyed tone and gave an unpleasant glare in the door's direction.
Matt looked where Mello's view had wandered and then to the coffee he had set on the counter. He cleared his throat and picked up the drinks rather quickly. "heh. Well don't worry about that, kid. Enjoy your coffee and forget those pricks." He smiled kindly at the bothered boy as he sat down on the bed beside him, then handed Mello his drink. Mello took it and eyed it strangely, then reached to the chair's matching desk behind him and grabbed a chocolate bar from the bottom droor. He unwrapped it skillfully with one hand and dropped the whole bar into his latte. After the candy had melted he raised the cup to his nose to inhale and smiled with satisfaction, then Mello happily gave the drink a welcoming sip.
The red-haired boy beside him watched this strange act, and then looked away as Mello caught him watching. Okaaay… I have one thing figured out, Mello is very strange and… different.
…But maybe not in a bad way. This'll be an interesting year together. So let's see, Mello, how things turn out for us. This may get a little exciting haha…
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