My full regards to the Real Matt. You get to be my guinea pig this time.
::Ry
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The first thing I have to say, and need to say, is how much I hate and loathe Jason Swanson, the Blazin' Swasian, or whatever the rest of the drumline calls him. I play tenors with Evvy, and she's the most amazing person on the planet. She could do so much better then that washed up, buzz-cut excuse for a percussion instructor. Ohh Evvy, with her wonderful green eyes sparkling with her laughter, those full, almost painted on lips that always know what to say…
I've always wanted to just sit there, with her head in my lap, and stroke her hair like burgundy silk while she tells me exactly how wrong she was falling in love with that squinty-eyed bastard in the first place. He walks funny too.
I guess you all are wondering at this point WHY I hate him so much, and it's actually fairly simple. Evvy and I, we get each other. From the first day I met her, I knew we were meant to be together forever. We just never actually went out or anything. But I know she has feelings for me. She treats me DIFFERENT. And that…that…PRICK…touches her like…like…he loves her as much as I do. This one day, just a few weeks ago, I was staying late for my private lesson with this old guy my mom hired, uck. She says that I couldn't go to her friends Adam and Andy for lessons because it was something called "tact" or whatever.
But anyways, I was going into the back storage room for the snare stand I left in the cabinet. Realy, I could have just left it in the corner, but I knew Evvy was doing cleanup and I wanted to see her. As I neared the door, I heard Evvy's giggle, thought it was muted by something. I just thought it was the wall, but then I realized the door was cracked open. Immediatley, visions of Evvy gagged and tied up on the floor, at the mercy of some great, evil tickler popped into my head. Not wanting to have him actually injure her, I just barely peeked inside the door and saw about the most horrible thing ever seen.
Evvy's mouth was pressed (unwillingly, it looked like to me) against Swanson's lips while his hands ran up and down her toned back underneath her shirt and she was giggling into his mouth. As I watched with horror-filled eyes, they spun around and fell against the half-opened door, knocking me down to the floor. Quickly, I popped out one of my contacts and put it on my finger.
"Omigod! Matt! Are you alright? Did...um. I knock you over when i tripped into the door?"
I just opened my eye and popped my contact in, glaring at that freaking bastard with my good eye and responded with, "No. I just dropped my contact on the floor and had to look for it."
I looked up to see Evvy's face within kissing distance of mine, and I gulped nervously to see the gentle flush on her face from whatever...had been...going on...or whatever.
But yes.
I, Matthew, despise and loathe our percussion instructor.
But I could never hate Evvy
-Matt