"Matt," Roger said to the teenage redhead in his office, "This kind of behavior is completely unacceptable. It's filthy, vile, and just plain disgusting, not to mention dangerous."

Matt didn't point out that he'd said the same thing three times, merely shrugging off the repeated accusation. "What can I say? I'm impulsive," he said with a voice that implied it was obvious, and maybe even something to be proud of. "All teenagers are. Hell, at least I haven't "led astray" any of the "young maidens" here." This was said in a highly-mocking tone, accompanied by a smirk.

This, of course, roughly meant "Hey, at least I haven't fucked any chicks, old man, just like you," to Matt, and was basically only a more polite way to say what he meant. This, technically, was true—aside from the girls in his imagination, of course.

To Roger, this meant something completely different. It meant, "I can't control myself, and stop my bad behavior, but at least I haven't influenced any of the girls." This won him over slightly, though it was delivered in a snarky tone, since he had old-fashioned ways.

"Watch your language, Matt," Roger warned again, though he still found Matt a bit less of a delinquent, as he'd mentioned that he hadn't corrupted any of the ladies at Wammy's.

"And that may be true, but do you honestly believe that I don't know what you've been doing with Mello?"

Matt's face grew pale, slightly scared for a moment, not so cocky anymore.

Noting his shocked expression, Roger continued.
That's right. Recently, Near told me the… Activities you boys have been participating in. He knows the rules, unlike you two."

Matt didn't want to think that he'd been found out; he'd never been in trouble before, partially because he never got caught and partially because he talked his way out of everything. Calm down… Focus… he told himself.

Still… If Near had told on them, then… Maybe he ought to confess. He might get in trouble, but he knew that adults hated lying, and if he already knew the truth… It was best to be safe.

"I'm sorry!" he said, "It just… Feels good. We can't keep ourselves from doing it. It's only been a few times…"

"Don't even lie to me, Near says he's seen you do it out behind the building at recess, multiple times. Do you have any idea of the diseases you two could get? It's dangerous, not to mention against the rules."

"Out by the shed? But we've never…" He thought about this, finally coming to a conclusion. He and Roger hadn't been talking about the same thing.

"Oh, so that's what you meant… I'm sorry, we'll stop, I promise." He put on his most apologetic, honest look as he said this, trying to get out of any trouble.

Roger looked as if he would do a facepalm from this. "Matt, I've been talking about your smoking. I really don't care about any other things you two do…"

Matt smiled; he was safe.

"Give me the rest of your cigarettes, and you can leave."

Reluctantly, Matt handed over two of the three packs he had with him, hidden in his vest; they were mostly empty anyway, between him and Mello. Besides, they had more in their room, and knew how to sneak out.

"Get out of my office," Roger said, dismissing the sneaky redhead. Matt smiled, hurrying back to his room to tell Mello about how close they had come to being caught. Maybe he should tell Mello to keep it down next time…

Or not. Really, Roger had given them permission, and he would damn sure take advantage of it. Maybe they should be louder tonight, just to spite Near for telling…

"Sounds like a plan," Mello said when Matt repeated his "plan," pushing Matt down onto the bed with a smirk, already stripping off his shirt.

Ha, I really like this one. I feel guilty for not really writing these that much anymore, but tell me what you think? (: