"Oi, Melly, wake up." There were whispers and a gentle shaking as I slowly woke up. "Melly, c'mon, don't tell me you can't stay up 'til 10."
It was when I realised he was calling me by a girl's name that I woke up fully.
"Why are you calling me by a girl's name again?" I grumbled, rolling over.
"Well, it got your attention, did it not?"
Okay, he had a point.
"Don't. I'm a guy." I rolled back over to face him. What the hell was that thing he had on? Some sort of cream and white road kill vest?
"I think everyone's gone to bed now, c'mon." he continued.
"Okay, just let me get some clothes on, I don't like the idea of going outside in my pyjamas." I mumbled in reply and swung myself out of bed.
"Wait, I can't call you Melly… but you have Hello Kitty pyjamas?" Matt said, starting to laugh.
"Well they're warm. That's why I bought them." I argued. "And it's not like you can talk, Mr Pikachu. I saw that little jersey with the Pikachu ears on the hoodie."
"That's not as bad as Hello Kitty."
"Well… are we going or are we going to argue until we wake someone up?"
"Way to change the subject. Hurry up and get dressed, Melanie."
I found some black pants and a black hoodie with fluff around the hood edge and pulled them on, glaring at him the whole time.
"Do you mind? I'm getting changed." I snapped, not breaking eye contact. It was weird having him in the same room as me when I was getting dressed, even if he was a guy.
"I don't really care, I was just amused at how nothing you seem to have is made for a guy other than your underwear."
"Shut up, emo boy, it's more comfortable."
I didn't mean to flirt with him, it was just a bad habit that I did when I talked to anyone. Honest. I was like that with everyone. I hope he didn't feel special or something. I'm straight. I was so distracted that when I turned back around he was already half way out the window. He moved swiftly the rest of the way and dropped himself down gently on the grass outside. Gee, someone's done this before more than once. I tried to do the same, determined not to be outdone by some weird emo kid. My body, however, disagreed with me, and my shoulder didn't want to go through the window frame. I looked down and saw him trying not to laugh at me as he walked back over.
"No, you put one leg out and lean forward and pull yourself out. Don't turn when you get half way through." He whispered, still trying not to laugh at me.
"Fine." I replied in a strained whisper and pulled myself back into the room.
"Now put your leg out, here, I'll grab your foot in case you slip." Matt offered. I kicked his hand away.
"I can do it myself." I muttered, ducking down to get out. I pulled my other leg through and Matt grabbed my waist to stop me from dropping down heavily.
"See, easy." He smirked.
"Yeah, you didn't have to touch me." I replied, crossing my arms and following him.
"With the way you tried to get out, I thought you would've landed too heavily. Believe me, having some other guy's ass in my face isn't one of my past times."
"Yeah, sure it isn't."
"Easy there, Melanie."
"Shut up, emo boy."
"Don't hate me 'cos you want me."
"Gee, someone loves themselves."
"You have a strange way of flirting."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Oh, believe me, it's not in any way flattery."
"You'll pay for that."
"If you say so, hey, where are we going, by the way?" He stopped walking for a second and turned back around to face me.
"I dunno, there's a park down the road." I suggested, shrugging and putting my hands in the pocket in the front of my hoodie.
"Just as long as you know the way there." He replied, not moving from where he stood.
"What?" I snapped, stopping in front of him.
"You don't have to watch how you talk around me. I'm not an idiot and I'm not an innocent little kid. Plus, I'm the same age as you next week."