Background: Matt has psychic abilities.
A peaceful afternoon, spent under a tree outside overlooking the lake while writing lyrics. It was one of those perfect days, Matt thought, as he took a drink from his bottle of lemonade.
"Matt, heads!"
BONK.
Matt carefully held the bottle in his hand and turned slowly towards the three boys not far away. Ken in particular was looking sheepish, while both Davis and Tai seemed to be laughing. He just gave them all a flat, annoyed look.
Ken rubbed the back of his head, looking apologetic. "Sorry Matt..."
He waved it off. "It's fine," he called back, putting down the bottle and picking up the soccer ball that had just nailed him in the head. He gave it a gentle kick back towards the three, sighing as Davis ran to retrieve it.
Tai seemed to be smirking. "Man, our resident psychic guy can't even tell when he's about to get beaned with a soccer ball..."
Unamused, Matt focused and used his abilities to knock Tai over.