Keep the spotlight glowing

CHAPTER 1

3RD PERSONS POV:

Matt was bored. That didn't take a genius to figure that out. He was looking out of his window on the second floor. His room held a single bed in the farthest corner from the door , a wooden desk near the window. One of his walls were painted a royal blue, the rest where a white. His walls were held random pictures and drawings. On his desk he had a picture of himself and his friend. Matt quickly switched where he was looking to his knee. His knee held a rigid scar that wasn't to long.

It was getting late, maybe a little after 10. He tore his eyes off his knee and to his bed. His bed was a mess, sheets flung off the side of the bed. One of his pillows were on the floor, the other one was half on half off. His hand glided through his pristine white hair, and slipped down to rub his blue eyes. The only light source made his tan skin look orange. He slid off his chair onto the ground. He flipped onto his back, so he was looking on his white roof.

There was silence for once in his life, no parents telling him what to do, no being shown off like a show pony. He was liking it a little to much. He got knocked out of his thoughts as there was a little knock on glass. It was quiet, but whoever was knocking was persistent to destroy his quiet night. Because they just kept going. He glared at his window just above his desk. To see the one and only Rhydian Holt, perched up on a large tree branch. Matt was thinking whether to let him sit out there for a little. Rhydian quickly grew tired of waiting and jumped up off the tree branch. Matt glanced over to where at he other male was sitting, he smiled thinking that maybe just maybe he left. But that thought was quickly destroyed, as he heard the steps start to creak. It wasn't like when they creak on there own. Matt stood up way to fast. And got dizzy. Matt's back was to his door. His dizziness disappeared as he heard his door open and close quickly. He froze, but quickly snapped out of it. He turned his head to see who had entered. His freak out stoped midway after he saw who had entered. The tall male that was at least a head taller, pale skin and green eyes that looked like they were glowing. Black hair shining orange in the light. This person who had entered was a person he had met before, someone he had a matching scar with. Rhydian Holt.

-10 mins later-

Matt held an ice pack to Rhydians cheek, Rhydian held a tissue to to his bloody nose to stop blood getting on the floor.

"You are a very annoying person" Matt muttered under his breath

"Not my issue, sounds like a you problem" Rhydian spoke in a whimper as Matt pressed the ice pack harder to his cheek.

Rhydian used his free hand to grab a new tissue. He swiftly replace the old bloody one with the pristine white one. And place the bloody one in the bin Matt placed next to him. Matt sighed an angry sigh.

"What's wrong with you?" Rhydain asked slowly. Scared to ask, as if this question might get him in even more trouble.

"Hands sore. Can I take of this ice pack yet?"

"Nope" Rhydian said popping the p. " my face is still very sore" Rhydian spoke being very dramatic, even pulling his free hand to his forehead.

Matt harshly grabbed Rhydians free hand from his forehead and shoved the ice pack into it.

"Have fun" Matt spoke harshly, and grabbed the back of the chair, and lifted himself up. He walked slowly to where his pillow was thrown on the floor. Not being bothered to pick it up he stepped over it to reach his bed. He threw himself onto the bed. His thoughts being destroyed again.

"Tired?" Rhydain asked.

"No shit Sherlock" Matt spoke harshly trying to get the point through, he didn't want to talk.