ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴏʟᴏᴍᴜʟᴇ!

thoughts

I'm Matt.
I like to mind my business.
I certainly don't go out of my way to annoy Augustus Porter because I-
I mean, for no reason.
I don't!

When I saw the dust and plants, heard Bria's voice in the distance, I knew my Glandus friends were in a fight with something, saving something, or something else that would get them treated like heroes. I also knew I needed to help them out if I wanted to keep being friends with them... which was fine. They treated me equally, right? 
Why am I even asking myself this? Of course they do.

When I finally got there, I saw that they had already done their heroic deed, which seemed to be.. saving a demon baby? Whatever. They got their 15 seconds of fame, and I was late. As I ran up to them, I knew I needed to say something, act like I wasn't just uselessly pacing the streets   ̶̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ɪ̶ɴ̶ᴋ̶ɪ̶ɴ̶ɢ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ʙ̶ᴏ̶ᴜ̶ᴛ̶ ̶ʜ̶ɪ̶ᴍ̶.̶  

"There- there was this other baby in danger- you probably didn't see," I puffed out.

I never was good under pressure.

"Mattholomule?" came a skeptical voice from beside me.

How could I have missed him?
The boy I'd been thinking about all morning?

"Augustus?"