Running through a forest, donning a sword at my side, in a god ugly green outfit I go; slicing through the trees and brush that are in my way, along with the crap-hole monsters that get in my way and refuse to just leave me alone. I really have no idea where I'm headed, because that annoying little imp that follows me around won't just give in and tell me, and neither will the redhead. There's annoying creepy ugly monster things pretty much everywhere, and I swipe at them with irritation, trying to make them go away, but to no avail.
"WHY WON'T IT DIE!?" I screech, smashing my sward forward over and over. The creature moans in pain and frustration, but it doesn't lose any life.
Matt's beside me, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the ugly yellow couch. "You have to aim better than that if you're going to kill it..." he tells me, obviously amused.
I growl in frustration and try again, but I only fail - the stupid aim is completely off, I decide. Howling in frustration I throw my remote at the screen on instinct, only to have the strap secure on my arm and jerk my wrist.
"SHIT!"
"Mello!" Matt cries, grabbing my arm to keep me from jerking at it again and ruining his precious television. I struggle in his arms but it's no use, because my anger at the game is pretty much nothing compared to the pain as I stumble slightly. "Fuck, Mell ... don't try to throw things at my television!" he scolds, "and don't move around so much, you're going to reopen your wounds."
"Well, it's your stupid game's fault," I grumble, even though I know it's ridiculous to think that way. Matt chuckles despite my idocity, depositing me on the couch - still surprisingly comfortable, which is probably the reason he bought it - and sits down beside me. I rip off the strap that was holding my wrist hostage and wing the remote across the room, and it lands with a WHUMPH on the carpet, but I can tell it's not damaged.
Matt plops down beside me, a little too close by most 'man' standards, but close enough for me. It's nice to have him at close proximity, actually, our shoulders brushing just barely. It reminds me he's there, and to stay in the present. Makes me feel safe, I guess. I'd never actually admit to that, though, because I am a guy, and anyway I'm much too badass to be talking about things like that. (Even though I totally just did this morning, but whatever, screw you and your specific-ness.)
I lean over to grab a piece of chocolate, but I don't get the chance, Matt snatching it before I can sit up and giving it to me, smiling knowingly. I scowl a little - he's too good at knowing what I want, and even though that's nice, sometimes I stubbornly want to do things myself. Really, he's right and I should be sitting still, but I'm a total hyperactive spit-fire, and I hate sitting still. Anyway, I take the chocolate and eat it hungrily, relishing in the addictive taste.
"I told Leon how you're staying at my house," Matt informs me, leaning back against the couch cushions. I blink, looking at him curiously. I remember him talking about Leon - he sounded like a pretty cool guy, even if he was a perv or whatever. "Before you woke up, on my phone," he explains.
I smirk a little. "What'd he think of that?" I ask, picturing the conversation in my mind. From my understanding of things, Leon would no doubt take things the wrong way. Matt chuckles, seeming to see my train of thought.
"He was pretty much just stunned," Matt told me through his chuckle, a dimpled grin across his face. I chuckle a little too - well, okay, giggle, but shut up. "Oh, and he might be coming over today, if he can get away from work. He insists on meeting you." I startle a little, surprised by this - I'd never really considered ever meeting Matt's friends, even though he'd met mine. He gives me a guilty little half-shrug, probably misreading my surprise. "Sorry. He's kind of... impulsive. If you want me to, I can ask him to wait..."
