I found a table near a corner of the café, away from people. Since I didn't have any breakfast, and I've been walking in the snow all day, I've worked up quite the appetite.
I was sitting there for three minutes, when I see Matt walk through the door. I wave to him, and he comes over, panting.
"Did you run all the way over here?" I ask him. He nods. I laugh at his silliness. It's been awhile since I've been able to laugh like this.
I order a panini, and a coffee, and Matt orders a muffin, and an espresso. The food comes in no time, and I wolf down the sandwich, and guzzle down my coffee. Matt laughs at my unlady-likeness.
"What? I've already had a long day." I tell him. I order another coffee. He looks at me sympathetically.
"What happened?" He asks. I sigh, and explain to him my partially sucky day. He nods in understanding, still munching his muffin. When I finish, I feel something in my gut stir, and a new emotion that I've never felt before warms me.
'What is this feeling?' I ask myself. Probably just a cold. After all, I have been walking around in the snow all day.
"So, how was your day?" I ask him. He looks down at his espresso, and shivers, despite the warm air inside the café.
"Well, for starters, one of my dad's finally noticed, but not in the good way." He says. I look into his purple eyes, with my own (e/c) eyes.
'One of my dad's? He must have gay parents. Cool.' I think to myself.
"What happened, Matt?" I asked. I was concerned with this boy, who almost had a suckier upbringing than me.
He looked at me, surprised as if I actually care. Pity for this kid came flooding into my brain.
"I was listening to music in my room, when I heard a sudden crash coming from downstairs," he starts. I nod, letting him continue.
"I go down to check out what was wrong, to see Arthur's favorite vase in pieces. He wasn't home, because he was out with Francis, so I decided to clean up the mess. While I was cleaning, Arthur and Francis came back, and Arthur scolded me for breaking the vase." He finishes.
I nod, a grim look coming over my features. Matt looks down at his espresso, a sad look on his face. I reach out and put my hand on his hand. He looks up, surprise in his eyes behind his glasses.
"I'm here for you. As long as you promise not to kill yourself." I said. He smiles, and holds both of my hands, a not-so subtle blush dusting his cheeks.
"I promise."
A/N: Sorry if this chapter was too short for you guys! I hope you enjoyed!!
