Everyone is my type | Matt's Story

1. Guests

Matt's POV

Getting a college proposition away from home is probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. Finally, I can go away from this house and these people. Finally, I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.

My mother walks into my room as calm as always. "Matthew, have you packed everything you need?"

I ignore her as I'm too interested in a random game that I installed.

"Matthew?"

"Wait a second."

"Have you got everything you need?" She tries again making me lose focus and therefore dying in the game.

I turn to her annoyed."What?"

"Are you sure you've packed everything?"

"Why are you asking me?" I shove my phone in my pocket. "Ask the person who you hired to pack for me."

"I'm only asking you to check, just in case." Her eyes dart around my room. "And whilst you're checking I'll get someone to clean your room. Matthew, how do you sleep in this condition?"

I look around my room and then look back at my mother confused. "There's literally no mess." Apart from the t-shirt that's on the floor, everything is spotless.

"Matthew there are piles of dust on your drawers."

I look over to my drawers and still find myself confused. "What?" Even if you put a microscope to my drawers you won't find a pile of dust.

"Hurry up and check your bag, you'll be setting off in a few hours."

"I've got plenty of time, chill."

Her voice turns stern. "Matthew, I mean it."

I sigh whilst getting off the bed. "What's the point of paying people to pack for you when in the end you need to check anyway?" Then I begin to walk to the luggage room.

When I walk in a man who looks like he is in his mid-twenties turns to me with his hands behind his back. "Sir, you requested to check." He nods to my suitcase in the middle of the room.

Seen as though I'm here I might as well check. I ignore the guy and walk to my suitcase, I rummage around looking for the main items I definitely want. However, there is one slim blue bottle that I'm finding hard to see.

I turn around to the guy. "Where is my perfume?"

"Er- erm which one exactly?"

"The dark blue one."

"It's in the bag, sir."

"No, it isn't." I stand up and back to the side. "Go on, you look."

He lowers his head as he walks to the suitcase and begins to rummage through the case. His face turns red after a while and that's when I sigh and walk off to the living room where I find my mother writing in her handbook.

"He stole my perfume."

She removes her reading glasses to look up to me. "Matthew, what on earth are you going on about?"

"The guy, the guy who has been packing for me has stolen my perfume."

"Are you one hundred percent sure he stole it? We cannot be accusing people for the sake of it."

"Mother I'm-"

A cough from behind me forces me to stop and look behind.

"If you don't mind the interruption sir, I found your perfume." The luggage boy stands there handing me over my perfume.