Trapped with my Badass Neighbour

2. First Encounters

~ This picture is roughly what I imagined Matthew Lace to look like (just imagine there's a lip and eyebrow piecing... Damn) anyways I hope that you enjoy this chapter :D ~

As I step into the house I can see many brown boxes scattered everywhere. On the walls they've started to put some picture frames up. I let go of Matt's hand and walked towards what looked like a family photo. In the picture I can see Matt's parents, Matt on the right, then on the left I can see a little girl aged about 13 I think... Does he have a sister? Matt looked at me with a sad expression, then took my hand and brought me to the kitchen.

As I sat on the stool, Matt grabbed a warm cloth and applied it to my sores, then he found a couple band aids from the already stocked medicine cabinet. "Hey Des did you wanna come up stairs to my room and we can talk and just chill?" I nodded my head then jumped down and headed towards the stairs.

When we walked towards the door, Matt pulled out a key and unlocked it. Once we stepped inside I noticed a double bed in the corner, unmade *cringes*, a black desk against the wall, clothes shoved and hung in the cupboard, then more boxes everywhere. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Matt grabbed his big leather desk chair and pushed it towards me, sitting down on it.

"So... why don't you give me a gist about you?" Matt asked me, I looked up and gave a slight nod and small grin. "Alrighty, so I go to Northford College, I have two best friends James, and Andy. You could call us the rule breakers. We all like to skate and do as we please I guess. You could say I'm a bit of a tomboy, I hate all of that girly crap. I live for music! I'm kinda on the genres that you won't find on the mainstream radio station. Like heavy metal, rock, alternative, grunge, punk rock, indie and screamo kinda music. You know like a real band." Matt's face lit up, "I'm totally into that!" I laughed a little at his enthusiasm.

"So what about your family?" Matt asked. "Ah, my dad's name is Mark, and my mum's name is Jane. I also have a little sister, Nora." "How old's your sister?" "She's 16." "Oh you guys are pretty close then, right?" I thought about his question... we were when we were younger, but now... I'm not so sure. "Yeah you could say that I guess, but we aren't always."

"So you're a tomboy who skates, and is a bit of a badass, like me...?" "Well I don't know what you'd define as 'badass', so I'm not sure." "Trust me, you don't want to know." I was a bit puzzled by this comment and was going to say something about it until Matt started to speak again.

"Okay so there isn't really much to know about me. I was born in Queensland, I've lived there for all my life then just recently we've decided to move down here to Melbourne. I also enjoy skating. I don't have any friends here... Yet. I'm also enrolled into Northford, so I will see you there tomorrow I guess. I almost forgot my family... So my dad's name is Tim and my mum's name is Danielle. You know how you saw that family photo on the wall... Well in the picture there's my sister, she was 14. That picture was taken only 7 months ago... Teresa died in a car accident. We were all together on the freeway, when some asshole crashed into us. My dad lost control of the car, and Tess lost her life..." Matt's face was turning slightly red. "Hey Matt I'm sorry about your sister..." "It's alright it really doesn't matter, anyway my mum just couldn't stand being in Queensland any longer so we moved here, far away from the accident." There was a quick pause then Matt looked up at me. "Hey did you want to come down stairs and help me find the DVD's so we could watch a movie?" I nodded and challenged him to a race down the stairs.

He got up instantly and headed straight for the door. We bolted down the stairs, neck and neck. Then we both dived for the couch in the living room.

We both burst out into laughing fits and turned towards each other. I blushed a little, but then quickly climbed off the couch and looked at the boxes trying to read the writing scribbled on them.