It was a lazy Tuesday morning, and Matt, Edd, and Tom were all downstairs sitting on the couch. Matt lounged upside down, with his head hanging off the couch and his feet sticking up in the air. He held his purple mirror close to his face, examining himself.
"Ugh, Matt, could you keep your feet on your side of the couch?" Tom growled, pushing Matt's legs.
"Hey, Tom!" Edd groaned, pushing Matt's legs the opposite direction. Tom grunted, grabbing Matt's legs and folding them over, then pushing Matt off the couch.
"H-hey! What are you-?" Matt fell off, hitting the ground headfirst. His mirror fell and shattered against the ground a few inches away from his face.
"No!" Matt screamed, scrambling off the couch.
"Tom, you broke it!" He said, picking up the pieces and attempting to put them back into the frame.
"Matt don't do that, you're gonna-" Edd said, attempting to grab Matt and pull him away from the glass.
"Ow! It bit me!" Matt said, shaking his hand and dropping the glass back on the ground. His finger began to bleed as he sat looking at it. Edd sighed, finishing his sentence.
"Cut yourself." Edd stood up, walking into the kitchen and grabbing some gloves and a broom and dust pan. He walked back in, kneeling beside Matt and began scooping up the pieces.
"No, w-we can fix her!" Matt said, grabbing Edd's arm.
"Matt, you're just going to have to buy a new one. And clean that cut, it's going to get infected." Edd said, shaking Matt off of him. Sighing, Matt stood, glaring at Tom's smirking face. He walked upstairs into the bathroom and washed his hands, wincing every time the soap got into the cut. After drying his hands off, he walked downstairs and grabbed his green overcoat, slipping it on.
"I'm off to get a new mirror." Matt called, glaring at Tom.
"Okay, see you later." Edd said, not taking his eyes off the television. Matt sighed, walking out the door and closing it behind him. The roads were empty minus a few stray cars that drove down it. Matt looked around the neighborhood, wondering where everyone was. Suddenly, something got caught under Matt's foot and he tripped. He popped his hands out in front of him, catching himself. He yelped as grit pushed into his cut. Looking down, he saw what had tripped him. A golf ball sat on the sidewalk right beside Matt.
He picked it up as he stood, growling.
"Stupid ball!" He threw it, smiling as it disappeared behind a bush. As he began walking again, he heard someone yelp.
"Ow! Who threw that?" Matt looked around for the voice, and saw a small guy walk out of the bushes. At first he thought it was Tom, but as he looked, he realized that it wasn't Tom. He wore a long sleeved blue button up shirt. His hair was pushed down, much unlike Tom's.
"What was that for?" The guy said, rubbing his head.
"Oh- sorry. I didn't know you were over there." Matt said.
"Hey, you're Matt, aren't you?" Matt nodded, slightly confused.
"I'm Jon." He stuck his hand out. Matt took it and shook his hand, which was surprisingly soft. Smiling, Matt dropped his hand.
"So, where are you headed?" Jon asked.
"Oh, I have to go buy a new mirror; my friend broke the other one." Matt explained. Jon nodded.
"Well, uh... do you think I could tag along? I've got nothing to do, and my friends..." His voice trailed off. Matt decided not to ask.
"Sure, I could use the company." He smiled, and the two of them started to walk down the street.
(A/N) Sorry for it being so short, I'll defiantly write more tomorrow.
