Black cats and broken mirrors - [HIATUS]

05 - A very good immune system

  A couple more days passed, and the two boys continued with what looked like a friendship, Tom would have breakfast at the café sometimes, and Matt would spend his lunch break with him, but that was just about it, Tom would almost never talk, not that the other would mind it. Not much changed since they met each other, anyway, but the highlight of Matt's day was when he got to see Tom. What they had (whatever it was, but Tom never thought it was worth enough calling it a friendship) didn't feel forced, didn't feel fake, and even though he was self conscious about how much he rambled whenever he had the chance, he always pushed it aside, because it seemed to entertain Tom, and he always felt better after talking so much and putting everything out of his chest, as dumb as what he had to say was. 

   It had even become a habit, of the two, Matt always caught himself checking on the table that was the farthest from the cashier whenever he could, and Tom always made sure Matt was there – and that his "assigned" table was empty – before he thought about stepping into the store. It was a Saturday, just as he had been doing the whole week, Tom went to the cafe, today he tripped and scraped his elbow, of course he would hurt his arm, using a t-shirt, instead of his jumper like usual, the stinging pain distracted him for a moment, he stepped into the place and not even the little bell that rang above the door had taken him out of his trance, he was just annoyedly trying to rub it away, while trying to get rid of the blood that was coming out of the tiny wounds. As he sat down at his table, he grabbed some napkins and put them on his elbow. 

"Hello, welcome, what can I get you today?" Tom heard an accent, he looked up at the waiter, the source of the newly heard voice. A guy about his age, his eyes went right up to his caramel brown hair, where two strands stood up, like demon horns. 

"Uh– The usual." He blurted out, a little awkwardly, and even a little more when the guy looked at him confused, of course he didn't know what the usual was. Thomas was just too used to having Matt bring him whatever he asked for. Tom scratched his cheek. "... A cup of black coffee please."

 The new guy wrote it down with an arched eyebrow, waited a few seconds, and looked down at Tom again. When he didn't say anything else, the waiter walked away. 

 Was Tom late, or was he early? His phone said he was right on time. Matt wasn't there, it was his break now. He got his coffee, and drank it slowly, expecting for the ginger to appear after every sip. He wasn't actually that anxious to see him, but Matt was the only person that Tom had talked to, who hasn't been rude, didn't push him aside or manipulated him (well, not yet, who knows?). 

 Thomas had been starving for company and he didn't even know, so of course he would be upset to not see someone when he intended to. They didn't meet everyday exactly, but often enough for one of them to get at least a tiny bit upset, if they hadn't seen each other for about five days. Maybe Matt finally got tired of him, like mostly everyone Thomas knew did. He was actually waiting for it, the only good thing he got was a cheap internet plan that was enough to send texts to people, even though now he wasn't even going to talk to anyone.

 Tom waited, and waited… and nothing. He decided to go home a hour later (just to make sure) after he finished with his coffee. It was just going to be another boring day - but what's new about that? -, guess the brunet would have to sleep the rest of the day, or stay on his phone. At least he had some Vodka in his fridge. Eat something first, Tom. The eyeless lad ended up making some toasts for himself, boringly eating on his couch and checking his phone until he saw a new notification. 

'Sorry I didn't go today, I got a little sick'

'Could've told me earlier :/'

It took Matt a few seconds to respond, "typing..." popped up on Tom's screen meanwhile.

'I spent the whole day sleeping, been feeling a little tired y'know.'

'So your immune system isn't as good as you told me.'

'Oh shush >:/'

'At least you're still alive.'

'Yeah.'
'Want to come over?'

 Tom almost spat out his toast. First he forces his kindness upon Tom, and now this?! Next thing he's going to ask is his hand in marriage, for sure. He thought a little before replying.

'Sorry, not in the mood.'
'Id rather stay and sleep'

'Alright that's understandable :)'
'Enjoy your day !'

 He's understanding, he is nice, he is kind, a little tiny bit vain, but altruistic. Suspicious. But hey, try to enjoy things in life for once and not be a little bitch about it, Thomas! Thinking about it, things were actually going pretty well, better than before he met this new guy.

… Weird.

 Anyway, it was kind of weird for Matt to invite Tom over, wasn't it? He was sick after all. Everything should go wrong for Tom, so maybe it was just the world's way of saying they shouldn't see each other… Or something bad might happen today, while he's at home.

 While the brunet was caught up with those thoughts that had a fair portion of self doubt underneath them, Matt was trying to figure out what he should do with himself. He never lied when he said he never got sick, it wasn't anything that looked so serious, he probably just caught a cold from his night walks at the park. Luck somehow failed him for the first time? Or something might have happened at the café and he shouldn't be there.

 Gosh, he didn't even know how to take care of himself in this situation, Matt had to Google the symptoms, and as you would assume, he didn't have any medicine in his house, but he was indeed being a bit too dramatic about it, walking by the rooms all covered and with a box of tissues and a thermal water bag just in case, if it gets worse, he would probably die.

 He actually invited his friend over to have some company, as much as his tiny percentage of common sense told him not to, he would have insisted on it, but Tom must have been tired, or something like that. He talks about it sometimes, about how he gets tired of people easily. It's completely understandable though, some humans are just too hard to deal with.

 That makes him wonder, would Tom ever get tired of him?

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Word count: 1169
Filler chapter, heh

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sorry for the delay, my mental health's been real funky lately and I've been struggling to come up with something nice, I think this one is decent, hope you've enjoyed