|Yeah, umm... not much to say... feeling a little down and out of it, so... yeah...just enjoy, I guess...|
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"So, how was the soccer try-out?"
"It doesn't matter... my dad doesn't want me in sports, remember?" There was a silence as Matt shook his head, walking next to his friend.
"Your dad sucks..."
"Yeah..."
Matt was, by all rights, Shiva's best, and possibly only, friend. They had known each other for several years; neither of them really remembered how they met or became friends, but both were glad to have the other. Matt was rather tall and thin, a rather lanky appearance, hidden beneath baggy black clothing and dark make-up. He was normally a very laid back kind of guy, carefree in its entirity unless it came to his friends or family. His hair was an admirable strawberry blonde in color, cropped short against the back of his head, but the bangs left long in the front, cascading over his shoulders and curving ever-so-slightly inward.
People had a tendency to call him gothic, considering what he usually wore when not in school. Even when in uniform he managed to spice it up, wearing leather gloves with the fingers cut out, or the collar of his shirt open to show the studded black belt that looped his neck. There were several peircings in both of his ears which no one seemed to pay much attention to, and one in his eyebrow. He claimed he had gotten it on a dare, but no one noticed that, either. Eyeshadow and lip liner seemed to bring out his chocolate colored eyes and thin lips, usually painted black when not in school. Matt was the epitome of attractive, but his attitude just drove everyone away; except Shiva, of course.
"Hey, dude; I called yesterday after practice, but your dad said you hadn't gotten home yet." Matt watched his friend with a curious look, walking backward so as better to see him, awaiting the answer.
"Oh, umm..." Shiva fished for an excuse, but there really was not much of one he could give. He definitely was not going to tell Matt that he had been in the shower with another male, or that he had let someone he almost could not stand seduce him in such a manner.No doubt he would think him strange if he knew about it, and Matt was the last person he wanted to drive away.
"Ok, what did you do? Obviously you're looking for an escuse or else you wouldn't be thinking so hard."
"I didn't do anything!" Shiva protested, his face flushing just a bit at the accusation. So, he had been caught, to an extent, but he was not going to admit that. "I went for a walk." He said quickly before giving a nod of his head as if it would be more convincing. "Yes, I went for a walk."
"Yeah, right." Matt sighed, shaking his head as he turned around, those dark eyes rolling in a sure sign that he did not believe a word of it. "Whatever you say, dude." But Shiva was let off the hook, thankfully, and they reached his locker without much question on the subject.
"Even if you don't believe me, what would I have done?" Shiva commented as he pulled open the locker to put his things away, grabbing out what he needed for his first class. Instantly, something caught his eyes; a small, folded slip of paper. Exchanging his things out, he picked up the note and carefully closed the locker door. Matt glanced at it from his position against one of the lockers, a thin brow quirking in curiousity.
"What's that? A love letter or something?" He asked as he attempted to peer over the top as if to find out about it. The thought of it being a lover letter brought a flush to Shiva's cheeks, remembering what had happened the day before. Surely Naoe would not write him a note about that incident, would he? It would have been nice to know the motivation behind it, but the brunette just did not seem the type to write letters like that.
"Can't be a love letter..." He murmured as he slowly unfolded the note. Or at least he hoped not. Matt did not need to see it if it was; he would never hear the end of it! However, the mystery was soon solved as he peered at the simple typed text, centered on the page. The words alone made Shiva's eyes widen in horror. could it be? No, he had to be dreaming...
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