I want a genuine, not a replica {OPEN}

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis sat in class, his wide open English book laying forgotten on his desk as he stared at the clock. His foot was practically jumping against the floor as he let out an exhausted sort of sigh. Two more minutes. Two more minutes of the same, dry idiotic English class that really didn't matter. Sure, Matthew was always going on about getting good grades but English HAD to be a different story. No one would willingly submit themselves to being in this classroom. Unless they were crazy.

The minute hand clicked over and Mathis' bouncy foot continued with a renewed vigor. His fingers danced over the desk to slam shut the book, gathering up unused pens and highlighters which were all promptly shoved into his overflowing, ripping at the seams backpack. Filled by the hopes and dreams of to-be-completed homework. (Which, to be honest, would remain just dreams until Mathis was cornered by a teacher.)

BELL NOISE

The mimic leaped out of his seat, almost tripping on the legs of his chair as he jogged to the classroom door. A grin stretched his cheeks as he raised his hand, giving the teacher an almost dismissive wave over his shoulder before disappearing into the still rather empty hallway. His feet pounded into the floors as he dodged the students emptying from various classrooms, sharing his Cheshire grin as he passed the ones he knew though he didn't bother stopping to speak to any of them.

Barely two minutes had passed before Mathis skidded to a stop, taking in big gulps of air as he held his knees. In shape or not, he still had problems running full sprint without any sort of warm up. After a moment to collect himself he turned and shoved open the classroom door, poking his head in to glance around before the rest of his body followed him inside. The scent of burned cookies assaulted his nose, making him cringe once but he chose to ignore it for the moment.

"MR. EVERETT!" he yelled out, tossing his backpack on an abandoned desk before immediately shoving up his hoodie sleeves to go wash his hands. He didn't really notice that the person he was looking for wasn't around.

[Elizabeth Sloane]

Beth was ready to pull her hair out. She always volunteered to hang back and make sure everything was clean after her cooking class. But today... Today someone had just LEFT the cookies in the oven. They hadn't bothered to turn the timer on, or even check on them. Talk about a fire hazard! Probably one of the girls whose eyes were perpetually glued to her phone. The ones who thought Home Ec was a bird course. She scowled and pulled on a pair of oven mitts, grabbing the cookie sheet from the oven and turning it off. They were black, and likely inedible. 'What a colossal waste,' she thought. She wished she had the ability to un-burn baked goods, instead of sensation transferal.

She scraped them onto a plate, and put them at the front of the room, hoping a desperate student or one of the ones who perpetually needed to eat would take one. Or two. Or the whole plate. When she returned to the kitchen area to hang up her apron and finish tidying up, someone burst into the room and yelled for a 'Mister Everett.' Beth rolled her eyes.

"Nope, just Beth." She chuckled gently at the boy and grabbed the small plate of cookies she'd made in the class. Hers were perfectly baked, and not black at all save for the small chunks of dark chocolate in them. She'd snuck into the storage room and switched up the regular chips she'd been provided with some dark chocolate. She did that frequently. Luckily the teacher pretended not to notice, provided that Beth offered up a sample. She grabbed her bag, and made sure she looked presentable by checking her reflection on the front of the stove, and made to leave. She paused, and turned back towards the boy, holding out the plate of still warm chocolate chip cookies. "Do you want one? They're fresh."

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis' head bounced up from where he'd been studying his now wet hands. There was a response that wasn't Everett. A female, one he didn't recognize. Why did this keep happening to him? This... Running into people he didn't know. Mathis huffed slightly against his wet hands before washing them as thoroughly as a surgeon would, turning off the faucet with the back of his hand before grabbing some paper towels to dry them. As he turned some he heard the girl walk back to him, holding out a plate of cookies. His face instantly pulled up in a grin as his freshly washed hand darted out to take two of them. "Cookies!" he chirped as a response, looking up to meet her eyes to share his cheek splitting grin.

Taking a quick bite of the cookie, his eyes began going up and down her body as he tried to place where he knew her from. The face was definitely familiar to him, and the clothing reminded him of someone, but he just couldn't put a name to the features. A confused smiled pulled down his earlier cheek-splitting grin and he cocked his head to the side much like a dog would. "Uhhh... I'm Mathis! Do I know you from somewhere, Ma'am? You look awfully familiar.. Maybe we hadda class or something?" he questioned, taking another bite of the delicious cookie.

[Elizabeth Sloane]

Beth smiled at Mathis. Even if she'd been in a poor mood he was certainly the type of guy who had a contagious smile, and a lot of positive energy. She felt a little uncomfortable, and shifted her weight nervously when she realized he was studying her, but it was over so quickly and and she nearly forgot it. She paused, trying to remember if they'd had a class together. She'd certainly seen him around campus, his face was quite familiar, but she didn't think they'd ever been in the same class. "Sorry," she told him, in a typically Canadian fashion, "I don't think we have... Are you a senior as well?" She laughed a little, "I've been a bit of a hermit these past few years."

She took a cookie for herself and nibbled at the edge of it. Beth wasn't too fond of eating in front of strangers, it made her pretty self conscious. She took in Mathis' appearance. He was probably a couple years younger than she was. He was adorable, and she noticed he had very pretty eyes. It was probably the eyelashes. Realizing she'd been staring, Beth dropped her eyes to her cookie.

[[I'm so sorry it's short !]]

[Mathis Reeves]

His head cocked to the side even more as Beth began to shift uncomfortably, wondering what he'd done to make her uncomfortable. Maybe she just had to go to the bathroom? Mathis nodded once to himself before turning up the intensity of his smile to show her.. something. Though what that something was was a little foggy to the mimic. "Naw! I'm not a senior. Ora junior, was supposed to be a junior though. I'ma sophomore. But I'm in super higher math classes so we coulda met there... Ah... Are you in any clubs? Activities? Hang out in the library?" he rambled out, mentally ticking off possibilities as he suggests them. "Orr maybe we got some mutual sort of friends??" this next one came out in one breath and slightly jumbled as he reached out for another cookie.

Obviously, with the way Mathis was tearing into the cookie he had no problems eating in front of people. In fact he preferred to eat in front of people so that it would a kind of communal, company including thing. His blue eyes flicked away from the cookies to look at her, noticing the way she was staring. He quickly shot her a wide grin and laughed softly. "So where ya headed? Want some company? Or ya can stay and help me cook? Well... Help me eat whatever it is I cook?" he offered, never one to pass up the opportunity to feed someone.

((Equally short))