You Would Not Believe Your Eyes (tag; ROWAN)

[Mathis Reeves]

Matty was happier than he could ever remember being. He was still riding on cloud nine on the fact he was actually in a relationship with a boy and God hadn't struck him down. It didn't even matter that he was going to be losing the boyfriend before September. It didn't even faze the young mimic that his friend had been hospitalized and refused to talk to him. It didn't matter that Matty had to find out about the hospitalization from his trainer and not his long term friend.

No. None of it mattered. Not at all. He was perfectly fine.

Matty finished removing the last batch of his cookies from the cooling tray, glancing over the fact he had just spent the last three hours of his after school time baking. How did he know that? Well, the multitude of cookies before him would prove that Matty was probably more upset then he was letting on. But, as was the Texan's motto, he shoved the upset feeling deep in the box inside him. He could dwell on it later.

Putting the freshest batch of double chocolate cookies (swirled with vanilla/white chocolate and double chocolate batter) into a box, he added it to the growing collection inside his backpack. Then he busied himself with cleaning up his expansive workstation until everything shone. If only to have something to kill time until he headed up to Rowan's room.

After a few more minutes of staring at the clean counters, Mathis picked up his backpack and pile of movies before leaving the classroom and heading up to the dorm. He paused by Dem's dorm before shaking his head and continuing onward, stopping when he reached his objection. With a sloppy grin pulling at his features he knocked quickly on the door so that someone would open up. Preferably Rowan, but he wouln't say no to Salem either. Really anyone but Lucas would do.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan hadn't done a whole lot since he'd come back from Boston except go to the gym and work out. He'd been in his room since he got back, not really going out of his way to talk to anybody and ignoring the vast majority of texts he was getting from his booty calls and mother. He'd texted Lucy the night that he got back, but otherwise he hadn't made a point to see her yet. He missed her of course, but wasn't quite sure he wanted to hear more about Penelope.

Sitting in his room, music playing in the background, he probably looked much like he had back before Lucy came around. He couldn't quite shake the introvert slump he found himself in. Probably due to his mother shoving him violently back into that state of mind. He slung his arm over his eyes and tried to forget it all. His hands were still bruised from his late night workout, so as his hand hit the pillow he winced. Probably not his brightest idea to box without wrapping his hands first.

He was just about to slip into a mindless stare up at the ceiling when he heard knocking at the common room door. Since he'd been up, he'd seen all of his roommates leave for something more important than being stuck at their dorm, so he knew whoever it was would continue knocking until he answered. Rowan rolled out of his bed, pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt before walking out of his room and towards the door. Part of him wanted it to be Lucy, but he knew it wasn't because she wasn't the type to knock.

Rowan opened the door and glanced up as if the outside world was far too bright, only to find a familiar face that despite his sluggish mood, made him smile. "Matty, what're ya doin' here?" The aerokinetic asked the younger boy in front of him. He noticed as he spoke that his accent was thicker, just as it always seemed to get after he visited Boston. "C'mon in, it's just me here, hope ya don't care."

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis started to panic a little bit when no one came to answer the door and he knocked again. He didn't hear any voices from within, nor did he hear any sound. The thought had crossed his mind to call Rowan. But he wanted it to be surprised. Not to mention the boy in question hadn't answered his texts - something that Mathis chose to ignore. So he'd do this spontaneously and without permission and just hope that Rowan didn't mind.

Eventually he heard a door open and the sound of movement reached the waiting mimic. So he stood back and waited for the door to open. When it did, Matty was pleased to see he was being greeted by the boy he had hoped to find. "Rowan! Figured ya'd be back." His response was almost immediate, and if possible it even over lapped the ends of Rowan's words.

He carefully slid inside at the invitation and raised the movies for Rowan to see. "So. Here I was thinkin' we should hang out. Do movies and cookies." There was a pause as Matty moved his backpack so Rowan could see it. "I mighta made way too many. So y'best be hungry 'else these are gunna go to waste." Matty nodded some before offering Rowan yet another cheek splitting grin. "So how was Boston?"

[Rowan Booker]

Glancing up at the movies Matty held and found himself smiling the slightest bit at the choices. An Underworld marathon, couldn't get better than that. Kate Beckinsale....what a babe. Rowan honestly could watch any movie with her in it and be happy for the rest of the night. So tonight, tonight would be a good night with a good friend that would hopefully help him get over the stress he'd dealt with when he was back at home.

God and then the cookies!

Rowan found himself smiling a little wilder. "Did you know that you're on your way to becoming one of my best friends? Simply for bringing me cookies and Kate Beckinsale in one night. That's a great friend right there," He laughed and flopped down on his bed. "Boston was...Boston. Nothing new, nothing special and lacking interesting people," He shrugged and tried to forget all about Boston even existing at the moment.

"How have you been? Things good with you? Excited for the annual Talk coming up?" God he still hated that he was stuck going to that fucking thing again. It was like Hammel was punishing him for failing! Why ever would they do something like that? Wasn't being stuck here for another year bad enough? Let alone go to that creepy old guy's sex talk with a bunch of tiny teens that liked to think they knew about sex and all that kinky shit.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis couldn't help but mentally cheer at the slight smile on Rowan's face when the older male glanced at what he brought. See? No reason at all to worry about dropping by unannounced. It wasn't weird at all to do so. When the smile widened on his friend's face, Matty might have even upgraded his mental cheering to a full fledged touch down dance. All in his head, of course.

He wouldn't do that sort of thing in front of someone. Not at all.

"Well if that's all it'd take to be y'best friend how come I never got upgraded 'fore?" Another cheek splitting grin as he followed Rowan to the bedroom and tossed his bag of cookies onto the bed beside his flopped out friend. After that he turned and busied himself with the TV so he could get the movie going. "Next time y'should bring company to Boston. Then y'would have some interestin' people."

Being reminded of the annual Talk just made the mimic tense a little bit. He would deny till the death that his cheeks might have even colored just a little bit. It was added to the list of 'Nope. Doesn't bother me.' list that he'd been creating. Even if Matty knew about that... stuff. It was a lot different from hearing about it from his brother or younger friend. It was a whole 'nother matter when Dr. Neville was coming onto stage to talk. It didn't help the matter that Matty had actually asked questions (though this he would deny as well). Matty denied a lot of things.

"I've been good, as always! Just spendin' time with Cam whenever he ain't busy gettin' ready to move for college." Matty wouldn't mention that he didn't want Cam to go. That would be selfish and not helpful and Cameron didn't need any more drama. "Startin' pre-cal for the school year, looked over the book and I'm already real excited." No. He wouldn't mention The Talk.