Time Warp: Coffee Break!

[Matt Davis]

Matt waited outside of the girls dorm with his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets. It was a little silly to come out and stand in the cold waiting without anything more than a hoodie, but Matt wasn’t known for his planning ability. He was instead known for his lack of motivation. Which of course was what lead him here, waiting outside of the dorm for Karalie while his lonely homework sat in his own room not being done. Poor papers.He bounced on the balls of his feet, just making sure he’d keep moving and try to generate some heat. The frayed and torn bottom of his well used jeans didn’t help keep the cold off of his ankles.

He kicked at the ground, knocking around a frozen pebble, considering what he should do while he waited. He had some games on his phone. Surely he’d have his health back from Candy Crush, but he really didn’t want to submit his fingers to the cold. They’d turn as red as his cheeks probably were right now. Instead he decided to think about something warm. Coffee was warm! Thank goodness they were going to go grab some from… wherever they grabbed coffee. It wasn’t his drink of choice. Too bitter and hardy. He wished he had liked it as much as his father did, but it just never sat with him. He learned how to hide his distaste for the bitterness, but it was still nasty as all get out.

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie took one last look in the mirror before heading out.  She had to make some notes so she knew where to pick up with in her studying, and saved all of her stuff before she finished getting ready.  She had made sure to put extra perfume on just in case she didn't smell shower fresh.  Not that she needed to get fancy for Matt, but, well, he was a guy after all and she was a girl and even if he was much younger they were friends and would be seen in public.  She just had to look her best.  Plus, it would be a bonus if Luke happened upon them, seeing her looking her best with his band mate.  She wondered if they were even still in the band together..

When she got downstairs Matt was already there.  She smiled at the blond boy and made her way over, hugging her coat close to herself.  She was dressed for the cooler weather; gloves, hat and scarf.  The gloves would help in case she bumped into him.  Suddenly it hit her; did he have a car?  "Hey, Matt." She said in way of greeting.  "Ya'll ready?"

[Matt Davis]

When Karalie opened the door Matt bounced on his feet and turned toward her. He smiled down at the girl, and his eyes scanned over her quickly. It was a common reaction for a young man, surely, to admire a girl at first glance. It was a rather quick scan, however, and it may have been missed. His lip twitched into a little smile. She was pretty cute in her weather-appropriate gear. Smart and fashionable! “Hey! Yeah I’m ready. I aint too sure where we goin’... Where’s a good coffee place ‘round here?”

Matt turned and started along the path away from the school. He wasn’t sure where they were going, true, but he was pretty confident that it wasn’t back into the girls dorm. He hoped that when she suggested getting coffee, she’d mean the cafeteria. He knew, however, she was too cute in that get-up to just meander to the cafeteria. He wasn’t even sure if that place had coffee.

[Karalie Heise]

There were some decent coffee places and a small handful of good coffee places.  Then you had your terrible places, like the cafeteria.  "I was thinkin' the Velvet Tone?" She offered, walking with him and realizing he probably thought they were walking.  In this weather? No.  She would not be walking that far dressed like she was.  Even in heavy winter gear she might not walk that far.  Her boots were too beautiful and uncomfortable for that.  Now if it were warmer and she were in sneakers it would be a whole other story, but as it was that simply wasn't the case. 

"Ya'll need uh proper coffee education."  She explained and then nodded her head to go down towards the parking lot.  "An' uh lift.  We're drivin'."  She grinned over at Matt, looking him over.  He had the sort of look she liked; that good ol' boy sort of look.  And an accent to go with it.  "So what were yah workin' on?"

[Matt Davis]

The Velvet Tone? Now that didn’t sound like something he’d be too interested in. Heck, it didn’t sound like anything he’d look at twice. If he had seen the sign, he would have thought that it was a store that sold furry guitars, definitely not coffee. He shrugged though, accepting the input from the more versed coffee drinker. “Okay, sounds good. Not sure where that is, though.” When she suggested that he needed a better coffee education he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s true… not too sure how it works. Heck, I don’t even know the difference between a coffee and an express-o. Or a cafe and a latte. Or a mocha. That may be all the coffee terms I know.”

He took the hint from the nod and moved with her towards the parking lot. His hands tucked deeply into the pockets and a small smile spreads over his lips. “A lift? Now that’s what I’m talking about. Miss having my old ride… but this place is real strict about all that an’ I aint aloud t’have it here. S’do you want me to drive, or d’ya want to?”

She brought him back to school and shrugged some. “Just a book I gotta read… I aint got past the first couple of pages before I went to the Spark Notes… those seem even worse, for some reason. Aint we supposed t’be gettin’ our mid offa work?”

[Karalie Heise]

His lack of coffee terms was cute and she couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes at him.  Of all the guys she'd come across lately, Matt was definitely the sweetest, and maybe the most easy to talk to.  "I'll explain em later." She offered, figuring it was something they could discuss while drinking, or maybe before ordering.  She knew she could help him figure out what he'd like.

"You will." She promised, knowing they weren't strict through the entire time you were there.  It was important to be able to get around! Having her car there was a huge help, and her daddy had paid a lot of money to have it shipped up there.  He couldn't have Karalie driving it all the way from Mississippi alone! And she couldn't blame him.  Road tripping that far was not something she was interested in.  "Baby, no one drives my car but me." She practically purred at him, pulling her keys out.  She knew he meant well, but she wasn't about to have someone else's memories, even a memory in her car, starring her, imprinted on the wheel.  It was just easier if no one touched the steering wheel but her, though she would have gladly sat in his passenger seat if he'd had a car.  "Nothin' personal." She added, clicking the beeper as the doors all unlocked for their entrance.

"Yes, but I was makin' conversation." She reminded, slighting into the drivers seat.  "But we can change th'subject.  I won't tell ya'll my dirty secrets on gettin' good book info." She teased playfully, starting the car up.  "Whatcha wanna talk about?"

[Matt Davis]

Matt’s lip hiked up into a smirk when he saw her roll her eyes. A bad sign usually, but the smile made it look a little endearing. He hoped that was the case at least. He was fine with them talking about it later, though he hoped they would establish what he’d want before he ordered or else he’d look like an idiot.

"Baby, no one drives my car but me." She practically purred at him, pulling her keys out.

Matt almost shivered when she said that. Well that was weirdly sexy, he thought. He wasn’t sure if it was the way she said it, or the fact that she was talking about a car like that, but hell if it wasn’t pleasant. “... What, do you not have faith in me or nothin’? I’ve been drivin’ since I was eight! Sure I can handle your… automatic. Practically drives itself.”

He sat down in the passenger seat and looked around the car with a smile. It was a lot nicer than the stuff he was used to driving, but it lacked the feel of power he personally enjoyed. He remained unbuckled and watched her as she got ready.

“As much as I like conversations, yeah, I don’t want to talk about sch-...Wait, what? What dirty secrets ya got? Gettin’ good book info? And I don’t have to read these things? Let’s back track to that, yeah?”


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(( P.S. Happy Birthday Pam!!!!! ))

[Karalie Heise]

She giggled softly at his reply.  It wasn't a matter of trust though she could see why he would mistake it for such.  She was sure there were plenty of people who thought she didn't trust them by her actions.  Truth was she just didn't want to see that moment in time over and over again, though she supposed having Matt driving her car wouldn't be the worst memory in the world.  Still, seeing herself in her own passenger seat while driving wasn't something she necessarily wanted to relive over and over.

"It's not like that." She laughed, wrinkling her nose at him and showing him her hands.  "Still workin' on controllin' these puppies.  Till I do, ya'll're gonna have tuh keep yer mitts off my steerin' wheel."  She reminded so he would know why she was doing what she was doing.  "Nothin' personal."

"Oh, now yer interested in talkin' school?" She shot him raised brow before backing up out of her parking space.  "An' put yer seat belt on.  Safety first." She trusted herself not to wreck her car, but she didn't necessarily trust other drivers.  "I dunno if I should share my dirty secrets with you." She sighed, driving towards the road.  "I don' think ya'll've earned it."


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(( P.S. Thank you :] ))

[Matt Davis]

“Mhm…” Matt groaned with a playful smirk. “Alright, I aint gonna take it personal this time… But don’t drive like an old lady -or- a crazy person… You know… Don’ make me hop over an’ take it.” He reached down and started to readjust the seat so it would fit his long legs so that his knees wouldn’t be crammed against the glove box.

“Well yeah, now I’m interested in hearing it… You through the ‘S’ words around… anything that’s secret has got to be good, or at least useful...So spill the beans! What do you have, what can you tell me?”

He looked over the seat belt and pulled it out some before shrugging. “You know… Had a youth leader once who told me about his friend who died ‘cause he was strangled by a seatbelt… An’ if you aint gonna make us crash, why should I buckle up, eh?”

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie snorted and raised a brow at him before turning her attention back to the road where it belonged.  "Ya'll jump over here an' try tuh grab this wheel an' that pretty lil face've yers is gon' be smartin' for uh week." She threatened playfully, though there was a chance she really would shove him away if he ever did try something like that.  In a different life she may have been offended by his inability to trust her to drive, but Karalie had grown up around men like Matt and found it cuter than anything else.

"You put that seat belt on right now or I ain't tellin' yah squat." She insisted.  "Just 'cause I'm uh good driver don't mean everyone else is."  Another sidelong glance said she was serious, and he'd be wise to listen.  "Don'tchu make me pull this car over an' buckle yah up m'self, cause I will do it."  She stopped at a red light and gave him a dirty look before turning away.  "An' my secret is wikipedia.  It breaks things down practically by chapter.  Whatchu can't find there ya'll can just google and stuff pops up all th'time.  Just go back tuh th'book for information as needed so it don't look like yah plagiarized some random source on th'internet.  Ya'll get busted for that an' games over.  It's easy."  Karalie usually at least skimmed the chapters if she didn't plan on reading it all, because she needed to have a basic understanding of what was going on in order to sounds like it during papers, but Matt could go and figure that out on his own.

"But that's enough about school, right? We're relaxin' now." There was a playful air to her words as she drove on, getting close to their destination.  "Whatchu wanna talk about?"

[Matt Davis]

Matt smirked at Karalie’s threats. It caused a shift in his lips, hiking up the right side and melting his smile into a smirk. “My pretty little face, eh? Well thank you very much… I prefer handsome… But I’ll take ‘pretty’.” He leaned back into the seat and peered out the window for a moment. He watched as a couple of little black birds fluttered about and poked at a much scarier, larger bird in the air. There was probably some metaphor in that. His english teacher kept on talking about metaphors and how every friggin’ line in a book was supposed to be one, but he couldn’t see them. He just saw words. And here he just saw birds… but there was probably a metaphor. Like don’t let size... something. Or persistence could...overcome… He didn’t know, but it sure seemed like something he’d have to write a paper on if it was in a book.

As they continued to the light and Karalie chastised him some more Matt gave her his attention. A quick look to the side, playful as always, met with Karalie’s much more sincere look. He huffed out and gave in, pulling the seat belt around his chest. “Fine… You’re right. You seem alright, but other’s might not be payin’ attention… Once heard of a woman who was plowed on a bike a few months back.” He looked up to the red light and stared at it some more… Metaphor? No. Just a red light.

“Wikipedia?” He said with a bit of shock. “That aint much’a secret! Google it an’ wiki-it… That’s as mucha secret as sayin’ just read it! I tried that… I jus-... Bah! Maybe I need to go back. I thought wikipedia was kinda useless info too, but that may’a just been ‘cause I aint read the book none…” He shifted some in the chair and watched the green light come on before he turned his attention to a car ahead of them. “Maybe y’can help me with it sometime?”

“You’re right! That’s enough ‘bout school… Enough about school… So, how ‘bout we talk about track? How’s that goin’ for you? You said you were on the track team, right? Or were you jus’ jogging that day we ran into each other?”

[Karalie Heise]

"Pretty lil' baby face." She teased back, pouting playfully at him.  Matt did have a baby face, but he still was very much a baby.  She had nearly two years on him, and she had a hard time seeing him as all grown up.  He was sweet, though.  And he was pretty with that mess of blond hair and baby blue eyes.  He was certainly easy to look at.  

Finally he slipped the seat belt over his lap and she grinned triumphantly.  Of course she could have easily pulled over and refused to drive until he complied, but it was nice that it didn't come to that.  Safety first, always.  Last thing she needed on her conscience was being the driver of a vehicle he got harmed in.  At least if he was belted in she could breathe easier.  "Was she alright?" Karalie asked, though she got the feeling by the way Matt said it that she probably wasn't.  It didn't really matter, though.  The point was it wasn't the bikers fault.  Or maybe it was, she could have come out of nowhere.  "Bikers make me nervous, an' there's uh ton've them out there on campus.  Every cross walks jam packed with'em, an' kids are just dartin' across the street not payin' any attention.. unreal." She shook her head.  If kids got hit by cars near the school, she was going to bet money it was the kids fault, though she knew plenty of drivers who didn't slow down.  It was a wonder there weren't more casualties.


Karalie sighed.  "I can help yah.  Ya'll need tuh look. Check out gradesaver.com too.  That's uh good one.  Here, write that one down, it even analyzes it, but don'tchu go taking that stuff word for word or you'll get busted for sure." She pointed out.  Still, she would help him, though really it would be better if he just sat and read it.  Even when she read the passages she made a point to look things up afterwards, just in case she'd missed something important.  "But that's neither here nor there.  Track.  Technically school related." She pointed out, getting closer to their destination.  It wasn't far from the school.  "But whatever.  Yeah, I'm on th'track team.  Thinkin've joining? We could always use more ruuunnneerrss... an we could practice.  You'll need it." She ended with a tease because why not? It would be fun to have him on board.

[Matt Davis]

Baby Face?! Matt scoffed out and shifted in his seat. She wasn’t the first person to say he had a young face, but she may have been the cutest to do it. Which smarted some. He lifted his knee up and sat it against the glovebox door while looking out side. He was quick to get comfortable. He didn’t have a comeback for the baby face comment. He was normally pretty quick witted, but this time he had nothing.

“Hmm? Who? Oh, the girl on the bike? I don’t know… Just saw a messed up statue downtown and they said someone was hit by a car while on a bike. I’m guessin’ she aint too well. I mean...who’s okay after bein’ hit by a car.”

“I don’t know. Ridin’ a bike safely aint that hard or nothin’. I ride most everywhere I go these days an’ I don’t have an issue.” In all fairness, though, Matt’s definition of safe was a bit different compared to the northerners.

When she told him to write down ‘gradesavers’ Matt pulled out his phone and typed away a quick note. “I aint gonna plagerize or nothing. I don’t feel right taking someone else’s work I guess… But I also don’t think it makes sense to reinvent stuff thats already been made.” With a deep breath he looked back at her. Was he considering joining the track team? Maybe a little, but he didn’t put much thought into it. “I’m not sure… an’ I don’t think that counts as school. Sports don’t really count, they are so different, y’know.”

[Karalie Heise]

She frowned slightly as he spoke about the woman on the bike.  She supposed she wouldn't be okay after that.  Who would? Certainly not she.. it was sad.  More the reason to wear a seat belt though.  Not that a seat belt would help them if they were on a bike or anything, but safety and such.

"I hope yah wear uh helmet at least." She was starting to sound more like a parent, or at the least and overprotective sibling, and less like a friend.  She didn't want to see him get hurt, though.  She'd developed a soft spot for the younger boy it seemed.  He was cute and friendly, and reminded her of home.  The latter was a trait she relished up there in the Yankee state.  Nothing like a slive of home to make you feel, well, at home.

"Yer not reinventin' it.  Yer just.. provin' yah read the material.  Great works've literature an' such." She shrugged.  Homework had never been an issue for her.  She cared about her grades and her future.  She didn't like the whole dumb beauty queen thing, not that she'd done pageants recently or anything, but she had once upon a time.  Now of course she sort they were a little dumb, but that didn't mean she didn't remember them fondly.  She still carried herself as someone who participated because one day she thought maybe she'd be interested in trying it again.  Who knew.

"Well, yeah, but it's uh school activity." She shrugged pulling into the parking lot and sliding the car into a spot.  "Doesn' matter.  Ya'll should join!" She offered an encouraging smile as she pulled the keys from the car.  "Like, for next year.  Not that I'll even be here.. well, not at Hammel anyway.  I suppose I'll prob'ly still be in town."

[Matt Davis]

The right side of his lips hiked up a bit with the protective request. A hint of care, hmm? Worry that he might get hurt? It was sweet and he appreciated it, not that he ever wore a helmet. It messed with his hair, which was his most prized body part. It also made him feel hot and cramped. One of the best reasons he rode his bike was the sense of freedom and the feel of the wind rushing over his hair… but it was a sweet suggestion, and he wasn’t going to challenge her request, or affirm it. He’d just let that sentence float there for a bit.

“You’re probably right…” He gave in about the writing and reading assignments. “I just-... I hate’m, and I have a hard time reading it for so long, you know. It’s just boring and I have to keep going back and reading…. I’ll read a whole page, then realize I don’t remember notin’ I just read! So gotta go back, an’ it’s just tyrin’ and...awful. Just needta find a way to make readin’ it worthwhile or somethin’. Maybe… I dunno, I’ll think’a something.”

“A school activity… Yeah, but it aint school, it’s somethin’ else. I don’t think I’ll lump it in the same category.” When she mentioned that she wouldn’t be here next year his eyebrow shifted and he looked over the girl. “...Oh yeah, you’re a senior… well that sucks. Think mosta the people I’m meetin’ and that I like are gonna be gone here soon. Y’think you’re gonna stay around though?”

Matt unbuckled before they were fully parked and stepped out as soon as the engine shut off. He looked over the car to her, waiting for her to step out as well. “You already know whatchya wanna do, or where you plan on livin’?”