Feline Companion {Private}

[Nicolette]

Matt jumped a little as Sven broke the silence and his pen fell on the floor. He leaned forward, trying to reach for the fallen item, and fell off the couch with a thud.

"Ow..."

He picked himself up off the floor and pushed his glasses (which had nearly fallen off) back up into place. He picked up the pen and plopped back down on the couch. He really needed to stop being so paranoid... He was going to go absolutely insane!

"Ah... Journalism.... Yeah, I like it. The deadline is something I'm sort of spazzing over, but it shouldn't be too hard to get done by then..." After all the other homework he had to finish, though he didn't add that part.

[Faye]

While awaiting Matthew's reply, Sven turned back to the screen of his laptop and typed in a few keywords on his internet search bar. He scrolled down using the right hand side of the touch pad and glanced at the site links that came up, some of them looked promising. But his attention was torn from the screen and immediately back at Matthew as he heard a loud thud coming from where he was seated.

He fell off?

Looked painful...

"Are you alright?" He asked, ignoring his answer to the question and Sven was now sitting beside Matthew who had just gotten up from the fall onto the ground. "You seem really... off and shaky.." Concern laced his voice and his expression.

[Nicolette]

Matt laughed nervously and gave the male a forced grin, shutting his eyes as he did so. "What are you talking about? I'm fine."

He opened his eyes again and looked back down at his flash cards. He grimaced when he noted the horrible hand writing and sighed as he moved his stuff off his lap. He went to his bedroom and retrieved the stack of index cards, figuring he might as well take the whole stack just in case. He returned to the living room once more and plopped down on the couch, trying not to look at Sven.

The older male's concerned expression tore a bit at his chest.

[Faye]

Sven's shoulders sank a bit and he felt a little hurt that Matthew wasn't willing to talk about what was wrong. He knew they didn't talk much and had only just started to form a better relationship between one another since before they barely said anything to each other once Matthew had moved in. But now... They were talking... And Sven felt a slight pull of protective and worry for Matthew. Something he hadn't felt before. Ever.

"Okay," He replied, sounding semi distant and rose up from the couch to make his way back to the wooden chair he had been seated at before. He sunk a little into the cushion that was placed on the chair to provide comfort while sitting on it. He resumed his homework.

[Nicolette]

Silence hung heavy in the room while the two worked on their homework. Matt eventually finished his flash cards and thought for a long while. He could escape to his room to finish his paper and not have to worry about anything... But he would feel bad for just leaving Sven alone... He was torn.

Finally, he rose and retreated to his room, returning moments later with his history book. He might as well study for his test. He sat back down on the couch and pushed his glasses up. He opened the book and found the proper chapter to begin studying.

[Faye]

With the heavy silence weighing over them, Sven found it difficult to concentrate. He had to fix this little mishap somehow... And it seemed to all start from when he noticed Matthew's eye colour, but he was sure he was just seeing things. He wouldn't wear contacts, would he? Even if he did, he wasn't going to ask why, most people wore them to just.. like, be cool.

Sighing, Sven rose from his chair and closed his laptop, it wouldn't go into standby more, but just sit there, loading his internet pages and refreshing them every now and then until he reopened it to start using it again. "I'm going to get dinner," He said. His tone of voice was cold and definitely distant, he wasn't sure what else do to.

He only knew that he needed air...

[Nicolette]

Matt made a noise to acknowledge that he had heard the upperclassman. Green eyes gazed through thick lenses to pretend to read the text in the book, waiting for the moment that he heard the door click shut to tell him that the other male had left... And when that happened, he would gingerly close the book on his lap and set it on the coffee table, where his other things sat. He would then slip his glasses off and set them on the coffee table as well before he would bring his knees to his chest and bury his face in his knees.

Hot tears slipped down his cheeks and he felt the pain wrench at his chest. He couldn't let people get close... There was a reason he was no longer who he used to be; something happened back in Germany... His identity was crucial and it had to be kept locked up in a little box until his memories returned.

Wiping his eyes and picking up his glasses, he rose and walked to the window again, picking up the forgotten cigarette box and lighter, lighting up another cigarette and smoking it. He went through two more cigarettes before disposing of them. He gathered his things from the coffee table and escaped to his room, leaving no trace of his existance in the living room other than the forgotten, empty coffee cup.

With the door carefully locked, he walked to the mirror of his bedroom and slipped the t-shirt off his body. He stared at the tank top that clung tightly to his chest before he worked on releasing the velcro (which was incredibly strong it took quite a bit of effort to release). Once the material was off, he stared at himself for a long time in the mirror, staring at what pieces he had left of his past.

Katherine would remember...

It was a long time before the tanktop was placed securely around his torso and his shirt placed back on. He took a seat at his desk and turned on the desktop computer, waiting for it to boot up before opening the proper file. His fingers danced across the keyboard as he was lost to the world outside his room.

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