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Post by mattlock on Dec 17, 2011 1:49:11 GMT -5
It was Christmas time. Winter was in Paris and it was snowing as the brown haired man sat on the sidewalk, his guitar perched on his lap. He strummed softly as the cold air hit him and he shivered slightly. The man's name was Mattlock. Albeit an awkward name for someone, he loved it. It made him unique. Another thing that made him awkward was that despite this cold, winter evening he was not wearing shoes. Or a coat. Or a hat, gloves, or scarf. All he had on was some torn jeans and a light long sleeved shirt. It seemed...bad for him. But, he didn't care. He came out to perform for people, not to stay warm. Smiling at a little girl as she walked by, he played a little tune for her and her parent's who stopped and stared at him, frowning.
After he was done, they put a few coins in the cup in front of him. “Thanks! Happy Holidays!” he called out happily. The family left and he sat there, continuing his small little Christmas songs on his guitar gently. Soon, he started singing along with his melodies. “Oh, the weather outside is frightful~ But the fire is so delightful~ Since we've no place to go~ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~” his voice rang out strongly, his guitar emitting sounds from it like it was suppose to. Another young child came up and looked at him. 'Why you have no shoes?' the child asked.
Smiling softly, he looked at the little boy. “Because I don't feel the cold. But do not try this. Because it can lead to something horrible if you do it.” he said. Mattlock was always protective of younger children. Even though he didn't really remember his family life.
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Post by hito on Dec 17, 2011 2:44:42 GMT -5
Luca strolled briskly down the street. He was used to this part of town, because he frequently walked to and from shops in the area. He had just bought a new hat, scarf, and gloves combo that he couldn't wait to put in their appropriate drawers at home. He had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step, and actually caught himself skipping a few times. He loved to dance, and as he gallivanted down the sidewalk, he sang Christmas songs and danced along with them, twirling and tapping all the while. As he merged from Silver Bells to Let It Snow, he noticed another voice, sweeter than his, like tinkling chimes joined in. His voice faded away, and he searched for the source, and didn't see it at first. He kept walking, following the sound, and heard a soft guitar too. He picked up his pace, following the siren's song, and rounded a corner. He froze in his tracks at what he saw.
A boy. A gorgeous boy, small and frail with brown locks and eggshell skin, sitting ankles-deep in the snow, his vulnerable little toes wiggling to the beat of his song. He grinned from ear to ear, though his cheeks and nose were red with the cold, and as the cold wind blew, Luca shivered. This poor boy must be some kind of urchin, playing his guitar for food money! He doesn't even have a scarf... He stood for a moment, entranced by the song the boy sang. He let him finish, and then he walked up to him. He smiled, giving a little wave. Suddenly his stomach was fluttering, nervousness springing out of nowhere and tickling him. The words he had planned to say vanished into the snowy air, gone without a trace. He stood, mouth ever so slightly agape, unable to remember how to form words. He blinked and broke the spell. He laughed, his cheeks flushing cherry red. "Hi." He fidgeted for a moment before laughing again. "Sorry. I don't know what's come over me. I guess your music just made me tongue-tied. You're very good." He smiled again and extended his hand. "I'm Lucien Green, but for God's sake call me Luca. Or Lucy," he added with a chuckle. "Now the important question. Where are your clothes? You'll catch your death." He went back to being concerned for the boy's health, frowning slightly at his scantily clad apparel.
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! mattie-bear <3
NOTES! outfit (no glasses)
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Post by mattlock on Dec 17, 2011 3:13:51 GMT -5
Mattlock continued swaying to his music and watched as a rather attractive man came up with blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. He could tell that the other man was taller than him and once his song was done, the blonde haired man opened his mouth to speak but fell silent, his mouth wide open. Mattie slowly tilted his head and looked at him. The man laughed and greeted, making Mattlock smile happily. “Hi!” he greeted back with enthusiasm and happiness. The man laughed again, making Matt tilt his head to the other side, his actions making him look rather puppyish. He listened as the guy apologized and complimented on his music, which made the brown haired fellow grin from ear to ear again. “It's okay. And thanks, means a lot!” he said.
As the blonde fellow, Lucien, introduced himself, Mattlock's ears zoned on only one of his nicknames. Lucy. Oh such a wonderful nickname. He smiled and took Lucy's hand in his bare, ungloved one and shook it gently. “Nice to meet you, my name is Mattlock Jones. Though people call me Matt, Mattie, Lock, Lockie, Locket, Cuppie, or Cupid. Since Cupid is my middle name.” he said, his voice showing a childlike hyperness to it. As Lucy spoke, once again the young man tilted his head a little. Where were his clothes? Wait....was he wearing any? His eyes went wide slightly, worried that maybe he had gotten high and had forgotten to put on clothes. Damn his addiction. “I...I am wearing clothes....aren't I? Am I in one of those really weird dreams again where I am naked?!” he exclaimed, looking down hurriedly to see if he actually was. Oh thank goodness, he was clothed. Blinking, he looked at the blue eyed man. “I am wearing clothes....” Mattie spoke, his voice showing clarification that he was indeed dressed.
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Post by hito on Dec 17, 2011 3:42:59 GMT -5
As he spoke, Luca couldn't help but grin. His voice was just as sweet and chime-like as it was before, as melodic as if he was singing again. It had a child-like quality that interested Luca and added to the immature, yet adorable, demeanor of the boy. His mannerisms-the way he tilted his head back and forth-were unique and cute. His smile stayed glued on while he introduced himself, picking his favorite of the many nicknames his mouthful of a name got for itself. Though the name was unique and interesting, it seemed too formal for this child-like boy. Then Luca watched as his big, beautiful, moss green eyes grew wide with fear. His question seemed so sincere, but surely he didn't really believe there was a possibility he wasn't wearing clothes, right? As he looked down at himself, pure relief washed over his face, and Luca realized that he really had thought Luca had accused him of not wearing clothes! He couldn't help but chuckle at his firm declaration that he was wearing clothes. Luca shook his head. "I think you misunderstood," he said, smiling. "I just want to know why you're not wearing a coat, or shoes at least! I could understand not wearing gloves with your guitar, but surely your feet must be frozen through!" He leaned down close to his face to peer at his bare feet. They were slightly grimy, with a definite blue hue in the tips of his toes. Luca looked up and found himself inches away from the boy's face. He flushed bright red and stood up again. "Um...yeah. They look...very cold." He coughed awkwardly and tried not to blush more.
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! mattie-bear <3
NOTES! He's so motherly. :3
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Post by mattlock on Dec 17, 2011 4:34:48 GMT -5
The young man stared into Lucy's eyes curiously as the blonde man chuckled. What was funny? Oh well, it didn't matter. Mattlock smiled happily, listening to the fellow. Apparently, he did misunderstand. He meant coat and shoes! Oh how silly of Mattlock to think he meant that the brown locked man was actually nude. Especially in this snow covered place. His feet frozen? Following the blonde's gaze, he looked at his toes and seen the blue hue to them. Blinking, he leaned back just slightly as Lucy looked at him, their faces inches from each other. The man stood up and Mattie saw the flush on his cheeks. Smiling softly, Mattlock took one of his cold hands and touched Lucy's face softly. “You're the one that looks cold with that blush on your cheeks.” he said with a gentle and childish laugh.
Going back to what he said, looking down at his poor blue toes. He looked back into Lucy's eyes gently. “My toes are not cold, deary. I'm not cold either.” he said softly. His heart pounded slightly and he felt a tight knot in his stomach. What was this feeling? It was rather odd. He had never witnessed this before. Looking down at the cup, he smiled. He had enough now. He had more than enough. Looking back up at his companion gently. “Would you like to join me for a stroll? I have to drop something off somewhere. Please...join me.” he asked, wanting Lucy to come with him.
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Post by hito on Dec 17, 2011 5:01:38 GMT -5
As the boy smiled, the worried look was lifted from Lucy's face. He didn't look cold. He looked positively jolly! He inspected his feet as well, then looked up at Luca. Suddenly his whole demeanor was changed. Instead of child-like, he was more serious. His eyes were deep and rich, a tease dancing in their depths as he stood up. He raised a hand and placed it on Luca's cheek. He was stuck instantly by the icy chill, and it rose goosebumps over his whole being. Though he shivered, his face and neck turned a deeper shade of red. He reached instinctively and took the freezing hand from his cheek and held it between his fleece-gloved hands. There was a moment that their eyes stayed upon each other that seemed to stretch on for hours. Mattie broke it briefly, looking back down at his toes. But then he looked back up, seizing Luca in his serious gaze once more, and smiled softly. He told him not to worry, that he wasn't cold. Luca opened his mouth to oppose him, but the boy looked down again. Luca let his hands fall then, looking at his stylish shoes. When the boy looked back up at Luca, he tried to avoid his gaze. But it was no use. The boy's evergreen eyes drew his own like magnets. He looked back up as he asked him to accompany him. Luca checked his watch. It was getting late, and he had to be home in time to do his homework. He was about to deny his offer, but the boy spoke again. His puppy dog eyes beckoned him as his lips formed the words Please...join me.
And suddenly, Luca didn't care about homework.
He smiled gently, shrugging. "Sure. Why not? I have nowhere better to be." He grinned, gathering up the boy's things for him, intending to help carry them. Who says chivalry is dead??
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! mattie-bear <3
NOTES! D'aww...chivalry <3
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Post by mattlock on Dec 18, 2011 3:06:12 GMT -5
Mattlock blushed as his hand was now encased in the warm grip of Lucy's gloved hands. He had never had anyone hold his hand before. It felt...nice. Something he wanted to feel over and over again. He watched as the other man looked at his watch and Mattie tilted his head a little. A smile formed on the green eyed male as he started helping Lucien gather up his things, putting his guitar around his neck and sliding it around to his back. The bare-footed man picked up the cup and took Luca's hand in his gently. “Come on, it's close.” he said, starting to pull the blonde gently with him. With each step, his bare feet crunched the snow. It was true, he didn't feel the coldness that was touching his toes, his small little piggies turning even more blue.
They got to a dark part of the beautiful place called Paris, but before they did, he turned into a store and bought bread, meat, and a large container of water along with some cups. The older woman obviously knew Mattlock and she spoke to him. “Hello there, sweetheart. How are you today? Going to do your normal evening routine, Locket?” she said. Mattlock smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I am Granny! Oh this is my friend Lucy!” he said, introducing Lucien to the older woman. She chuckled and nodded, ringing in the price. The green eyed boy paid and took the bags in his hand. “Have a good day Mattie. And Lucy, please make sure he gets home safely today.”
[/i] And with that, he took Lucy's hand and they were on their way again. There was hardly anyone around there. It was a torn down part of Paris and there were people on the streets. He stopped at a small building. Looking at Lucy, he whispered slightly. “In there.”He lead Lucy into the building only for the brown haired boy to pretty much be tackled by children. They were all exclaiming happily and greeting him with 'Uncle Mattie' and 'Music Man'. Mattlock laughed and hugged each of them. “Are you all treating Ms. Mulligan right? Not giving her a hard time are you?” he asked. They all giggled as an elderly woman came up and smiled at Mattlock and Luca. “Nice of you to come Mattlock....who is this?” she asked. Mattie just smiled and wrapped his arm around Lucy gently. “This is my close friend Lucy, Mrs. Mulligan. He is awesome!”Though, there was a small coughing noise from another room and Mattlock frowned. Soon his voice got serious. “How....how is Kinsey today? Can we see her?” the young man whispered softly. The old woman sighed, obviously not a good sign. But, she nodded and again, Mattlock took Lucy's hand. He lead Lucy to a small room in the back where a small, petite red haired child laid. Letting go of the blonde man's hand, he walked over and sat down on the bed. “Hi Kinsey, how are you feeling?” he asked the little girl. Her voice was rough, but she replied with that she was all right. She then looked over and her piercing blue eyes looked at Lucy. “That's Lucy. He's my friend.” he told her. The little girl smiled softly and sat up a little, crawling over into Mattlock's lap and cuddling up to him. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her kindly and smiled. His eyes then met with Lucy's and motioned for him to sit next to them. “Kinsey wants to be a beautiful princess for Christmas.” he said, petting the young child's long red locks gently. She had fallen asleep quickly and Mattlock knew now would be a good time to tell Lucy what was wrong with her. “Kinsey is suffering from a really really bad illness. No one knows what it is because Ms. Mulligan doesn't have enough money to take her to a doctor. This is why I was out on the street corner tonight and every night. I'm saving up money to save her.”[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] tag: lucy
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Post by hito on Dec 18, 2011 3:37:32 GMT -5
Mattie gathered up his belongings, and then took Luca's hand, causing a warm rose tint to flush his cheeks softly. He pulled him along, deeper into the ghetto part of Paris. Luca had never been this deep in the worse neighborhood before, and he walked closer to the confident boy leading him. They ducked into a shop, where Mattie bought a few simple groceries. It seemed odd that he would drag Luca along just for grocery shopping. And then he bought the items, and the woman behind the counter seemed to know him. Maybe he lived nearby? Were they going to his place? The thought brought a sudden blush to his face, and he looked away from the attractive boy. Luca was rapidly introduced by his "fabulous" nickname, and he smiled at the woman, giving a little wave silently. They were leaving, and the woman asked Luca to make sure Mattie got home safe. He nodded again, looking at Mattie. "I'll try and make sure he doesn't freeze before he gets there, ma'am." He smiled at her once more as they left.
After a bit more walking, he found himself in front of a small, beat-up building. They went in, and faster than a flurry of startled birds, children ran up and hugged Mattie from every side, ripping the two boys apart. Luca stared, mildly shocked at the small people that seemed to appear out of the woodwork as Mattie greeted them all. An older woman came up to them-much slower than the fireball children-and Luca returned her smile politely. Mattie introduced him by his nickname again, and Luca couldn't help but blush just slightly. He smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgement of his introduction. But then, there came a small noise from a nearby room. It sounded like a bad cough. Suddenly, there was no more laughter, no more smiling. Luca picked up on the change in atmosphere instantly, and grew serious as well. Mattie asked about a girl, and the old woman ushered them into the neighboring room. There, laying dwarfed by the bed, was a small and frail little girl, pale as a sheet of paper, and the spitting image of death. Mattie sat on the bed next to her, and they had a short reunion. The sight nearly brought Luca to tears. Then the girl turned her clear blue eyes - her eyes that saw through to his very soul - on Luca, and he froze. He was entranced by her gaze, and it was only when Mattie introduced him that he had the ability to smile at her. He let out a pitiful "Hi." as she crawled into the boy's lap. Luca watched the scene, his eyes slightly moist, until Mattie called him over silently. He wiped his eyes quickly and sat down gently next to them. He smiled at Mattie's comment, and then grew grave again. They couldn't find out what was wrong with her because they couldn't afford a doctor. Luca stared at the small angelic face, and he instinctively bushed her cheek softly with his fingers and smoothed her long hair. Then he looked up at Mattie.
"You sit outside in the blistering cold day in and day out, collecting change, hoping to afford a doctor's visit for this little girl?" Luca was moved, truly moved by Mattie's big heart. He shook his head, disbelieving. "That's...incredible." He looked up into the moss green eyes that had had him from hello, and smiled softly. "You're the kindest person I know."
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NOTES! The tears...they flow!
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Post by mattlock on Dec 19, 2011 2:15:44 GMT -5
Mattlock looked over to Lucy, still holding the little girl in his armed and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I do. I care a lot about her. She is like....my little sister.” he said as he continued to pet her red hair gently. Kinsey was everything to Mattie. She was his first friend when he moved to Paris. Of course, she wasn't as sick as she was was now when they first met. In fact, she was very active and playful running around. His eyes teared up slightly, thinking about how she was so lively a few months back and now she had degraded to a sickly child. Lucy continued talking, which made Mattlock look up from her small, pale hands and into the blonde's eyes. What reflected from his mossy green ones was sadness and worry. Lucy could probably see the tears that had formed in his eyes.
“Thanks....your sweet to think of me as such...” he said, not really thinking of what was coming out of his pinkish lips. He blushed gently and moved a little, laying the small child back down and covering her up. He then reached into the backpack he had with him, thanks to Lucy for grabbing it, and pulled out a brand new teddy bear with a little red bow. “Red is her favorite color. I found this really pretty red dress....and black shoes that were just her size in one of the shops. The dress is all poofy....and she wants to be a princess so bad. I will grant her that wish. I have enough now. I am planning on picking it up after school. I hope they still have it.” he whispered.
His moss green eyes stared at the little girl and his lips gently pressed against her forehead. “Sweet dreams, Kinsey. Continue fighting for a while longer....I promise I will get you to a doctor. I just need more time.” he said, forgetting that Lucy was in the room. It was something he told her every night after she went to sleep in his arms. And she had stayed alive for this long, but he felt as if her days were starting to narrow down on her. He would get that money. Even if he got pneumonia while doing it.
He then looked at Lucy, who still had small tear on his face. The young musician tilted his head and reach over, running his finger against the blonde man's face gently and frowned. “You had a tear on your face....were you crying? Please don't cry.” he said, then slowly wrapping his arms around Lucy and hugging him gently. “Kinsey wouldn't like seeing you crying over her. And I don't like singing you cry at all...it makes me sad. Please don't cry.” his voice whispered gently, his childish ways showing through even though he was still serious as before.
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Post by hito on Dec 19, 2011 2:32:57 GMT -5
Lucy held the bag aloft while the boy fished inside it. He pulled out a brand new teddy bear and gave it to the sleeping child. He spoke of a poofy red dress that he wanted to buy for her after school that day, and Luca got a little confused. If he was saving every penny to get the child a doctor's visit, why was he spending it on material things? He didn't have time to dwell on it, however, because as soon as Mattie looked at him again, his attention snapped back to the beautiful boy. His eyes looked at him worriedly, and Luca was briefly confused. Then Mattie wiped away a stray tear from Luca's cheek. He realized that he'd been moved when Mattie spoke to the girl about getting better, and a tear must have stayed, instead of evaporating. He smiled as the boy wiped it, but then he wrapped his arms around him. Luca's eyes grew wide in surprise, but the more Mattie mumbled about not crying, the less surprised he grew. He relaxed and put his own arms around the boy clinging to his waist. He put a hand on the back of his brown haired head and hummed softly. "I'm not going to cry anymore. It's all right." He hummed a quick little tune and stroked the soft brown hair. Then he realized what he was doing. He barely knew this boy! He'd just met him, not twenty minutes ago, and he was acting like he'd known him for years! He didn't stop humming or petting him, though. It was comfortable, and he found that, upon trying to stop, he couldn't. So he just kept humming and petting, humming and petting...
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TAGS! mattie-bear <3
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Post by mattlock on Dec 19, 2011 3:04:10 GMT -5
Mattlock felt himself relax as the other male wrapped his arms around his waist. He felt a hand come up and start petting his hair much like Mattie was doing to Kinsey moments before. 'So this is what Kinsey feels when I pet her hair.....it feels so nice...' he thought, bringing himself closer to the blonde man and nuzzling his face gently into Lucy's neck. He was a cuddly and lovey person, but he was always thought as weird when he tried to cuddle with one of his friends. Especially since his friends, who were also his roommates in his apartment, weren't the cuddly type. No, those friends brought out the bad side of him. The only one he had to cuddle with was Kinsey, but even then he felt lonely when he went home and to his room.
He would never let Lucy come to his house. He was sure of that. Mattie didn't want him to see that side of him. Not yet at least. He continued to cuddle against Lucy gently until he heard someone clear their throat and made him move slightly. Mrs. Mulligan had her eyebrow raised slight, but she was smiling. Mattlock smiled as well as she spoke in a whisper. “Mattlock, you are always such a cuddle bug. Like a small little puppy or kitten. But anyway, since Kinsey is asleep you can go home now and see her tomorrow before school. You can bring Lucy along as well.” she said.
Mattlock nodded. “I don't want to go home though...roommates are....partying...” he said, looking away from the older woman and Lucy. His arms never left the blonde man, he was still hugging him as he spoke, loving the feel of the embrace and never wanting to move out of it.
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Post by hito on Dec 19, 2011 3:32:14 GMT -5
Luca felt the smaller boy nuzzle further into him, and a warm rush of heat flooded his cheeks. He smiled softly as the movement wafted Mattie's sweet smell up to his nose. He kept petting, the movement lulling him into a sleep-like state, until he heard someone enter the room. He looked up to see the woman from before, her eyebrow raised and a teasing smile on her lips. He blushed deep burgundy and stopped humming and petting. Since Mattie didn't release his waist, he just let his arms fall back around the other boy's waist as well. The woman said it was time for them to leave, and Luca's muscles tensed in an effort to stand. But Mattie wasn't moving. He relaxed again and looked at the boy. His face had fallen, and Luca attributed it to not wanting to leave Kinsey. But then he spoke of his roommates, looking away. He must not want to go home because he didn't want to deal with the party. "Why don't you come back to my flat?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. What was he doing? This boy could very well be insane, and he was inviting him back to his apartment! But as he looked at Mattie, he knew there was nothing else to do. He wasn't going to let him stay out in the cold and freeze, and if he didn't want to party with his roommates, he wasn't going to make him go home either. Luca didn't have a roommate, so there was nothing to worry about.
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NOTES! scandalous!
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Post by mattlock on Dec 20, 2011 2:15:13 GMT -5
Mattlock looked at Lucy and tilted his head. Was he inviting him over? With a smile and a nod, he agreed. “I would love to. But...I wouldn't want to impose any...” he said, slowly unwrapping his arms away from Lucy. However, it was a movement he didn't want to do. Mattie wanted to stay in that position forever. Maybe once they got back to the blonde man's flat they could cuddle some more. Yeah, Mattlock definitely liked the sound of that. He then looked into the other males eyes and smiled. “I'm...ready if you are Lucy.” he said, taking the males hand gently. The older woman was still smirking, as if she knew the gesture all too well. Of course, to Mattlock the cuddling and the hand holding was just friendly gestures. Mrs. Mulligan knew that the man didn't know about love or anything like that. In fact, the brown haired musician was rather dense when it came to flirting with someone.
That is, if he isn't drunk or high. Now that was a completely other story. Normally when Mattie became intoxicated or under the influence, his whole personality changed for everyone except Kinsey. She was different to him, and very special to him. But, he was a complete arrogant asshole who loved sex. It was the Anti-Mattlock that everyone seen when he was doing drugs or drinking. That's why he always tried his best to stay away from his roommates or the man who scared him most. Mattlock could never remembered his name, but he knew that there was a strong dislike for a certain person.
Coming back to his conscious thoughts, he looked at Lucy again and gave his most sweetest smile.
He was definitely falling for Lucy and Mrs. Mulligan saw it, even if he was too dense to realize it.
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Post by hito on Dec 21, 2011 0:44:00 GMT -5
Lucy wasn't regretting his decision...yet. He watched the guilty look cross over Mattie's face, and he shook his head. "You wouldn't be imposing at all." He smiled sweetly. When Mattie let go of him, though, his heart fell. He obligingly let go, but he didn't want to. And, if he was reading the boy right, Mattie didn't want to either. They stood up, and Mattie took his hand. Lucy nodded and returned his sweet smile. "Yeah, I'm ready." He took one last look at the sleeping child. She looked bad. She looked really bad. He wondered if Mattie would get enough money to save her in time. He thought about offering to contribute, but this seemed like something Mattie wanted to do on his own. Maybe he would bring it up later. He didn't have much money anyway. It all went to rent and tuition and the occasional pair of shoes, or his new scarf and gloves.
His scarf! Lucy looked in the bag at the red scarf he'd just bought, and then at the little girl. It couldn't be that warm in this place. He let go of Mattie's hand and put the bag on the floor. Then he reached in and grabbed the scarf. He folded it neatly and put it over the end of the bed, just in case she needed it. Then he returned to Mattie with a smile, took his hand, and headed for the door. He smiled at the old woman, and nodded at her. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Mulligan."
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STATUS! complete
TAGS! mattie-bear <3
NOTES! d'awww
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Post by mattlock on Dec 30, 2011 15:39:00 GMT -5
Mattlock smiled happily as Lucy told him he wouldn't be imposing. This was good. The one thing that Mattie didn't want to do is impose on the fellow he had just recently met. The brunette looked at the other male with what he believed was friendly. But Mrs. Mulligan could see it differently. She knew he was looking at Lucy with love and affection. Matt heard a chuckle and he looked over at the older woman, blushing softly and smiling. It was then that Lucy let go of his hand and it made the male look to see what the other was doing. The blonde male brought out a scarf. A red scarf. The green eyed male watched as Lucy moved and placed it on Kinsey's bed. This made Mattlock smile even more.
The musician looked at Lucy as he came back over and took his hand. Grinning, he squeezed the blonde's hand gently. It was as if he was saying thank you. He then looked at Mrs. Mulligan as the blue eyed male spoke to her. His voice was something that Mattie loved. They walked over to the door and Mrs. Mulligan continued to smile as if she knew something was up. Mattie was rather confused, but he smiled back and nodded to the old woman. “I will come by again tomorrow after I do my routine. I will get that money, Mrs. Mulligan. I promise.” he said. The woman nodded and smiled as the two walked out of the broken down house.
He looked at Lucy and smiled. “Now you know what I do all day after classes and on the weekend.”
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