"So I've been thinking." Matt burst out as he entered my room without so much as a knock.
"Always a scary thing." I told him as I sat up.
"Very funny." He rolled his eyes at me. "But seriously. I have an idea."
"What's that?" I asked him, moving over so I could make room for him on my twin bed. He made himself right at home, lifting my legs out of his way and plopping them right back over his lap so we sat perpendicular to each other.
Matt had such as ease in him, from the way he walked, the way he talked, right down to the way he pulled his backpack onto his shoulder in the hallway. Effortlessly cool, as Josh liked to say.
"Well." He started, but then stopped and stared at me for a good thirty seconds without saying a word.
"What?" I asked, feeling self conscious under his watchful
