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Amy is wondering wtf (amboot) wrote in buggerallrpg,
@ 2010-05-12 15:10:00

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amy boot, matthew kirke

WHO: Amy Boot and Matt Kirke
WHAT: Amy is visiting Matt at home
WHERE: The Kirke Resident
WHEN: Tuesday, June 12th.
RATING: TBA, both have potty mouths.
STATUS: Incomplete/closed.

Amy had never hung out with Matt outside of school. She actually had never hung out with Matt outside of the Gryffindor common room. They had struck up a friendship two months ago, and this was a big step in a weird way. She was a little private when it came to her homelife. People rarely came over, and she never introduced friends to her parents. Her mother meddled, her father awkwardly ducking out of the room.

Matt was cool though, and she figured that he didn't mind having people over. She pushed her lopsided fringe out of her eyes, hers flowing to the left, and Mona's flowing to the right. One of the differences between them, and their appearance. It was a nerve wracking thing meeting friends' parents. Oliver was much better at this sort of thing, but he was one of those typically good kids. She was not. She was the one that made off colour jokes, and ended up sharing something random and inappropriate.

She pressed the door bell with a red fingernailed finger, and stood back, waiting for someone to appear. Praying it was Matt or Teeny.

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mlkirke
2010-05-13 01:45 am UTC (link)

Matt was one of those people who just wanted to hang out and have fun, especially during the summer when there were no rules and restrictions against it. He made it difficult to avoid him during the holidays, since he tended to bully his friends into coming over. It wasn't that he didn't want to see their places, too - his numerous conversations with Liam about Ireland were proof of that - but he just felt his bedroom was superior. And he was right, regardless of whatever the other person's bedroom looked like. Nobody could beat two beds, a sofa, a big-screen television, and a bit of room to roll around the floor. His parents tended to stay out of his business when he was in his room, too, which was just that much better for him and whatever he was doing.

Fortunately, they weren't even home at that point in time. Neither was his sister, having gone to Germany with one of his best friends in the entire world. Matt was alone in the house and a girl was coming over. Bad signs for everyone involved, and for those who didn't even know they were involved. Maybe the house would be a complete mess, and maybe he wouldn't have any clothes on. Those were the risks taken with Matthew Kirke, a girl, and absolutely no one else around. It wasn't as though Squirtle could say anything about it, after all.

That was why, when the doorbell rang, he knew it had to be Amy. Unless it was some Muggle door-to-door salesperson, there was no one else to be expected. Putting Squirtle back in his tank, Matt ran over to answer the door, pulling it open with a smile once he saw the familiar dyed ginger on the other side. "You're really in for it today," he said, standing aside and letting her walk in before flinging the door shut behind her. "I brought my gun down, and I got paint balls yesterday with my Dad." And then, as if it was the best part of the whole thing, he added with a grin, "They're multi-colored on the inside and black on the outside. It's a surprise."

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amboot
2010-05-13 01:57 am UTC (link)

"You're really in for it today."

Those words echoed in her mind, and she wondered what kind of trouble was in store for her. Not that she minded, Matt was trouble, but the best kind of trouble. The kind she would pull with Mona, and then gently swift the blame back to her unsuspecting sister. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch up into a smile and she knew she would be agreeing to anything Matt proposed.

"Before you get us charged with a class A felony and I end up someone named Big Mama's bitch, I brought you something from the muggle world." She reached into her bag and pulled out an Aero bar. "These will fizz when you eat them, my da gave me a whole stack when I got off the train." She always ended up sharing her weird muggle food with those she considered a friend, and Matt was a friend.

"Give me the grand tour of your house, I want to see your mythical room rather." She slipped off her bright blue jacket and her mustard yellow handbag and dropped them on a nearby chair. Matt's house was nice, it was like a house, and she expected it to be much different for some reason. She didn't know what exactly, but something totally different. She wondered if he had a telly. Or what muggle things he had. It would be nice to have someone have one foot in the muggle world, and one foot in the wizarding world like she did.

"And I can't wait to hold your gun, as weird as that sounds, I've never seen a paintball gun before." She told him, smiling despite of herself. The Boots weren't big paintballers. At least not that she knew of, her da could be a closet paintballer. Anything was possible honestly.