Who: Matthew Kane and Ed McMillan. What: Matt being his usual crude self but managing to beat some sense into the Ed's head. Where: Matt's dorm in Atlanta. When: The early morning hours of Sept 29, 2005. Rating: PG-13 for language. Open or Closed: Closed.
Never, ever stay the night with your conquests. That was Matthew Kane's policy and, so far, it was working rather well for him. Waking up with a girl was much more intimate than going to bed with one and some of them seemed to get a little attached if you were there when the sun came up. Occasionally, Matt had such a good night that he passed out but, usually, his internal alarm clock woke him up in plenty of time to slip out and avoid that whole cuddle thing women were so fond of.
This morning was no exception. Matt had woken up between the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen and, after giving them both lingering kisses, he'd slipped out the bed unscathed.
On his way home, he'd stopped to pick up a rather large box of donuts and a gallon of milk. If his best friend had half the night that he had, they'd both be in need the nutrition. Not that donuts were remotely nutritional. They would, at the very least, fill a sex starved stomach.
Not sure if Ed's companion would've left, yet, Matt was extra quiet as he slipped into his dorm room.
...
Not that he needed to be. Rather than finding his best friend tangled in the naked limbs of a cheerleader named Christina, he found him sitting on the sofa. Just sitting there. He wasn't watching television. He wasn't playing the video games. He wasn't even reading a freaking book. Ed was just sitting there with his sad little cell phone... the one that Matt was about ready to throw out of a window.
"What are you doing?" he questioned as he entered the room and dropped the milk and donuts on the opposite end of the sofa. "Where's Christina?"
The last time Matt had checked in on his best friend, he'd been getting mighty friendly with one of the rally girls... he couldn't help being a little confused.