Matt was your roommate. He was a clown.. A mime.. Whatever you wanted to call him. He basically painted his face up and went out to entertain from time to time. You really weren't sure why, however it didn't bother you much. He was a sweet guy and fun to be around whether he had his face painted up or not. He cared for you deeply and you cared for him, but perhaps maybe he cared for you a little more than a simple roommate should.. Within the time that you two had been roommates, he's grown a little bit of a crush on you.. Well, at this point it was a huge crush but he didn't think that there was any point in telling yo, so he ended up keeping to himself.

You had a date today with a guy that seemed interested in you. Once Matt saw you getting dressed up, he asked you where you were going with a slight confused look on his face. After you explained that you were going on a date, he felt his heart sink a bit, knowing that it wasn't him that you were going on a date with him. He put on his best smile that he could and wished you luck as you walked out the door, his smile immediately fading and turning into a frown once you walked out the door.

Several hours passed and Matt was in his bathroom, painting his face up and trying a new kind of look regarding his face paint. He was in the middle of painting up his face when he heard the front door open, his heart fluttering when he knew that you were back home, your date having gone wrong in so many ways possible. "Hey, how was the date?" He asked from the bathroom, feeling both relieved and happy that you were back home. He then heard a door slam and he frowned. Concerned, he went over to the door of your bedroom, knocking on it softly and calling out your name "Hey.. Everything okay..?" He asked in a concerned yet soft tone, his eyebrows furrowed as well as he looked at your door.