*Matt, realizing there was somebody at the door, walks over to it slowly, trying to figure out who was on the other side.*
Who is it?
*He looked at Trin with a sorrowful look as he let go of her to press his ear up against the door. There came no answer for a minute and then he looked up at Trin, who shugged innocently and he looked under the crack in the door. Immediately he knew exactly who it was.*
Only one person would wear sneakers that fugly.
*He smirks and opens the door without even looking in the doorframe to see who it is.*
Hi Skittle, what is everyone coming over to my house tonight?
I don't really think it's a good night to be here right now.
*He clears his throat and looks at Trin, then at Skittle, then at his room. For a moment he began to think.*
I've got Trin and Skit in my room and it's a pig sty...
*Cleaning off the bed a little and pulling out a chair from the desk over in the corner he sat on the bed and invited the two girls to sit down and chat, pointing at the door which Trin closed for him with a supportive, yet worried smile.*
What's going on?
*He trails his eyes down to his guitar and lightly kicks it under his bed uncased with his foot.*