Nick of Time
By Matt
(C) by Matt too

Standard disclaimer, he don't know them, they don't know him. Does not imply 
anything about them. 

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"Mom."

"MOM."

"MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"

"DAMMIT MOM! Quit sticking your tongue down dad's throat and listen to me!"

Tina Richardson reluctantly removed her mouth from her husband Kevin's, and
her brown hair swung around as she looked at her son, Matt. He looked like
his dad. Six foot two, seventeen, brown hair, and even the bushy eyebrows
and the deep singing voice.

"Yes, honey?" she said, smiling slightly.

"I'm going out rollerblading. We're supposed to meet Nick's...I
mean....Mister Carter's son tomorrow and I'd like to get him something to
welcome him." Matt said, anxious to get out on the road.

"Okay, son." Kevin said, eyes dancing as he looked at his son.

Matt took the opportunity to leave the house, closing the doors behind him.
Kevin looked at his wife.

"We're all alone now, you know." he said, whispering in her ear. "I know.
What say we make the best of it?" she replied.

Kevin grinned as he slipped his right arm around Tina and lead her upstairs,
turning out the light on his way up.

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Matt glided along the streets of San Francisco, kneepads securely in place
in case he fell. His backpack hung loosely on his back as he rounded another
curve. His blades clicked quietly past a fruit stand as he wheeled straight
into his favorite shop, The Warped Edge. So much cool stuff, so little time,
he thought to himself. He circled through the store looking for the perfect
gift for his new friend. Suddenly, his eyes fell on an object, which seemed
to have been placed there just for him.

"Oh cool! It looks like mine!" Matt exclaimed as he picked up the lava lamp
with purple goo floating in it. He'll love it, he thought to himself. He
bladed up to the counter and placed it, along with his money, down in front
of the cashier. The sale was made and Matt rolled out of the store with the
lamp safely in a padded bag.

Matt slowly glided back home, stopping to grab an apple from the fruit stand
he passed coming in. He flipped off his skates as he met the door to the
house, and quietly walked upstairs, trying not to disturb his mom and dad.
He entered his room, and sat down to rest in his chair.

Propping his feet up, he began thinking to himself.

......I wonder what he's like.........think he might be cute?........does he
sing like his dad......I wonder if he rollerblades......or will he like the
lamp.....

Slowly absorbed in his thoughts, Matt slowly drifted off to sleep.

Until tomorrow....

Matt