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if anyone wants to make a connection or storyline i’m all ears. 

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“GOOD Morning New York- this is your wake up call too everyone one of you early risers it is five fifteen in the morning-” Matthew reached over stumbling to turn off the loud and annoying alarm clock, he turned back around and held onto his pillow trying to fall back asleep, but hearing the alarm once again he sighed and sat up turning off the alarm, he looked to to his other side of the bed and raised an eyebrow “oh shit..” He got up and quickly put on his boxers realizing he wasn’t alone. Had he really forgotten his own cardinal rule? Had he really let someone spend the night at his place. He poked the girl and then raised an eyebrow, “Hey- uh.. hey..” he said poking her a bit and then walked away to go brush his teeth. walking back to the room he saw the girl waking up, “hey there- i uh i have class today.. but i’d like to see you again” he said as he put on his shirt and a pair of pants. 

It was a forty minute goodbye, and a shower till he was on the streets of New York headed over to Rockefeller Heights University, one block never seemed to bad, but a morning after with a pounding headache always made him regret his decision to live in the studios. He kept his eyes down avoiding any kind of sun or brightness- He took a deep breathe letting the smell of coffee hit him, he smiled widely. “Mmm” he looked up squinting his eyes a bit and made a beeline to the cafe, stepping into the dimmer lit room he was grateful, and didn’t mind too much the wait in line, he looked around seeing if he recognized anyone but so far there wasn’t a soul. It wasnt till he got to the front of line that he recognized someone, he smiled softly “Hey- i am glad one of us was on time” he teased seeing the girl from this morning he just chuckled a little and winked at her as he got his regular coffee one sugar and no cream. Free of charge of course, thats how most things where for him, at least if he had slept with someone thats how most things where, then again he always had his parents money. He just smiled as he left the building headed to campus. 

it was a better morning for him to start off with his coffee, he let out a sigh seeing his ‘classmates’ though most times he just went by without really talking to most of them, he hated mixing business with pleasure which was a big reason as to why he slept with tourists, or locals because none of them really could ever interrupt his perfect balance of school and life. He walked in the direction of the western part of campus for the biochemistry labs only to find a paper announcing that the labs would be put off a week due to protesters ruining the lab and stealing materials, Matthew rolled his eyes and just tossed his unfinished cup of coffee towards the trash can not even bothering to check to see if he had made it into the bin. “Well there goes my morning” he said with a bored voice. looking around campus he had no clue what to do, he only came when it was required for him to be in class or a lab..but a free day? surely art galleries weren’t open till at least one in the after noon.. oh to live a life of an artist. he just smiled a little at the thought, late days, and the nights being when all the business and fun happened, photography, paint, sketches… 

An idea came to mind, he had to stay around campus for at least an hour and a half why not sketch? surely there had to be someone on campus that he hadn’t sketched before.. even a tree possibly.. He pulled out his sketch book and walked towards the center of campus so he’d be able to try to find a new inspiration to sketch, making his way to the courtyard he sat down on a bench and just stared at the library and pulled out his sketching pencil- his pencil that was bitten on, and almost dull, perfect in his eyes, and hidden from his parents. Glancing between the sketch pad and the building so often he found his inspiration for the day.