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Playing favourites (Mutt x pancakes)

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EuroMutt

Super-Earth
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Mar 5, 2009
The bell finally rang. There wasn't very many students in Hutchinson's Advanced Chemistry, but like any highschooler, they all pulled up their packs and charged the door. One certain student raised his arm up to sniff the wrist of his black Nike hoodie. He liked Hutch, the man was a pyro and had a sense of humor. However today's show of humor involved waving a flask of some unknown metal and acid around until the entire room smelled of rotten eggs, causing several students to gag at the horrible scent. The student did not gag at smelling the sleeve, and hoped he wasn't used to the smell, or that it had dissipated from his clothes, and instead soaked into his messy sandy-blond hair. He shook his head, his hair flying and hopefully getting any trace of the hydrogen sulfide out. One of the drawbacks of having long hair. Long for a guy, at least. He just couldn't stand having short hair. Some times to the point of passing over getting a haircut until his hair was to his shoulders and bangs could nearly touch his chin.
Matthew walked briskly along the corridor, brushing aside anyone, be they alone or in a group, that got in his way. Some people he just didn't like and their reaction to it was rather amusing. Other times he was genuinely in a hurry and they were impeding his progress. Either way, a good bit of what he did or said was just to get a reaction out of someone for his own amusement. It was finally the class of the last dragging-on day of the dragging-on week before a vacation. A huff from another shoved hypersocialite and Matt was home free to class.
 
As the bell rang Ms.White watched as her students pushed and shoved to get out of the door. She had given up long ago on getting them to leave peacefully, say in a single line. Kindergardeners could do it so she didn't understand why they couldn't. She stood and quickly erased the chalkboard before the next round of students could come in. She readjusted her black skirt and smoothed her maroon blouse while looking in the small mirror she had in her desk. It was something she did before every class. She wanted to make sure she always looked her best.

As she closed the desk drawer she saw Mathew push someone out from infront of him and then enter her class room. She just shook her head knowing it was useless. Mathew really was bright and book smart too, but when it came to him getting where he was going, he couldn't get there fast enough. "Someone was using Hydrogen Sulfide in Chemistry today I smell" The smell didn't bother her, but she knew the other kids might be raising a fuss.
 
Matthew walked into the room, having long since over the shock of the teacher always looking nice, but stopped dead in his tracks at her pointing out the smell. He chuckled nervously. "Hutch is at it again!" Taking his seat, he turned his head to say, "I preferred when he shot concentrated banana and rum esters into the corridor... Everyone who didn't know what was going on said 'it smells like bananas!' instead of 'it smells like crap!'." Shaking his head, Matthew tossed his bookbag off his back, setting it next to his desk, and sat down. Leaning over the side, he took out his textbook and a pen.
 
She only smiled at Matthew and then she started to write some example sentences on the board. She taught highschool English and ever since the beginning of the week she had been teaching her students how to diagram sentences. They all hated it, but everyday she would make the sentences slightl longer and harder as she added new rules and concepts. As the rest of her last class filed in she began class.
 
Matthew scowled lightly. Lovely, another day of sentence diagrams. With a quiet sigh, he also retrieved his notebook out of his bag and half-assedly started to complete the examples. Even though the bell had not rung to signify the start of class, he'd prefer to just get it done with. A usual occurrence during his several semesters with Ms. White. She was certainly on the list of his favorite teachers, right up there with Hutchinson.
 
Throughout her class she tought her students how to diagram gerands, and then answered a slew of questions. She would show more and more examples on the board and then go around to each stuent who needed help. Before she knew it there was only 2 minutes left of the class. "Your assignment is page 253 numbers 1-10. Have as many of them done as you can before class tomorrow. If you get stuck on one come and see me anytime through the day or at the beginning of class tomorrow." As the bell rang and students started filing out of the room she called Matthew to her desk. "I know you've been waiting all day to get out of here, but would you mind staying after and helping me load some boxes into my car?"
 
Matthew obediently answered questions when he knew the answer and filled out things in his notebook, practicing Cyrillic in the margins during down-time. Ironically, in English class... A few comments about the rotten egg smell had to be suffered and retaliated for, no big thing. Every now and then he took a peek up at the clock on the wall, keeping track of how much time was remaining in class until she finally listed off the homework. Right away he started putting things into his bag and hefted it onto his back when the bell rang. Only a few meters from the door, he turned around at being summoned. "Oh, certainly. Not a problem, Ms. White." He nodded his head, smiling lightly.
 
"Great!" she said with a smile. She led him to the back of the room where her storage closet was located. "There's a lot of stuff in here from past teachers who have had this room and need the space for my own things. I'm taking all of this stuff home to store it instead of throwing it away because someday i or another teacher may need it for something." There was a stack of about 10 boxes that needed to be carried to her car. She could have done it herself, but she too wanted to leave soon so she had decided to ask for help.
 
"Right-y Right-y." Matthew acknowledged and moved to pick up a box. He wasn't exactly the most masculine upper-body-strength sort of guys. But being a striker on the school's football team kept him well. So the box was fairly mid-sized amongst the lot. Not one of the larger ones that would take a bit of strain to heft about, not yet at least. "Ok then..." He carefully backed out of the storage room. "Lead off to your car."
 
"I'm not going to make you carry them by yourself Matthew," she told him as she belt with her knnes to lift a box as well. She stood and walked towards the door. "It's out back so hopefully we won't have to watch for too much traffic." She walked down the hallway and then down a small flight of steps before she got to the door. She turned her butt against the door and pushed back opening the door. As the door opened she gave it an extra puss when it was almost all the way open locking it open so they wouldn't have to worry about getting back in. "It's the white Tahoe to your right."
 
Matthew followed after his teacher, chuckling lightly as she said she'd help her. Of course. Continuing through the corridor, he was careful while descending the stairs, as not to become unbalanced and fall forward, or to drop the box. Surely something could go wrong.. Once she fixed the door open, he went outside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and quickly found the vehicle. "I was going to say, be a little difficult to haul all that if you drove a little coupe."
 
She laughed lightly. "I'm a teacher matthew. I hardly think I would be able to afford a coup. I can barely afford the gas for this tank." She opened the back and sat her box in and shoved it to the back of the backseat. Then she moved so he could sit his box down too. "If it will fit you can put it on top of my box so we can fit more in here." She walked back inside to get another box knowing this would take them atleast 10-15 minutes.
 
"Well not a coup like the auto company, two-door little car, something like that." He shrugged. Matthew could be rather literal at times... Setting his box down, he nodded at her suggestion, then turned back towards the building to repeat the circuit however many times as needed, until all the boxes were neatly packed in the SUV's trunk.
 
Within 15 minutes later the last of the boxes were packed away and they were headed inside so she could get her purse and car keys. "I really can't thank you enough for helping me out with that. I have another huge favor to ask of you though" She looked at him almost pleadingly. "Would you mind coming home with me and helping me carry all of them into the house as well? I could make you dinner if you'd like for all the trouble I've caused you."
 
Matthew stretched out as the final box was placed in the trunk, and started to follow his teacher back into the school. Her request for him to come back to unload things caught his attention very quickly. "Uh, sure. Not a problem. I don't have much else to do. Nada-one thing. I'll even make sure no one knows you took me home." He laughed at his joke, lucky he had been in enough semesters for Ms. White to understand his sense of humour.
 
She laughed lightly at his joke, but all the same a small blush crept up on her cheeks. "Okay good. Thank you again" she grabbed her things and walked with him back to the car. She got in the drivers seat and started the car. She waited for him to get in before she put the car in gear and pulled out and away. It was about a 15 minute drive from the school to her house. She lived in a log house about 10 miles outside of town. "I like a bit of everything so you can listen to whatever you would like on the radio."
 
Following Ms. White out to her Chevy, he got in on the passenger's side and buckled in just as she started to pull out. He nodded quietly at her suggestion to change the radio station. After playing with the tuner for a little while, he settled on a classic rock station. Wasn't exactly his most favorite sort of music, but, it wasn't rap or country, certainly the exact opposite of his favorites. Resting back in his seat, he hummed along to Killer Queen as they drove out to her home.
 
She grinned at his choice in music. It wasn't what she had been expecting, but that was a good thing seeing as how he landed on one of her favorite stations. She sang along quietly with the song as she drove. Soon they were pulling up to her house. It wasn't anything too special, just a log home with a little landscaping and a pond out back. She got out and went to the back of the car. she once again opened the door and instead of putting the boxes in she now took them out. She grabbed one and walked up the stairs to the porch and opened the door probbing it open with a shoe.
 
As they pulled into the drive, Matthew quickly scanned around the property. "Cozy.." He said quietly, although it was still a sincere compliment. After the vehicle had stopped and parked, he jumped out of it, and started to also taking boxes and following Ms. White into the house. Once inside, he again looked around actively. "So, where would you like these?"
 
Once inside he could see the open layout. The kitchin and dining table on the left and the living room on the right. She walked over to the stairs. She walked up the stairs to the loft passing her bedroom door that had the bathroom attached and walked into the open part of the loft. Past the pool table there was a small door od the ceiling. "I need you to put the box on the pool table and pull that door down. It pulls the stairs down to the attic"
 
Matthew followed close behind, observing things all the way through. At her saying, he carefully set the box on the green felt of the pool table. Going under the little trapdoor, he pulled the string for a set of stairs to slide down.
 
"It's a really small attic. There's barely any room for anything. If you want to we can carry all the boxes in and sit them on the pool table. Then I can climb up there and your can hand me the boxes." She said all of this as she sat her box down on the table and started to decend the stairs to go get more boxes. She smiled at him as she spoke and walked.
 
"And too small for two people to maneuver in, makes sense.." He nodded at her instruction, quickly thumping down the stairs to retrieve another box from the trunk. Unpacking all the boxes would take longer than it did packing them, having to navigate a couple sets of stairs, then finding a spot on the snooker table.
 
It took them awhile to get all of the boxes in, but when they finally had she felt a small sense of accomplishment. "Up I go then!" She climbed the stairs and stood bent over in the attic. "It's like a sauna up here!" She fanned herself as a sheen of sweat formed over her skin almost instantly. She started taking the boxes as he handed them up, mot realizing that if he were to look the right way at the right time he would be able to see her full D cups in her lacy pink bra.
 
Matthew leaned over, taking a quick rest from bringing things up. As she went up the small stairs, he went over to the table, kneeling down, and carefully brought a larger box onto his head. Balancing the box on the sides with his hands, he slowly walked over to the trapdoor for her to bring it into the attic. A few boxes through the process, he got to the smaller boxes and was able to simply hand them up to her. He did get the 'right-place-right-time' spot, and saw the pink lace. He blinked a few times before turning around quickly to retrieve another box. Half-embarrassed-half-hopeful, his next box to hand up, he surreptitiously checked how long her skirt was...
 
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