"Oh, come on Matt, they don't look that bad." said John from behind him. Matt just frowned, his lips swollen from a recent trip to the dentist.
"That bad? John, Chevys don't even have this much of a grill! It's freaking ridiculous!" said Matt as he stole another glance in the mirror. He winced as he hooked a finger under the far edge of his lips, and lifted it. His teeth glinted in the light, wired tight. He sighed and dropped his lips, and shook his head.
"I'm fucking hideous. Braces at 18. What the actual shit." said Matt. John, arms crossed as he propped himself in the doorway of Matt's bathroom, shrugged and put his hands up.
"Well hey, look at the bright side, man." said John as he dropped his arms. He stepped through the doorway, and clasped a hand on his friend's shoulder. He gave a smirk, and stared at Matt in the mirror.
"At least your radio will come in freaking crystal now."
Matt rolled his eyes, and shrugged John's hand away. "That's not fucking funny man, seriously." he said. He turned, and hit the light switch, which plunged John into the dark. The boys left the room, and Matt threw himself upon his bed with a sigh. He brought his hands to his face, and rubbed his eyes as he groaned.
"Who the hell is going to want someone that can cut them just by gracing their lips? Seriously." said Matt.
John walked forward, and sat on the edge of the bed. He crossed his legs, and scratched his head. "Well man, would you rather have fucked-up teeth? Think of the long term gains. That's really what it's about."
Matt lifted his head, and wriggled his nose. "Long term gains aren't shit for us, John. I wasn't getting girls beforehand, but I'm sure as shit not going to get them now." he said, his head falling back against the mattress. John rolled his eyes, and stood. He crossed the room towards Matt's closet, and began to look through the clothes. Matt turned on his side and looked at his friend, his head cocked as he saw him.
"Uh, John? What are you doing man?"
John looked over his shoulder, and a slow smirk cut across his lips. He turned his head back to the closet, and grabbed a few shirts and pants. He laid them across Matt's computer chair, and looked for another moment before turning to face Matt. He put his hands on his hips, and chuckled.
"Alright, so if you're freaking out about your face, we draw attention away from it. It's the easiest solution."
Matt rose from the bed, and rolled his eyes. "Well, that'd be a great solution," he said, "if I actually had any clothes that didn't make me look like a total dork".
Matt rose from the bed, and walked towards the stack that John had pulled from his closet. He flipped through them, a slight frown on his face as he held them up to his chest.
"That's weird," said Matt, "I don't even remember buying any of these."
John laughed, and pointed towards Matt's closet. "Oh, you did," he said, "they're just in the back, past all the black heavy metal tee shirts. You know, I bet there's an undiscovered species back there, too."
"Oh, shut the fuck up John. So what goes with what?"
John stepped forward, and held up a plaid button down and pair of skinny jeans. He held them against Matt's frame, and eyed them for a moment. Then, with a quick nod of his head, he handed them over to Matt.
"There you go. It's a little lumber jack-y, but that'll be okay. I bet you'll look cute in it." said John with a smile. John walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Matt-who stood there with the clothes in his arms.
