Secret Identity \\\ Jealous Angel D & Invader Len

Misty Stone / Matthew
16 years old
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Biography: Misty is the only child and sole heir to Stone Industries. However, it was never her dream to follow her father and keep up the family business. Rather than enjoying math and business, Misty took comfort in the arts and theater. So she did her best to get good grades and make friends, but she didn’t want to live an extravagant life spending all of her days in meetings and sitting in front of a computer. So she made a bet with her father – however, she now wonders if she’ll be able to fulfill it as she doesn’t have much experience hanging with or being a guy.
Personality: Misty is often just happy and content with what she has. She always gives 110% to everything she does. If she sets her mind to it, or gives her word, nothing will stop her from accomplishing what she needs to do.

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She had always loved the name Misty. It was simple yet unique. Never had she complained to her parents and wished to have a new name. However, here she was trying to pass as a guy. While her acting skills may pass her off as a guy, her name surely wouldn’t. A guy named Misty just wasn’t normal and she didn’t need that kind of attention. However, she had answered to that name for sixteen years – it would be difficult to go by any other name. After some consideration she decided upon the name Matthew. Her luggage was all initialized and the like so it was best to stick with a first name that began with M. There were enough Stone’s in the world that she felt comfortable enough keeping her name.

And so Matthew Stone was one of the new kids at school – which wasn’t all too strange. She had cut her red hair short and she tried to put on an attitude of not caring. If she didn’t seem approachable it would be easier to get through the year of school. Moving through the hallways of the dorm, Misty kept her attention on her phone. Her thumb moved across the keypad as she typed out a message to the friends she had left behind. It would have only caused problems if she had not continued to keep contact with them. Of course perhaps it wasn’t her best decision – however as long as she kept her phone and conversations away from her fellow students there would be no problem.

Finding her dorm room, she opened the door and sluggishly made her way inside as she kept her eyes on her phone.

Aaron had gotten to his dorm right after the opening ceremony,he had counted he'd be in the same dorm as last year. He was right, although this year he'd be getting a new roommate. Jacob, his previous roommate, had transferred to somewhere in Los Angeles the previous winter, leaving him alone for half of the year. It would be great to have another buddy again. Someone to play jokes on, stay up watching horror movies past midnight with, oogle at the girls at St. Catherines with, it'd be like Christmas, but a person!
Reaching his room, he was disappointed to see he was the first one there. Damn, he'd have to wait. What now? He didn't feel like rummaging through all his stuff to get his games or music player, and he didn't want to nap in case he missed the new guy. Opening up the dresser drawers, he found the darts and dartboard he'd stashed there before, in case he got this room again. Perfect! Now he'd have something to do.

Tack!
The sound of a dart hitting the wall resounded throughout the room, except that this dart in particular had missed the newcomer's nose by maybe an inch. Aaron jumped a bit at the door opening unexpectedly, throwing the dart before he'd meant to. Seeing the the newcomer wasn't hurt, he cracked out a grin.
"Yo, ever heard of knocking? I almost gave you a new piercing for free right there, jeez! Made me miss a bullseye too. You must be my new roommate. I read your name on the roster, but I've forgotten it by now. I'm Aaron, Aaron Bryce. My dad's a professor up at the college. Are you new here?" he asked, talking pretty fast and overly-friendly for usual.

Misty lifted her head as she felt and heard something pass in front of her face. She blinked once and then twice as she turned to look at the dart that stuck out of the wall. Her heart jumped into her throat as she realized now close that had been to hitting her. Turning your head she stared at her roommate who was responsible for her near death experience. She surveyed the room as she figured out what her roommate – Aaron as he just stated – had claimed as his. Moving to the more vacant part of the room she pulled her suitcase behind her.

“Well you know, I really wasn’t expecting an attempt on my life. But if you plan on setting up a trap intent to kill whoever enters the room next, I’ll be sure to knock each time I enter,” she replied with a smile, sounding only half serious as she joked. She had been hoping to find the room empty – it just would have been easier to adjust to her new life and it would have made it a lot easier to unpack her few belongings.

“The name’s Matthew, Matthew Stone,” Misty introduced herself, glad that she did not stumble over her name. She had to stay in character, and she needed to stop thinking so much about keeping her secret - well, a secret. “And it is my first year here – my dad thought it would be a ‘life changing experience’. I’m assuming you’re not new here as well then?”

Aaron laughed at what he assumed was a joke, the new guy hadn't said it very seriously.
"Ha ha, yeah, sorry about that! I honestly wasn't expecting you to come in so soon. I promise I won't try to kill you again, dude." he said lightly. He sat down on his bunk as the other boy introduced himself.
"Stone? I think I've heard of that name before. Ah, damnit, it's on the tip of my tongue! Screw it, there's no way you could be the person I'm thinking of. Can I call you Matty? This is my second year here. I've been going St. Ambrose's schools for my whole life. I guess you could refer to it as a single school. It's a big campus, but there's a reason for that. See, look here." he said, getting up and throwing open the curtains, light streaming into the room.

"We're here at the north dorms. The building over there is the main school building. Across from it is the middle school and it's dorms. Up on the hill is the college and Grad school, that circular building there is the assembly hall, and a hop, skip and jump away is St. Mary's, the girl's school. Some of the staff have their own rooms in the dorm buildings, but most of them live in their own homes. Really only the Headmaster, janitors, and chamberlains stay here 24/7." Aaron explained to him, pointing out landmarks.

"I skipped a year ahead in middle school, but last year I failed and was held back, so most of my friends have graduated. I was so psyched to hear that my new dormmate would be in the same grade and class as me, so I hope we can be good friends." he chirped, giving a cute smile.

Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to stick with a name that was so close to her real name. Stone was becoming a more of a household name. But she had hoped that there were enough Stones in the world that she could just pretend not to be related. Of course, that would be difficult if the school ever decided to invite her father here for some event. Well, luckily her roommate wasn't smart enough to connect the dots. "Whatever," she responded to whether he was allowed to call her Matty or not. "I'd probably prefer Matt, but you have free will."

She lifted her suitcase onto her bed before Aaron called her over to the window. Leaving her belongings, she moved closer to the window to see what he was pointing at. It amazed Misty that people would spent much of their life at one place. She was used to moving around as her father tried to build the company into what it was today. However St. Ambrose's was now her home - unless she messed up. Misty looked away from the window as Aaron smiled brightly at her. It was impossible not to return the smile with one of her own. "Well I can see no reason why we shouldn't be good friends. It seems like it is fate that she would have met."

Moving away from the window she took a seat on her bed next to her suitcase. St. Mary's wasn't too far away - an all girls school that was probably a talk of the school. She could try her best to fit in with the boys, but she was very unsure of if she'd slip into her old habits if she was about a group of girls. So while they were close by, she wanted to know how much interaction happened between the schools. "So does the school schedule a lot of a events with St. Mary's?" It seemed like a reasonable question any guy would want to know.

Aaron gave him a sly grin and nudged him with his elbow.
"Already thinking 'bout that, ain'tcha? Easy tiger. Yeah, we do schedule a bunch of events with Mary's, mostly formal events and stuff, couple times each quarter. The girl's aren't allowed on campus though, no one is without permission. All our dances are held at Springwell hall, it's a big fancy building that acts as shared ground between our schools. It's a pretty big bummer, since we aren't allowed on their campus either. Pretty much the only chance you get to hook up with girls is to either be really lucky and meet them outside campus, or pull it off real smooth like and get their numbers at events. It's a really tight system, pretty stupid one too, if you ask me. Last girlfriend I had was in third grade, and that was just dumb kid stuff." He told him, jumping onto his bed.

He picked up his clock, checking it. It was still early, they had a few hours to kill before they served dinner. Aaron glanced over at Matthew, sizing him up. He was kinda shrimpy for a guy his age, maybe he'd skipped a year? His face was also pretty weird, it was a lot more slender and elegant than other guys. No sign of facial hairs or an Adam's apple even. Aaron stood up, circling around him, trying to figure out what was up. Now that he thought about it, his voice was pretty high too, higher than a boy band's lead singer. He stopped in front of Matthew, staring straight into his eyes, his face inches away from his.
".... Do you have Klinefelter's? Or have you just not hit puberty yet? Or were you castrated as kid, maybe? You look pretty dainty for a guy. You sick or something?" he asked, suspicious and concerned.

Well knowing how the two schools interacted with each other was comforting. It would mean that it would be easier to not get lost gossiping with another girl about fashion and what not. However it might have helped if the girls were allowed on campus. She'd worry about those things later. She currently needed to figure what her schedule for the rest of the day was going be - when would it be safest to unpack her belongings?

Her breath caught in throat as she lost her personal space. Somehow she managed to suppress a squeak of surprise as Aaron began to bombard her with questions. Her eyes widened as he asked his questions. It hadn't even been 24 hours and someone already suspected she had a secret. Perhaps she should have tried to convince her dad to let her live as a younger boy instead of a teenage boy who was supposed to be stuck in the middle of awkward puberty. Because she was obviously not a good enough actor for such a role. "No! Of course not!" she tried to keep her voice from rising in pitch as she freaked out.

Aaron snorted and fell to his knees, his body shaking in silent laughter. He sat there choking like that for a few moments, before looking up at Matt with tears in his eyes and a grin on his face.
"The look on your face as you said that! You looked so terrified! Don't worry, pal, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about your prebubescent problems. Although, they'll probably find out right away." He joked, standing up. He flashed her a smile.
"My last room mate used to be this guy with ESP. On the first day when someone came in he'd ask them really personal questions, like if their balls had dropped or if they had any chest hair yet. You shoulda seen the freshmen squirm in embarrassment! Anyways, he's graduated now, so I decided I should continue his tradition! You're just my first victim!" he said, patting the shorter boy's head. He opened the door, pausing in the doorway.
"I'm gonna go see some of my friends that are still around. Why don't you come with me? I can introduce you and then you can make some friends. Maybe someone who even has more baby fat on their face than you do." He said teasingly, challenging the other boy to go with him.

She felt her face grow red as she watched her roommate fall to the ground with laughter. He hadn't been too serious then? Well that was good, kind of. At least she would be able to blend in a bit, or it seemed like at least some would accept her strangeness. She wasn't normal but at least her roommate wasn't convinced that she a girl.

"Thank you so much for making me your first victim," Misty sarcastically thanked him.

She looked from suitcase to the door. She needed to unpack, yet making friends wouldn't hurt. But then again the more people she befriended the more people would be close enough to figure out her secret. "Why not," she stated as she stood to her feet. "Hopefully your friends are kinder than you."

Aaron grinned as Matt got up, joining him as they walked down the hall. It was nice that this guy was so open about it, even if he did look a bit stiff. But, Aaron loved challenges. He'd get this guy to be more laid back in no time. Honestly, how else would he make it through the year? Eager to talk, he struck up conversation again.
"I'm on the track team. I wasn't able to compete last year because I caught a stomach flu just as the competition started, so I didn't get into the matches. Pretty unlucky, huh? That won't happen again this year though, no way I'm gonna let another year pass me by. Are you into sports? You seem kinda more like the guy who would sit back in class and read or draw pictures." he teased him, patting his head.

They reached the dorm Aaron had been walking to rather swiftly, hearing a loud ruckus inside. Once Aaron knocked, however, the noise stopped, and the door opened, letting them in.
"Aaron! What took you so long! Check this out, we found this old radio outside the arcade, and it had these Pink Floyd CDs inside, in perfect condition!" came an exuberant greeting from one boy, a tall dark-skinned student with the hinting of a mustache and thick muscles. Aaron smiled, putting his arm around Matt's shoulder.

"Hey, Bobby, Imai, this is Mattie! Mattie, this is Bobby Nowel and Imai Kensuke, my buddies from middle school. Mattie is my new dormmate since Ron moved out, so take good care of him!" He said, introducing him to the dark-skinned student Bobby and the bespectacled asian behind him.