Matt looked around, annoyed more then anything by the sounds. Deciding that it was getting late and probably better he headed straight for the club house that he and his friends had built high up in the trees. Getting there he pulled a rope that let down the latter then climbed up, unlocking the pad lock with one of the many keys that had been distriputed throughout the group of friends. Once inside he pulled up the latter and closed the door. Then he quickly texted his mother's phone letting her know that he was spending the night at a friends, which was a lie but she didn't need to know. Dropping his things to the floor he made himself comfortable on the pile of bean bag chairs before letting himself doze off.<br/><br/>In the morning he awoke to a headace, his head filled with fragments of his dreams. Picking up his things he looked in one of the cupboards to see if possibly his friends had left a pack of smokes from their last time they had been here. Finding a half empty pack he shoved it into his pocket then let himself out of the tree house, putting things back into place for next time. Dropping to the ground he then rubbed his eyes and looked around before starting the walk home through the woods again.