A/N: Hello everyone! I've been on a strange writing rollercoaster. I've been coming up with lots of ideas for new fics, but can't quite get them out. I decided to write Chemical Substances as a practice so maybe I can get the writing juices flowing. I've also needed practice writing drabbles that are actually under 500 words. This will actually be a series of drabbles and, while I have an idea of how many, I may be inspired again so I can't quite give a number yet. Anyways, thanks for reading. Please review if you like it or have a suggestion!

As always, I own nothing. I don't think there's anything that needs a warning, but if something comes up, I'll let you guys know.

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." -Carl Jung

For being in the middle of the summer season, it was a pretty decent day. The weatherman had accurately predicted a high of 75 with a cool wind blowing in. The neighborhood children were out in full force, enjoying the chance to play in their yards after weeks of summer storms and unbearable heat. It was on this wonderful day that Matthew found himself standing on the sidewalk of that very neighborhood and soaking wet. The man sputtered in surprise at the unwanted second shower and attempted to wipe the droplets from his glasses.

"Sorry about that, man! Stay right there and I'll grab you a towel!"

Readjusting his glasses, Matthew turned towards the source of the voice and found a man struggling to turn the water spigot in front of his house off. He managed to turn the valve to the closed position before running inside the building, his ponytailed dreadlocks swinging behind him. When the stranger returned, Matthew was leaning against the, now soaking, fence surrounding the property. With a chagrined frown, the dark-skinned man handed the blond a towel.

"I didn't mean to turn the water on full force like that. I didn't realize the valve was that loose. My bad, man. I'm so sorry."

His earlier annoyance fading at the stranger's seemingly sincere apology, Matthew accepted the towel and started on drying his hair. "It's ok. Accidents happen after all."

"Naw. I feel like a jerk. Let me make it up to you. Since it's kinduva hot day, how do you feel about ice cream?"

Matthew stopped himself before the first word of protest could slip out. His indigo eyes glanced up after a moment of thought and he gave the other a small smile. Extending his hand, he answered. "Actually, I love ice cream. I'm Matthew by the way."

His frown now a large grin, the stranger accepted Matthew's hand. "Nice meeting you, Matthew. Call me Carlos."