Tomorrow and Today
Alfred and Mathew have a band with Matt's best friend Reyane. But when the annual Battle of the Bands is upon them and they are forced to finally search for a new guitarist, they are led to none other than Gilbert Weilschmidt, school asshole. Let the awesomeness reign supreme. This is told from Mathew's POV.
**(This is a rewrite of the first chapter. I'm rewrite and fixing all of the chapters to send this fic in a different direction…I'll keep ya posted! But you should be seeing longer chapters and darker, more mature themes.)**
Chapter 1: Bands, Funerals, and Parties
"Bonjour, Je m'appelle Mathieu. Je suis 17 ans et je suis dans le lycee." Ok, that might be the most fail French sentence that I have ever written. Not only have I probably failed at conjugating 'être', I also feel that the sentence is too simple, so let me say it in English. My name is Matthew Williams. I am 17 years old and am in high school. I have a twin brother whose name is Alfred. Last summer our parents got a divorce and our mom changed Alfred's last name to Jones. For a while things were awkward between us, but my best friend and evil sidekick, Reyane Hokkain, ended up knocking our heads together, quite literally, and told us to suck it up. This is where the band comes in.
For the longest time me and my brother wanted to start up a band, but we never had time, or energy, to actually get off of our asses and do something about it. So, when senior year came around, I quit Student Council and he quit Youth and Government, and we poured all our time into our new band, who is still unnamed.
Once we got over who was going to do what between me and Al, Al playing bass and yours truly on drums, we came to the realization, or revelation if your name is Alfred, that we had no singer and no guitarist. The issue of a singer was remedied quite easily, thanks to Reyane.
"Okay Bitches!" The door to the basement slammed open with an intense fury. "I'm going to be the lead singer." I looked at Al and he just shrugged his shoulders. We now had a lead singer.
The band got shoved to one side over the winter, thanks to our parent's untimely demise. The judge, who had granted custody of us, did so under the order that our parents would have to attend counseling together. Well, they did for a couple of weeks, until they were run off the road coming home one night. I moved back in with Al the week of the funeral and for several nights we fell asleep holding each other, not that we missed our parents.
No, our parents were the biggest assholes in the world and they had pretty much forced me and Al apart, so I was more than glad to be back with my twin. Any normal people would've called us freaks, but our friends understood, they always seemed to understand. On the day of the funeral, Reyane stood next to me and Al, a slap in the face to my dead parents who never liked her, as if she was our sister and not merely my best friend. I was never more pleased to have her by my side…
A few weeks after our parent's funeral, me and Al were moping around the house, trying to find something to do, when Reyane burst in, full of anticipation.
"You guys have been emo for too damn long. So we're having a PARTAY!" I grimace at her suggestion, no take that back, her ORDER. Al raises one eyebrow, but says nothing to deter my hyperactive best friend.
"Reyane, are you on drugs again! We have school tomorrow!" Reyane looks at me like, 'so.' Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough. "We have school…and I have 3, count them, 3 tests tomorrow, one happens to be in my AP Chem class. Having a party isn't in my favor at this point." Reyane rolls her eyes; she constantly tells me that studying is for pussies.
"Hey, I told everyone that the party won't start until 9:30-ish; which gives you all afternoon to study." I was suddenly worried about who she invited. Reyane wasn't exactly known for being subtle.
"Reyane, what vile filth is going to invade our home tonight?" I roll my eyes; leave it to Al to sound like our pain in the ass British uncle.
"Oh…just Francis, Arthur, Feliciano, Lovino, Ludwig, Antonio, Natalia, Calthia, Elizaveta, Roderich, and Ludwig's brother Gilbert." She rattles off half the student council and most of our friends. Maybe this party won't be such a bad idea after all. I mean, me and Al have been kinda distant lately.
"Fine, I'll go unlock the alcohol…I know how everyone is." Reyane squealed with joy and hugged me tightly.
"I love you guys so much…I'm going to go buy my chili cheese dip* ingredients. I'll see you guys in a little bit!" Reyane waved to us as she headed out the door, a wide grin on her face. Al stood up and headed for his room.
"Where are you going?" Al turned around and flashed me a grin.
"Ummm…party tonight. I have to look my best." I rolled my eyes.
"Why do people always assume I'm the gay brother?" Al grinned at me again.
"Cause you are!" Another eye roll and Al has disappeared into the void known as his bedroom.
Reyane popped back up at our place around 6:30, bags of food in hand.
"Alright bitches, clear the kitchen…it's mine!" I rolled my eyes at her, but relinquish control of the kitchen with ease. Reyane may seem nice, but she's part Italian and she will hurt you if you tell her how to run a kitchen.
"No problem, just no more knife holes in my walls. I really can't afford to replace them." She scoffs at me, insisting that I'm full of crap.
"Like hell you can't. You Williams' are loaded. Do you not remember this?" Another reminder of the life that I was unwillingly handed on a silver platter.
"Yes, but I also have to pay for college still. Holes in the wall don't really help." Reyane laughed and patted my head affectionately, before shoving me out into the dining room. Yup, my kitchen was officially Reyane's territory.
At 9:15, I was attacked by a Feliciano. Ludwig apologized profusely, but I told him it was no problem. Following behind them was Ludwig's brother, Gilbert. Gilbert had medium length silver hair and crimson red eyes. He was also an egotistical maniac bastard who I may or may not have been crushing on.
"So, Reyane actually talked you into a party? Were you stoned when this happened?" I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time that evening; he can never just shut up and blend into the background.
"Gilbert, would you like to meet my good friend Mr. Duck Tape?" Gilbert glared at me and pushed past us. I could tell he was making a beeline for the alcohol. Yup, this was going to be a long night.
About 20 minutes later, there was a steady stream of people entering the house. Several discovered what happens when you anger a crazy Italian lady who is trying to cook and others drank themselves under the table during a drinking contest. Around 12:30 PM I found myself tipsy from all the vodka and beer I had been drinking. Al wasn't in a much better shape and was currently trying to put the moves on Reyane, who just laughed him off.
Grabbing some more vodka from the kitchen counter, I returned to the living room and bumped into Antonio. Now, I don't know what's more awkward, bumping into your ex at your own house party, or bumping into him while he's trying to kiss him current boyfriend. I would take both of the above, cause that is exactly what happened. Oh yes, Antonio is my ex boyfriend and he's currently dating Feliciano's brother Lovino, who is more temperamental than a pregnant woman. Well, Lovi got pissed to say the least and stormed off, leaving Antonio sitting there all by himself.
"Well, that didn't end too peachy, now did it?" I slurred to Antonio, who looked up at me in surprise, almost as if he had just noticed me standing there.
"Guess not…I wish Lovi wasn't like that, even though he looks like a tomato…you never were like that…but you also never looked like a tomato either." Something in me said to tread carefully here, but the alcohol squelched that voice before it even had a chance.
"Tonio...why did we break up? I could never figure that out. I only remember people saying how cute we were together." Antonio shrugged and attempted to stand up, which ended with him falling on top of me, spilling the remains of my vodka everywhere. Now, you would think that I would be concerned with pushing Antonio off of me, but no, I was more upset about the loss of my vodka. I saw some of it on Antonio's cheek and before I could stop myself, my tongue darted forward and licked it off. And that set the next few events in motion. Antonio pulled himself up, dragging me with him. Which lead him to claiming my mouth with a practiced accuracy, slipping his tongue in when I moaned/gasped in surprise at the sudden kiss. I fought back with my tongue, trying to take control of the kiss, but failed. We played tonsil hockey for a few more minutes, before I felt someone pull me back by the shoulders.
"Well, looks like Tonio found himself a good time, mind if I cut in?" I looked up behind me and saw that it was Gilbert. I glared at him until my alcohol induced haze cleared slightly and allowed me to realize what I had just done.
"Merde…" I bolted up from my position on Antonio's lap and rushed my way up the stairs to my bedroom, trying to hold down the vomit that I felt threatening to come up. Once I did a quick check to make sure no one was using my bed for their sexual endeavors; I raced to my attached bathroom and emptied my stomach in the toilet, mentally cursing myself for the mess I had gotten into downstairs. After my stomach was empty, I fell back onto the floor to the floor, panting for air. "I'm a fucking idiot. I'm a goddamned, fucking idiot. Lovi is going to fucking kill me." I decided now would be a good time to go to bed and sleep my troubles away, maybe the hangover would be punishment enough in the morning. Pfft, who in the hell was I kidding?
A/N: *Chili Cheese Dip is this awesome dip that I make that has the odd ability to bring people together. It's nummy and often in high demand.
Merde – Shit
Ok, so I apologize for the slight SpainCanada pairing. It's temporary and only being used to help push the story along. Also the chapters will get longer once we get into the story. My friend, Hayley, wished for me to note that she is a fan of SpainCanada. So maybe I'll write one for them…that's a big maybe.
Au revoir!