Sometimes he would watch him from across the classroom. He was always busy, surrounded by friends. Never alone... Matthew felt the pen in his hands scratch across the paper, outlining a faint circle, then a line. It gradually formed a roughly oval shape. Then some eyes, and a mouth.
He tried not to think too hard about it. Really, it was just a glance...
every now and again. Across the classroom.
Sometimes... sometimes, he would glance back. And the other boy would smirk, just a little, as if he knew what Matthew was thinking. All those swirling, tumbling, messed up thoughts in his head.
He glanced up again. He was looking. Blood red jewels staring. Staring across the classroom. Matthew quickly looked down at his desk again, heart thudding and a blush rising on his cheeks. He didn't understand; nobody noticed him, he was always left out. He was the one left standing at the bus stop when all his classmates had gone on a trip, the one who had to speak his name twenty times a day to be remembered, the one... the one... who had no-one.
So why did this boy, who had so much, so many friends and admirers. Why did he keep staring?
"Hey," A sharp voice jolted him from his thoughts. "Matthew right? I'm the awesome Gilbert! I'm from Prussia!"
Matthew gaped upwards, dumbfounded. A boy with snowy hair and paper white skin stood over him, smirking. A boy with blood red eyes. The boy.
"I know," he spoke again, "some people take a while to adjust to my supreme awesomeness, but don't worry, I have time."
"P-Prussia?" Matthew managed to stammer out. "I thought-"
"Shhhh!" The boy leaned closer and put one long pale finger on Matthew's lips. "We don't want to get off to an unawesome start ja? The awesome Prussia is not to be questioned!"
He hoped he wasn't blushing. This strange boy, who he had only known for a few days, was actually taking notice of him! His finger was on his lips! He wanted to jump up and sing, express his overwhelming happiness! Unfortunately... he never had been very good at, well, making his feelings known.
Instead, he stammered, "I- I'm sorry. um..." Then mentally cursed himself for being so horribly inept. Why! Why, was he so awkward!
"Kesesese!" What? Matthew looked up startled towards the strange almost hissing noise entering his ears. He paused when he saw the source. The boy... was laughing?
" You're funny birdie! I think I'll call you birdie, ja! Your hair is just the same colour as Gilbird's! Kesesese!"
Matthew didn't really understand what this boy was talking about. Nor did he get why he was laughing so hard, but, he just couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto his face.
Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.