grr... I come on here to see my Fanfiction deleted yet again! I'm held back on time at the moment so I'll upload the first chapter and put up the next chapter on my own time...
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WARNING: rated T (for now) for cursing and hints? Subject to change to M :D
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PaNdA~
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I stood on the roof of the tall office building. Looking down, my fear of heights got the better of me. In my head, this sounded so much easier. Go up, walk off, die… Right? But as I faced this near-death experience, I found it's quite harder than I anticipated. I turned around quickly, not being able to take my fears. My hands fingered my shoulder length, blonde hair.
'Just do it, Matthew! Or are you too chicken?' my mind pushed. I walked back to the edge, looked down again, and practically jumped when I heard a voice. No. Literally…
"What are you doing, mon ami?" a strong, French accented voice tore through the silence in the air and echoed in my ears. My entire body leaped upwards and fell back down on my derrière.
"O-ow…" I whimpered, but still stood up to look behind me at the voice,
There, a tall, blonde man stood, his blue eyes staring into mine. Upon his chin was a light shadow, stubble to show his age. I'd guess about thirty.
"What were you doing there? It looked as if you were about to jump," his rich, French accent took my away from my thoughts.
"I-I was…" I whispered. 'Damn you, Matthew! Man up!'
"But why? The world needs beauties like you every once and a while." The stranger took a step forward and grazed my cheek with his palm. My face felt heated and I took a step back, of course tripping and falling once again on my butt.
"I… I'm just sick of being ignored… by everyone …" I answered, only slightly honest as I turned my head away.
"Well, come, mon ami. Let us get you to your home. I'm sure your family is worried sick and going nuts wondering where you are." He offered his hand, which I eyed suspiciously. After deeming it safe, I gently placed my hand on his palm and hoisted myself up. The blonde made no move to let go so I retracted my hand from his grasp. "Tell me, where do you live?"
And so, the stranger drove me home. The entire ride we were talking about life. Mostly mine but still. It made me feel… not invisible. We chatted about my school life and my home life where I found out nothing about him. Not that it mattered, I wouldn't see him again anyway. But I still felt like life was okay.
Before I knew it, we'd arrived at my house and stopped near the driveway. I stepped out and thanked him greatly for the ride. Then, I began my ascend up the porch steps. As my hand grazed the door knob, however, a thought occurred to ask about his name and number before it was too late. But as I turned around, I realized he'd left the street and there was a void space where the car was. As quickly as he saved me, he disappeared. "Maybe it's for the best," I muttered as I turned the knob and entered my home.
The television was running and the water faucet sounded on. Upon the couch was my father and brother. Obviously my mother was in the kitchen. I thought I could sneak up to my room. Obviously not…
"Where've ya been, boy?" my dad's baritone voice resonated through the house.
"I… I was out with a couple friends. That's all…" I quietly answered.
"Yah, okay. Yer good. Now go help yer mom. She's not fairin' too well tonight."
With that, my dad turned towards the television and my brother stood up. He walked up to me and leaned into my ear.
"You weren't really with friends were you, Matt?" he asked in a low, concerned voice.
"It's none of your concern, Alfred," I whispered quietly as I headed to the kitchen to help my mom.
After my duties were finished, I went straight to my room and lied down, quite prepared for a sleepless night of restlessness.
Of course, I was slightly wrong. That night I dreamt. I dreamt of that guy that saved me. Why did he save me? What did I do to deserve a savior? These questions roamed my head without an answer. I just don't understand why he did that…
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
I startled awake to my alarm blaring at five thirty in the morning. I fumbled to shut it off, but hastily stabbed the 'snooze' button. At least I don't have to worry about waking anyone up. Alfred sleeps like the dead and my parents are on the other side of the house.
I stood up and headed for the bathroom as routine. Urinate, shower, hygiene, Alfred, repeat. Same cycle every day in my boring old life. So, I declothed, but upon looking at my meek body, my eyes widened. So many bruises and cuts. I remember getting beat up yesterday, but I was yet to inspect the damage. I had just walked straight to the office building my dad worked at and took the first elevator ride to the roof. But then… that man kind of saved me…
'No, Matthew! Stop thinking about someone you'll never see again! Don't get caught up in him! You were supposed to forget about him already…' my mind raged. I can't help that though. My thoughts act on impulse.
Yet still, I hopped into the shower and cleansed my body. All my accidental cuts and self-inflicted cuts were scattered everywhere. My mind continued to wander all over that man's face. So accentuated. His accent so rich and thick. His hair so blonde and in unruly waves… His pure blue eyes that seemed to endless… But I need to forget about him…
A half hour later, all my thoughts still jumbled around, I stepped out of the shower and walked to the kitchen. I sometimes cook my brother and I pancakes or the sort. So, pancakes and maple syrup in mind, I grabbed at the mix and began cooking.
Soon after, a young blonde clad in Captain America pajamas thudded down the stairs whilst scratching his stomach.
"Mornin' Matt," Alfred half-heartedly greeted me before plopping on the couch and surfing the channels.
"Good morning," I quietly answered back, though he didn't hear me so it was useless.
After my famous (well in this household at least) pancakes were done and we ate. Alfred retreated to his room to get dressed properly and I… well, I had already been dressed in some jeans, a normal tee, and my signature jacket.
Once Alfred was hopping down the stairs, book bag in hand, I stepped out of the house and ascended to the bus stop. Truth be told, my mind was else-where. A certain blonde kept crossing my mind at every subject spoken in there. It's not fair. Why did he have to save me? Of all people?
But soon the bus drove around the corner and stopped to pick us up, it's red lights flashing for the other cars to stop. And we were picked up to go to this hell hole of a school.
Of course, even on the bus my mind wouldn't cease to stop thinking about him. That accent though… it was French, correct? I know some French myself, with being Canadian and all, but that definitely sounded French. It sounded so beautiful… wait WHAT?!
"Matt… this is our stop. You comin'?" my brother asked as he poked my cheek. I sighed melodramatically and stood up, heading to the bus doors already.
As I entered the high school, my thoughts were still elsewhere. What is with me lately? He was just… god why can't I just stop thinking about him?
Just then, I bumped into someone. Of course, my lucky day. I fell down, like I always do, and muttered an "I'm sorry." A hand popped in front of my face, but I shook my head to say I didn't need one. I hopped up and walked around him, avoiding eye contact as I usually do.
"Hey, what do you say, Matt?" an all too familiar Russian voice sounded from behind me.
"What do you want, Ivan?" I asked, void of emotion. I didn't really like him at all… he kept belittling me in class and would mock me at every open chance.
"Oh," he started as he walked around to my front. "I was just going to ask if you thought he was, what's the word? Hot?"
I flushed slightly. "I-I didn't even look at him…" I admitted.
"Oh? Too embarrassed to? Don't worry." He quickly ran behind me and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to turn towards the direction I had just left. I really didn't like the feeling of Ivan behind me but all my fears erased as I looked at the man I just bumped into… twice. That man I met yesterday was no doubt standing where I just left, turned around chatting with a boy though.
"See? He's hot. Wouldn't you s-"
"Ivan, mess with a kid your own fucking size," a German accent commanded. Ivan left immediately, most likely out of fear for what the German might do.
"Thank you… Gilbert…" I awkwardly thanked. Last I remembered we had spoken was when Gilbert had confessed to me… great! Could this day get any worse?!
"Ah… well! No problem! I'd do anything for you!" He chuckled as I felt my face heat up. I glanced over at the blonde I had seen just yesterday. Big mistake! He was looking at me and we exchanged glances… now he knows I co-exist with him.
Well how could this get worse?!
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Well that wasn't so bad? Forgive if it's terrible. I wrote this at -checks the time- 3:39 AM so deal with it! It wasn't so bad if you made it this far, oui? Gah thank you! Anyway, please do review, fav, follow, anything! ;)
Anyway, I really hoped you liked and you'll read future updates!
PaNdA~