Author's note:

Guys, I'm sorry I haven't been doing ANYTHING with my Truth or Dare in a while, so I decided to type up this piece of crap I know will suck because 1. First fanfiction and 2. It's my own weird way of romance. =.= let's get this started….

Another day at school. Another day of being invisible to everyone. Another day. At least it was Friday, now I can relax at home. As I walked into my house, it was oddly quiet. I thought Alfred would be home before me, like he usually is, mostly with a friend trying to prank me with the old "bucket of water on top of the door" trick or something. Not like I'm complaining that he isn't here, I dropped my book bag on the floor and flopped on my bed.

My phone woke me up from my nap. I was pissed but answered it, "Hello?" I said in a little too angry tone.

"Hey! Matthew!" Alfred's voice was already ringing in my ears. "I was wondering if you saw my wallet anywhere?" He asked.

"I think I saw it on the couch." Was my reply.

"Awesome! Could you bring it to the Café, like, right now?" He asked me, it was so annoying, but I said yes and drove to the Café right outside our neighborhood, thank goodness it wasn't far.

"MATTY! THANKS DUDE!" Alfred snatched his wallet out of my hand after I got there. He was with Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio again. Everyone calls them the "Bad Touch Trio" due their bad reputation of getting in trouble at school.

"Why, hello again Matthew~!" Francis always has that creepy tone of voice that made me want to run.

"Who?" Gilbert, he never notices me.

"You've got to be kidding me! I lost again! Stupid phone games!" Antonio never pays attention to anything.

"Alfred! You need to be responsible enough to at least bring your wallet with you!" I scowled at him, even though I could barely raise my voice higher than a whisper.

Alfred just laughed and waved his hand, " Yeah, yeah, whatever moose boy!" And he went back to his friends, I didn't even bother to retort and just drove home. No friends, no fun weekend.

After about three hours Alfred came home with one of his friends. "Hey! I'm home!" He said as he started running upstairs, dragging his friend by the wrist with him. Oh yeah, it was Arthur, it was dark so I didn't know who it was at first. I swear I heard moaning from my idiot brother's room after a bit.

Well, I decided to go to the mall, since Alfred was just to much to handle today. As I was walking around, I noticed a fairly tall guy with a scarf, and an atmosphere that says, "If you bother me you die." He glanced at me, for some reason I blushed and walked away. Wait. I blushed?! This day is starting to get strange. I went home after that, no way I was going to risk bumping into that guy. I think he looked Russian, if that's possible.

"Hey, where were you?" Wait. Was that Alfred?

"What?" I replied. He stood up from the couch, a gleam in his eye as he walked over to me with an angry expression.

"I said, where were you? I told you not to leave the house unless I tell you!" And he slapped me. I've been through this many times, but I still couldn't help but leave sometimes, the house gets stuffy.

I just looked down and said, "Sorry…." But he just shoved me into my room and locked it from the outside. I banged on the door, pleading to be let out, but he said he'll let me out in the morning to go to school on Monday. That was two days away.

I sat down on the floor after another hour of banging on the door and pleading. I gave up because I knew he wasn't going to let me out. I sighed, and looked down at the carpet, then got up and looked out the window. After our parents died on our last year of Middle School, Alfred got angrier at me, saying it was my fault and that I should have gone back to Canada. I started getting even more ignored at school, at home, anywhere I go I thought everyone just ignored me more if that was even possible. I guess I also developed depression, separating myself more from Alfred after the first punch in the face a month after our parents funeral.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was 5:00 in the morning. Alfred finally opened the door a few hours later, he said sorry and offered to take me out for breakfast. I was still uneasy from yesterday, so I didn't refuse. After that we returned home and what was said and done, yesterday was over. It's how it works with us. He snaps, locks me in my room for a day, then we get breakfast after he feels sorry. I've got to get some sleep for school tomorrow.

Another day at school starts. During Study period, since I don't have to study today, I decided to walk around the courtyard. And I saw him again, the guy with the scarf from the mall. He was sitting on a bench reading a book, his scarf covering his mouth. It was getting cold outside lately, it was November. I didn't want to bother him so I was just going to pass by, but then he looked up, waved, and motioned for me to sit down. I was confused, but I was still curious at how he noticed me so quickly, so I sat down.

"Hello, my name is Ivan, Ivan Braginski!" He said with a slightly creepy but soft smile.

"I'm Matthew Williams." I replied skeptically.

"Your voice is very soft." He stated, with a small chuckle.

"I can't really help it….a-anyway, why are you talking to me all of a sudden?" I know it sounded a bit rude but I had to ask.

"You seemed interesting." Was his reply, no further pushing it then. We talked for the rest of the hour, then we heard the bell and we said our goodbyes and he rushed to class, I noticed he left his book, it was in Russian. I might as well return it to him next time I see him.

OK! DONE! DON'T KILL ME! I'm not good at story writing TT^TT Sorry for wasting your time….PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! :D