"I'll never fall in love."
We were walking together, and he was telling me how his brother had been dragged around by Feliciano that weekend, and hadn't spent any time with him.
"I'll never fall in love." He says confidently, running a hand through shaggy silver locks and grinning at me. I nod, and laugh slightly
I hope you're wrong, Gilbert. I really do. I don't think he ever noticed, how much I know about him. Or how much I care about him. For instance, I could tell you, his favorite color is green. Most people assume red or black. He's a rockstar, at least, so everyone thinks, a punk, a trouble maker. But he loves animals, especially birds. He loves pancakes and maple syrup, and hates when people don't see me.
I'm his best friend. Me, invisble, quiet, smart. Matthew Williams. The best part is he can see me. He sees everything, except how much I love him. And I see everything about him. I can tell you that he plays guitar, he actually likes some country music, and he hates when people see him upset. He's got an older brother and together, they're the German hearthrobs.
He thinks he's awesome and knows everyone's in love with him. Except me of course. I'm Mattie, his birdie, the person he confides in. He loves to argue, especially with his brother Ludwig, or with his cousin, Roderich. And he absolutely loves cute things.
I know this because he tells me everything. I'd never betray that. So if someone asked me if I loved him....I'd lie.
A/N: Poor Mattie. Dunno why I wrote this. I wrote it in lunch cause I was bored. So...yeah. It's crap, but I hope you like it.