Matthew ran through the halls of the school trying to get to his next class. He didn't want to be late, especially since it was Art class. He always loved art. The door swung open before he could grab the handle and revealed his twin brother, Alfred.
Most people would guess that Alfred was atleast two years older than Matthew. This was because Alfred had always been the stronger of the two. He was the one born first, three hours earlier to be exact. He also had shorter hair than Matt, where as Matt had his hair to his shoulders. They were both adopted by their parents, Arthur and Francis.
"Hey, Mattie," Alfred said happily, ruffling the younger's hair. "How's my favorite brother?"
"I'm your only brother..." Matthew said quietly.
"Oh yeah, hahaha! I'm just kidding." The older twin began to walk to his next class.
Once he was out of sight, Matthew began to wonder why his brother was in the Art classroom. He didn't take art. In fact, he hated art. Then it suddenly occurred to him. His brother probably found another victim in the room. The long haired boy burst through the door and scanned the room. No one was their yet. Odd, it was almost time for the next class.
Shaking his head, he took his seat and looked at the clock. 'Whoa! It's way before class... I didn't think I'd get here that early' he thought to himself.
Finally everyone filed into the room and the teacher walked in escorting an albino walking with forearm crutches.
"Good morning, class," the teacher said with a smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Trotman," A few of the students returned.
Trotman continued, "This is Gilbert Beilschimdt."
Gilbert nodded and said in what sounded like a German accent, "Hey guys."
"Okay, Gilbert, how about you sit next to Matthew." She pointed to the empty seat next to the blonde.
"Sure." As he made his way over, everyone was dead silent, the only noise being the tap on the floor made by the crutches. Everyone had the same tense air around them. The reason that no one was sitting next to Matthew was because of his brother.
Alfred was way too overprotective of his brother. Matthew used to get picked on all the time, so Alfred decided to stop it. He became the bully of bullies. That is to say, if someone showed any sign of hurting his brother, mentally or physically, he would take them down, literally. He gained two followers that helped him on his quest: Antonio and Ivan. However, his mission to protect his brother slowly changed him and he got used to the feeling of power. Now he bullies anyone that gets close to his brother, unless Matthew stops him.
Matthew saw that the handicapped teen was having trouble sitting in the awkwardly made desks. "Here, let me help you.'
The white haired boy looked up and saw the kid, who the teacher had called Matthew, get up and help him sit down. He took the crutches and set them on the floor next to the desk.
"Thanks," Gilbert said.
"No problem." Matthew smiled. "I'm Matt."
"Gil," the albino said reaching his hand over and shaking the blonde's.
"Okay, class," the teacher spoke, interrupting their introductions and class began.
The time flew by and Matthew was sad to see the class end. When the bell rang he got up and stuffed his papers into his backpack, and quickly shouldered it.
"Hey," Matthew turned around at the hand on his shoulder and saw that it was Gilbert talking to him. "Since it's lunch time, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out."
"Sure," He smiled and they both made their way to the cafeteria. Matthew had to slow down his pace so Gilbert could keep up. On their way, he couldn't help but stare at the crutches every now and then, wondering why the white haired teen needed them. Gilbert noticed this and spoke.
"It was a freak accident," Gil chuckled.
"Huh?"
"I noticed you staring at these," he answered lifting one of the crutches.
"Oh, sorry..." Matthew blushed.
"Don't be. You want to know how it happened?"
Not sure how he should respond, he slowly nodded his head.
Gilbert smiled. "I used to be a football player at my other school. I was in the practice field and one of my friends and I took turns tackling each other. Well my foot got caught in this random hole in the ground and before I could tell him to stop, I was on the ground and my shin was broken. Most bones would heal normally after being set, but not my bone. It decided to grow at a weird angle, so now I'm stuck with these things."
Matthew blushed more. The albino acted like he didn't care that he was stuck with this disability for the rest of his life. It seemed as though he embraced it.
Noticing that the blonde was blushing, Gilbert spoke. "What's wrong?"
"Well we just met and you just freely tell me something personal."
Gilbert laughed. "Dude, I don't care who knows."
Matthew smiled. He like the German teenager.
Once they got there lunch, they sat down and began to talk. They laughed and had the best time that Matt had had in a while. It wasn't a good thing that Alfred, who was sitting over in the corner with his friends, saw this. He had to do something about the white haired boy.