Okay its maddie here... Don't be mad at me if you don't like it, if trying two new things at once. Writing a sad fanfic and a song fanfic in one. The song of coarse is Clingy boy, sticking around for 15 years by Yv2 (Vocaliod). When I first heard this song I burst into tears. And after a little bit of thinking, my strange little brain said "Hey this would make a amazing Fan fic!" So I blindly started writing~ Hopefully you
enjoy. And if you do then Review! Sil vous plait~~~ I need incouragement to write the final chapter...


"These poems are written about my love for you, I've been sending them for 15 years straight. I've been hoping one day you'll write back, but there's no reply. There's no reply."

~Chapter One~

It was late August, Matthew was writing his daily poem. Three weeks ago he had started writing poems to his crush, Francis Bonnefoy. He had decided that he was going to write a poem to him every day, because he loved Francis and he couldn't think of any other way to express it.

"How shall I compare thee?

To the grand-red maple trees,

Fall is upon us but fear not.

Unlike the summer daisies my love will not rot.

I love you now, I loved you then,

If I were reincarnated I'd love you again

My love I hope we never part,

Because of the clutch you hold upon my heart."

He finished typing, saved to his computer, and printed. It had become common practice to both save and print. The printed copy was put into a shoebox and the saved was to be emailed later.


After two months Matthew had a second shoebox full of poems. He had been writing like crazy, since it was his senior year he had little to know school work to do. So his spent his school days writing.

It was currently second hour. "Mathieu!" Called out a friend of his. He turned to see a very cheerful Marie behind him. He was a little thrown off by her accent; she had a French accent, like Francis. Which wasn't really surprising, considering that they grew up like brother and sister.

"What are you doing?" She asked leaning over his shoulder, her eyes focusing at the piece of paper on his desk. Following her gaze, he looked down to his poem. "Oh you were writing. Is this one for Francis?" She asked as she skimmed her eyes over it. He blushed and nodded. She grinned and then said "May I?" He nodded. She picked the paper from the desk and began to read aloud.

"Under the starry sky, you shine

If I could stop time I'd stop at the scene with your hand in mine.

If I could carry a map to keep myself from getting lost in your eyes,

It would be of no help to me."

She giggled, "He would love that" Matthew blushed and in his normal soft voice he said, "Do you really think so?"

"Oui! He would." She smiled and took her seat beside him. Matthew put the poem away when the teacher finally walked into the room. Mr. Beilschimdt always had a habit of being late.

He stood in front of the class then shouted "Okay, get your damn textbooks open to page 204." It was a wonder he never got fired, talking like that. The class listened to him and opened their textbooks. Matthew didn't really care for history class. He just took it because Francis took it. Even though he never actually talked to him.

Matthew sat three seats from him, until Francis left the school for good. He decided after Francis left that he would write poems and save them, because one day he would finally have the courage to send them to him. What started as an every day thing suddenly became an every time he had free time thing. He quickly filled a shoebox in about a week and then just began putting them in a large cardboard box.

After school Matthew's schedule became an every day thing as well, he would walk Marie home (mostly to see Francis' home), go to the park (he wrote better at the park), then go home and write. He was completely stuck in the pursuit of Francis, which worried his brother Alfred. On long stretches of time when he'd do nothing but write and sulk, he rarely slept and ate. Alfred suggested to him that he see a doctor or therapist but he refused. Matthew felt he didn't need such things, he never did anything reckless. Besides accidentally setting the kitchen on fire he had been somewhat careful with himself.


~Time Shift~ (Into the future Slightly)

The year ticked by at a painfully slow pace, Matthew felt as if he were watching the hands of time tick before his eyes. He kept himself focused on school; he excelled in his language class, which was something that got him looked at by colleges. Never the less he kept writing and writing, someday his poems would reach Francis. He told himself that over and over as the next year drove pass. The third and the fourth flew by just as fast.

Before long he was in college and writing for a magazine in his spare time. He even wrote a few poems for Francis in his work both in school and the magazine.

"Alfred!" Called a voice from behind him. It was Arthur, a friend of his and his brother, who was calling for his brother. Matthew looked around for Alfred, he was nowhere in sight. He sighed and turned around.

"It's me Matthew." He said sighing; Francis wouldn't have gotten his name wrong. He was one of the only people that could easily tell them apart. Arthur finally caught up. He was huffing from having to run.

"What did you…say?"

"Matthew." He pointed to himself. "I am Matthew, not Alfred."

Arthur cursed under his breath then replied "I should have known since you just came from the library… Jeez. Where in bloody hell is he?"

"Do you need him for something?" He nodded. "Well he was in the dorm when I left." He smiled then took off back down the road.

Matthew sighed and continued to work. His hours weren't harsh or anything he just was interested in it… At least not anymore. There had to be something more than just this. Later, while still at work Matthew was going though his old poems, some from high school others from his fresh-man year in college. He acted on a wild thought and decided he was going to publish them. He searched online for a list of publishers and one by one he pitched his poems to them. By the end of the week he was upset and ready to give up, but he was still somewhat determined so he went to the second to last company on the list.

The office was small like the others and decorated almost the same. Matthew had just finished talking to the receptionist at the front desk. She told him that the manager was currently on break and to come back after twelve. He sat down in the lobby with his laptop and waited. Matthew sat there for what felt like hours.

Then a man came through the door followed by a smaller man. "But Ludwig~~" The bigger man looked irritated. Matthew's intuition told him that the bigger man was the manager. He stood and tapped his shoulder.

"Umm… Excuse me..." He squeaked. The man turned and looked at him. "I called earlier today…"

"Yes you did." The man opened a door to the right of them and stepped in. "Please… let's talk." Matthew smiled. This is the first time all week that they didn't just look him over or brush him off. He was actually going to get to pitch his work. During the meeting Matthew did a lot of talking, mostly because Mr. Weilschmidt asked a lot of questions. After the meeting he was strangely tired but really happy. He was officially a poet.

The fifth year went by strangely fast, besides a few missed date-lines and clumsy cluttered mornings he was fairly happy and stable.

In the sixth year Matthew was walking back to an apartment that he now shared with his brother Alfred. Without looking he was struck by a vehicle that had run a stop light and was hospitalized. He had lost his memory, everything: who his brother was, what he did, even his own name. The only thing that clung to his mind with was a mental image of his beloved, Francis Bonnefoy.

Throughout the seventh and fourteenth years, he slowly became paranoid and afraid. He knew from what his brother and his friend had told him daily. His name was Matthew and he wrote poems. But that wasn't enough he began to wonder why this man he had never met before plagued his every thought. Who was he? Why won't he let me sleep?

Chapter End~ I want the last chapter to be the build up and break down, because if you are familiar with the song the artist has a semi-dramatic pause before they say the final line of the fifteenth year. If you haven't heard the song listen to it! If you don't know Japanese find a version with English subs… You'll understand… Love Maddie

P.S. I you guys want me too, I'll add one final peom to the end~