Hey guys! Just updating a couple of chapters, because they were pretty bad. But hopefully, I should be able to make them nice and finish them now! :]
Fake another smile…
Matthew Williams wasn't a very noticeable individual. It didn't bother him much, though, and he used it to his advantage. Lots of kids and adults alike at his school would get upset, and Matthew would comfort them the best way he knew; anonymously leave a bottle of maple syrup on their doorstep, oftentimes with a note that had some sort of advice on whatever they were going through. Each was signed with 'Mattie.'
No one knew just who Maple Mattie—as he had been dubbed by the school—was, but many loved him. Half the women at the school claimed to be in love with him, but Matthew wouldn't give up the anonymity for anything. He knew that if he told everyone who he was, he would just turn into his step-brother, Alfred. Alfred had a huge ego (honestly, how can an ego that big fit in a head that small, unless Alfred had no brain… That would make sense) and a typical jock attitude to fit. No, Matthew would never become like Alfred.
On March thirty-first, Matthew realized there wasn't a single person who looked even remotely upset. That hadn't happened in the two years Matthew had been Maple Mattie, so he had no clue what to do. Thus, he ended up in the library.
"I don't understand…" The wheat-blond murmured as he sat in a red armchair in a secluded corner. He was speaking to the small stuffed polar bear he had received from his papa as a child. It was worn from years of use, a button eye missing. His expression still looked as though he was asking 'who are you?' like always. "No one's sad, Kumanito…"
He supposed that would be a good thing, but his thoughts were soon cut off by a warm body sitting on top of him as though he didn't exist. The Russian exchange student was said body.
"Um, excuse me?" Matthew murmured softly, though Ivan didn't hear him.
"Hey, commie! Get off him!" Another student with stark white hair and ruby eyes came up, glaring. "I said-"
"Calm down, da?" Ivan got up. "I'm up."
"Now go away." The albino growled, to which Ivan obeyed. He stared after the Russian while Matthew kept his lilac-eyed gaze locked uncertainly on the floor.
"Was zer hölle?" The other teen muttered in German, running a hand through his white hair before turning to Matthew. "Hey, I'm Gilbert."
"M-Matthew…" The blond said quietly, still not looking up.
"Why'd you let him sit on you?"
Matthew simply shrugged, as he finally looked up. The German was dressed in a ratty black hoodie with an eagle on the chest, and old jeans. All in all, he looked rough. However, he smirked at the blond cockily.
"Like what you see?" Gilbert's eyebrow raised a bit, making Matthew blush and look back down.
Matthew curled in on himself, clutching the bear to his chest tightly. Gilbert sighed and took a piece of paper from a nearby table, quickly scribbling something on it. Then, he handed it to Matthew, and walked away. Curiously, Matthew looked down at it.
"Give me a call when you're not shocked by my awesomeness, okay?" It read. Under the words were a series of numbers.
"Oh…" Matthew breathed.