When I walk into school, I get greeted by my friend, Antonio.

"Hey Gil, what's up? Haven't seen you around here in a while!" he says, slinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Well, I thought you all could use some of my awesomeness since I haven't been here. Anything new happen?"

"Lovi's letting me bring him to the dance!" he exclaims.

"There's a dance?" I try not to sound interested, but if there was a dance soon, I could ask the little blonde kid I was crushing on.

"Yeah, tonight. Are you coming?"

"I may grace you with my awesomeness. Where's Francis?"

"Detention. Oh, I'll see you later." He goes over to a grumpy looking Lovino who had just walked around the corner. That leaves me free to look around for my crush.

Unfortunately, I don't find him. Lucky for me, he's in a few of my classes.

/ I get to my third period early, hoping to see him. He's not there, and he comes in, unnoticed, when class starts. I probably wouldn't notice him if he didn't sit next to me.

Birdie, you know there's a dance tonight?

I slip him the note. After a few minutes, I get the paper back with his handwriting on it.

Yeah so? And you know this isn't an empty desk?

I smile and write back:

Of course I do. Do you know when the dance starts?

Eight maybe. I'm not really sure. Why do you want to know?

I'll pick you up around 7:40. Make sure you're ready

What? You'll pick me up around 7:40?

You can read. That's when the awesome me will be at your house.

He doesn't respond, and at the end of class, I go after him in the hall and grab his hood so he won't escape.

"P-please l-let me g-go." he says. I put my hand on my shoulder, standing next to him.

"Be ready, Ok Birdie?"

"Uh, M-matthew."

"Alright Matthew. Be ready for me." I gently stroke his cheek before walking off to my next class.

/ At the end of the day, I look around for Birdie again. I again fail to find him. Francis comes over to me while I walk towards my car.

"Gil, are you taking zomeone to ze dance?"

"Well, I guess."

"Ohononon. Good for you mon ami." And with that, he leaves to a group of girls. I sigh, shaking my head, and walk off to my car again, but I run into someone.

"S-sorry." he quietly stutters, already walking away. It's Birdie. I smile at him.

"I'll see you in a few hours." I tell him before I go off to my car.

A few hours later, I look myself over in the mirror, making sure I look really awesome for Birdie. Ludwig comes down the hallway and sees me fussing over my hair.

"I've never seen you so nervous before."

"I'm not nervous. Don't you have to go pick up an Italian?" I snap at him.

"I'm sure your date will like it." he tells me before he leaves. But what does he know? He doesn't know if Birdie will like this, even though I look awesome.

I wait a few minutes after Ludwig leaves before I do. I'm a bit late because of that. I sort of lose my way a bit, but I make it to Birdie's house. I walk up to his door, my nervousness gone, and knock. After a minute the door opens.

A tired Birdie stands in front of me with the start of some bedhead in boxers and a really baggy, black tee shirt. He blinks a few times and rubs his one eye, looking at me.

"Kesesese, you're not going to the dance like that, are you?" I joke. His eyes grow wide in surprise.

"H-huh? Y-you weren't k-kidding about that?" I shake my head and he runs upstairs, probably to his room. I wonder why he was so surprised for a second before deciding he forgot as I wander into his kitchen. I look through his fridge, but I don't see anything particularly appetizing, so I go wait for him in the living room.

A few minutes later, Birdie comes down in gray jeans, his red hoodie, and a pair of converse. He fixed his hair up a bit so it wasn't messed up. Well, it wasn't a formal dance, so that would work.

I grab his hand and take him to my car. While I drive down to the school, Birdie looks out the window, half asleep. When we get there, I shake his shoulder to make sure he's still awake.

"Yeah?" he asks before he yawns.

"Just making sure you're awake. Come on." He looks uncertain as I bring him to the school and even more worried when I get him in the dance. "You OK?" He nods, so he probably is.

Before long, I find my friends. We mingle, dance, and I'm having a good time, but an hour or so later I realize Birdie isn't with me.

"Have you guys seen Birdie?" Antonio shakes his head, uncaring since he's with Lovino.

"Zat bird on your 'ead? No, I 'ave not zeen 'im. Where is 'e?" Francis asks.

I shake my head. "No, not Gilbird. He's here, just relaxing. The small blonde kid. Red hoodie. He's Alfred's brother."

"Mathieu? When I asked if 'e was coming, 'e said 'e 'ad too much to do to come."

"Right. Well, I'll be back, maybe." I go around looking for Birdie, but instead I find Alfred with some of his friends. "Alfred, where's your brother?" I ask, walking up to him.

"My bro? At home. He's probably falling asleep or workin' on a project."

"Alfred, how'd ya get here so fast?" One of his friends on the football team asks before I can say anything.

"Dude, what are you talking about?"

"You were just outside. You ignored me and I hit you. Remember?"

"No."

"You were just there. By the bench on the phone."

"Dude, ya had too much to drink?" Alfred laughed, patting him on the back. Birdie must have got mistaken for Alfred…