Michelle = Seychelles. I wanted to make that clear before you read. I hope you enjoy!

About two years ago, I fell in love with this one girl. Her name is Michelle, but I like to call her Shelly. We've been together for almost two years, and for the past month, I've been working up the nerve to finally take the next step. I was finally going to propose.
It would be nice, to finally be happy. She understands me. I'm often ignored by the others, or mistaken for my brother, Alfred. Shelly is often ignored by the others as well, and that's one of the reasons why we got along. She's beautiful, funny, caring, and just absolutely perfect. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with her.

I finally found the perfect ring for her. My brother recommended me to a jewelry store and even got me a discount, so I'll have to thank him later. The ring is beautiful. There are three diamonds on it: a large one two smaller ones beside it, all giving off a blue color. The ring resembles a dolphin in a way, the way it is shaped. I just know she will love it.
I was thinking of proposing to her tonight, but as I was driving away from the store, I began to feel a little nervous. Well, why rush anyway?
Suddenly, I hear my phone ring in my pocket. I lifted it to see the caller ID. It's my brother.
"Hello?" I said once I answered.
"Yo, Mathew! Dad wants us to come over and have dinner together. You can bring your girl if ya want." he said.
"Oh, sure. Shelly has to take care of some business tonight, so she won't be able to come over, but I'll be there." I said. It's been a while since I met up with my family.
"Alright! We're gonna have dinner at my place. And don't worry, I won't let Arthur touch the food." he spoke quickly, clearly excited that we were about to have a reunion.
"Okay. What time should I be there?" I asked. I glanced at the clock in my car. It was 5:36 PM.
"We agreed on 6:30, unless that doesn't work with you." he said.
"I'll be there," I said.
"Cool! I'll let them know! It's just gonna be us four, like the old days," he said.
"Like the old days," I repeated.

I drove home so that I can change my clothing into something a little more decent. It's been a while since we've had time to spend as a family. Just my fathers Francis, Arthur, my brother Alfred and I.
I decided I would take the ring with me so I could show them. I don't think my parents even know the news yet.
I got into the car and drove to Alfred's house. When I rang the doorbell, I heard the sound of a dog barking, followed by the pitter patter of the dog's footsteps and toenails hitting the hardwood floor as he ran to the door, barking the entire way. Then I was greeted by my brother, who opened the door for me.
"Glad you could make it, Mattie!" he said.
I smiled and nodded, and walked into the living room, where Arthur and Francis sat on the couch, watching TV. They looked up when I entered and smiled. Francis walked over to me and gave me a hug, one of those hugs that always made me accepted. Arthur walked up and put his hand on my head.
"It's been a while. I'd almost forgotten how tall you are," he said.
"Food's almost ready," Alfred called out from the kitchen. I could smell soup from the kitchen.
"It's great to see you again, mon fils," Francis said.
"It's good to see you guys too," I replied happily. I decided to check out what Alfred was cooking. I'm surprised it wasn't his usual burgers.
"I see you're making dinner, eh?" I said as I approached my brother.
He turned and smiled. "You sound surprised," he said.
"You don't normally cook, but when you do, you usually make burgers," I said, chuckling at my own joke.
"Come 'ere," he said, beckoning me.
I walked over to where he was. There was chicken soup, macaroni and cheese, and some rice.
"I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing," he said, shaking his head. "All this here, was basically an excuse to reunite us. The mac and cheese came out well, though."
"Well, there's not much to it when you make it from the box," I said, pointing at the abandoned mac and cheese box.
"Well, like I said, this is just to reunite us. It's been, well, lonely." he replied quietly.
"It's an Anglo-Français de Petite Vénerie," he replied.
"A, what?" I couldn't possibly keep up with that. "Quite a complicated name,"
"Sounds complicated, but it's basically a French and English hybrid, to put it simply," Arthur explained, with a heavy British accent. "This git only makes it sound that much difficult,"
Francis laughed. "He asked what it was, no?"
"What's his name?" I asked, before they started one of those weird fights.
"Avery. It's a cool name for this little guy, right?" Francis said.
"Cool."
I walked over to the dining room table. No need to set it up, since it was already as neat as it could be. It's a mahogany rectangular table with two seats on each side. This is the same table we used to dine at when we were little.
"Food's comin'!" Alfred yelled as he approached the diner table with plates full of food.
Everyone sat down and began to eat. The soup came out really well, I couldn't believe it.
"So how are you and Kiku, Alfred?" Arthur asked curiously.
Kiku was a Japanese man Alfred had fallen in love with a while back ago, but some people thought that it was an odd couple, considering the whole, WWII thing.
"It's nice. We're gonna go to a sushi place and he's gonna have me try some new foods. It'll be fun," Alfred replied with a smirk.
"You guys are just fluffy together! I'm glad you two are happy!" Francis said chuckling.
"Er, fluffy?" Alfred repeated, confused.
"You know, cute? Like a cute couple?" Francis said, but Alfred only returned a blank stare.
"No? Okay then. How are you Mathew?" Francis asked, shifting his attention from my brother.
"Oh. Remember that girl I've been going out with for the past year or two?" I said, building up to the news.
"Oui. Go on," Francis said, anticipating my next words.
"Well, I decided I'm going to propose to her tomo-"
"Je ne peux pas y croire!" Francis shouted in French. "Oh, it's lovely! It's about time! Huh Arthur! This is beautiful! Oh mon fils est devenu un homme!" He began saying some things in French and English, I couldn't keep up anymore.
"That's wonderful Mathew!" Arthur said, trying to be overheard by Francis' moment of joy. Even Avery started barking.
"Wait, did you say tomorrow?" Alfred asked, disregarding our fathers.
"Um, yeah. I'm a little nervous, so I figured to just put it off for tomorrow. Why rush, right?" I said, quickly realizing that my idea of procrastination didn't look too good.
"Dude! Don't put it off! You chicken!" he shouted, launching a piece of chicken from his soup to my face, I guess to emphasize his words. "You love her, don't you? Do it when ya get home!"
I wiped my face from the chicken that was thrown in my face.
"Although I agree with your point, it doesn't give you any right to throw food at your brother," Arthur shouted.
"What? It's my food. I cooked it, I can do what I want with it," he said, launching another piece of chicken into my face with his spoon.
"Well, it is your food after all. Maybe I should return some to you, since it does belong to you anyway," I said, launching the same chicken he launched back to him.
"Now now, let's not be messy," Arthur said, trying to stop the oncoming destruction.
"Is that so? I made it for you, so here, have some food!" Alfred yelled, now flinging mac and cheese at me.
I was about to throw my bread at his face, when suddenly, a spoonful of rice flew right into his glasses, covering the lenses almost entirely.
"The hell?" Alfred said, confused, not knowing where that had come from. He wiped his glasses, and placed them back on, only for them to be covered in rice again. I turned to look who was throwing the rice, and found Francis laughing with his spoon in his hand.
"You start a food fight, I'll join, mon fils," he said laughing.
"Please! You're setting a bad example! You should be stopping this!" Arthur yelled. And almost in complete synchronization, all three of us threw food from our platter at him. He looked like he would explode at any moment. And then he got up, and just, left.
We were all quiet for a moment, realizing that what we had just done was pretty messed up and immature. Suddenly, he returned with biscuits and began throwing them at us. He threw them with so much force it hurt.
"I knew you couldn't resist!" Francis shouted, launching food bits at him with his spoon.
"Shut your bloody face about that or I'll launch the dog at you!" Arthur yelled.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but at that same moment, I launched chicken directly into his mouth. Alfred started laughing so hard, he literally fell off of his seat. I've never actually seen someone do that before. I thought that stuff only happened on TV and such.

The dinner ended in laughter, and after we cleaned up our mess, Francis and Arthur left, taking Avery with them. Alfred stopped me at the door.
"Make sure you get there early, and propose to her tonight, y'here me?" he said, hand on my shoulder.
I nodded. "I will. Thanks for the food. I hope we can do this again sometime."
"Yeah. It was fun, even though most of the food was all over the place," Alfred laughed. "Well, I'll see ya later."
"Bye,"

I got into my car and began to drive home. It was 7:17 PM. Shelly should be home by now. She thinks I'll be home at 8:30 PM, but I'll get there early and surprise her. I just know she'll love it.
I parked my car once I got home, and was beginning to open the front door when my pet polar bear opened for me.
"Welcome back!" he said in his high pitched voice.
"Thanks Kuma-" Shoot. I forgot his name again. "Er, um thanks. Is Shelly home?"
He nodded and pointed to the bedroom door. I walked over to the door, passing by the mirror. I realized that my white shirt had been stained in the food fight, so I buttoned up my jacket, covering it up. I'll change later.
I was about to reach for the door handle when I heard voices. Her voice, and someone else's. Maybe she's just watching TV.
I put my hand in the pocket with the ring, and the other on the door handle. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a squealing sound from Shelly. I was just about to say hello when I realized what I was seeing.
The lights were dimmed, and Shelly was in the bed, covered by the white sheets. Her beautiful smooth skin shimmered in the dim light. I saw the lovely features on her flawless face, which wore a shocked, yet guilty look. She wasn't wearing a shirt, and neither was the man sitting in the bed beside her.
I took a step back, as the whole situation hit me. That man. I recognized him quickly, with his brown hair and that curl that resembled one of the Vargas. Lovino. I took another step back, and my head began to hurt. There was this churning feeling in the pit of my stomach as the scene displayed before me made more sense. I had just walked right into an affair.
I looked down, clenching my fists and squeezing my eyes shut, forcing my tears to stay away.
"M-Mathew…" she said, unable to finish her sentence.
I tried to speak, so many things I want to say, but I couldn't find my voice.
"Get. Out." I finally said.
"Mattie-"
I looked up, using every ounce of strength to show no emotion.
"Get OUT!" I shouted, pointing my finger towards the door.
Both her and Lovino jumped at the sound of my voice. I've never yelled in front of anyone before, and yes, I can yell. Like Alfred, I can be really loud. They quickly put on whatever clothing they were missing, and I waited for them to leave my house.
"Mathew, I-" she began.
"I SAID GET OUT!" I shouted once more, and I dug my fingernails into my hand. "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN!"
I failed at trying to keep an emotionless face, because at that moment, I felt a tear escape my right eye. They ran out of the house, and it wasn't until I heard the door slam shut when I looked at my hand. I had dug my fingernails into my skin so deep, that I made myself bleed. But I didn't feel any pain from it at all. All I felt was hatred, betrayal, and sadness.
I felt so much anger at this moment, I couldn't possibly keep it in. And then I lost it.
It was like I was standing outside of my body, watching me. I grabbed the nearest object - which happened to be my favorite hockey stick - and began to destroy everything in the house. I started with the mirror, smashing it in, then the doors, pictures of me and her, everything. I was so angry and sad I didn't even care how jacked up the place got. It wasn't until I swung the stick and it flew out of my hands and out the window. Then I just started tearing everything apart with my bare hands, seeing as blood from my fingers was spread everywhere. I couldn't even believe I was throwing such a tantrum.
I finally slumped down against the wall, drunk with my own sobs. I then took the ring and gave one last look at it before tossing it out the window. I sobbed, knowing that my immature tantrum was stupid, and that I shouldn't be crying. I was acting so stupid I was embarrassed of myself.
I stopped my useless sobs for a moment and stared, looking at the damage I had done to my own home. Then I looked down at my hands, which needed some medical attention. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't Something in me shattered. And it wasn't going to heal. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my head began to hurt even more. Then everything went black.