Where to start, where to start? First off, this fic is based off an ongoing RP between Darxetta and I. So, expect it to be a bit long. Hopefully you will be able to stay without being bored to tears.

I guess this can be called a Slice of Life AU? Maybe. I'm not too sure. Either way, human names will be used, including names that aren't official, along with unofficial characters.

I could of submitted this three days ago. But the damn name was a pain. In. The. Ass.

The title is taken from the song "For The First Time" by The Script. Awesome song, bro. Look it up.

Hope you enjoy.

A bright sun. Puffy white clouds. Chirping birds. Laughing children.

A regular day.

Matthew Williams sat in a swing, barely moving back and forth. His mind wandered off every once in a while, only to be broken by the squeal of a happy child. His hands clutched the chains that held the swing up and he leaned back so he could stare at the sky, making sure not to make direct eye contact with the blazing sun. Birds flew over his head, their voices quiet, then loud, then quiet once more. He wanted them to sing a song, but he knew that only happened in the movies.

Sighing, he sat upright in the swing again, lowering his head to stare at his feet. Matthew honestly had no idea why he had come out here today, but he just felt something burning in his chest, encouraging him to go the park in a small voice. He almost regretted it now, since there was absolutely nothing to do.

His brother, Alfred, was supposed to pick him up soon. But knowing the active, easily excited teenager, it would be another few hours or so. Matthew considered walking home, but decided against it, considering the blazing heat. It wasn't usually this hot in Massachusetts during the Spring, but Matthew dealt with it. The only thought that really crossed his mind about it was the large, red hoodie he wore and how he felt he was going to suffer from a heatstroke. So, before that happened, he removed the article of clothing, taking a deep breath as the air, despite its warm temperature, hit his now bare arms. He straightened out his red t-shirt and set the hoodie on the ground, then continued to stare at his feet, feeling drained of all energy.

During the time he was at the park, no child came to say hi to him as they usually would with Alfred. Matthew always felt like a social outcast. Especially around his popular brother, who used Matthew as a playful punching bag. Not that Matthew wasn't used to it. He completely was, as he had been ever since he and his father moved in with Alfred and his mother when Matthew was three. Plus the whole thing about being mistaken for his brother a lot. Despite having different parents, they really did look similar. Uncanny coincidence that he utterly despised.

Another sigh escaped Matthew's lips. His one wish was to be noticed by someone, even if for a brief moment.

But he doubted that day would come.

Matthew's ears caught the faint hum of a familiar tune. It was gradually getting closer and more audible. What was the tune...Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Yes, that had to be it. Matthew could recognize it anywhere. It had always been one of his favorites as a child. And, for a fact, it still was. His felt his vocal cords begin to vibrate as he hummed along with it, closing his eyes and swaying back and forth to the light beat. A moment later, he reopened them to find the source of the music. It was coming from another man who only looked to be a bit older than Matthew. Not that he cared much about that. It was his hair.

His hair.

It was a pure white with a silvery shine to it, and his skin was pale to match. Perhaps it was dyed. No, no. That couldn't be it. The skin was much to light.

Now Matthew knew what albinos were, but he had never actually seen one up close. The one thing he realized about them though was that they always seemed to be beautiful. And boy, this one was. Matthew's cheeks heated up slightly and he looked away, trying to make his shoes more interesting than the other man. By doing that, he didn't notice when the albino sat in one of the swings a little ways from him. Matthew heard the squeak of the old chains and glanced over. Now that he had gained a better view, he took note of the pinkish red eyes the other sported. It was hard to keep from staring. Matthew jumped slightly when the other began to speak, or, would you rather, mumble to himself.

"Dates...Feliciano...Luddy...dates..." was all the albino said, pouting as he kicked a rock with his foot lightly. Matthew lifted his head slightly, recognizing the name Feliciano. Perhaps he was talking about Feliciano Vargas, a senior in his high school who was well known for his laid back, ditzy attitude and his perpetually happy view on life. He was charmer, but most of the girls knew better than to go after him. Especially since he was dating that sophomore, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Matthew would wonder at times how those two even came to be a couple, what with their completely conflicting personalities, but it didn't particularly interest him.

Matthew snapped out of his train of thought and sighed in relief inwardly, thankful that this other man hadn't noticed Matthew staring at him. Instead, he was still muttering unhappily to himself, his cheeks puffed up.

"I guess he is talking about Feliciano," Matthew concluded, looking away. He didn't realize he had said this thought out loud until the albino's red eyes were set upon him.

"You know Feli?" the man asked, his voice sounding somewhat scratchy. Matthew stiffened. Even if he had said that out loud, he certainly didn't expect anyone to hear him. He looked towards the white haired man, nodding slightly. "So you're in his grade or something?"

"Um, no, I'm not. I'm actually one year behind him," Matthew explained. "We're in the same P.E. class."

"Oh." That was the only response Matthew was given. It was quiet for a few minutes, which Matthew was relieved about. He had a habit of getting nervous easily. "So, you're what? Seventeen?" Matthew glanced at him. He heard an accent, but couldn't decipher what it was. It sounded a lot like Ludwig's. German?

"Uh, yes," he answered, not exactly wanting to talk to him. It felt really strange, talking to a complete stranger. And yet, for some unknown reason, Matthew was the one to ask the next question. "How do you know Feliciano?"

"He's dating my little bro," the man told him.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt?"

"Yep, that's him."

"I see..." Matthew trailed off, not sure of what to say next. Another silence settled between them. Of all the times he had to be noticed, why now? He didn't get the best vibe from this guy.

"I'm Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt." Matthew turned his head to look at Gilbert, whose face was turned away from him. Matthew remained quiet, merely staring at the man. Gilbert glanced at him, smiling slightly. "What about you?" Matthew blushed lightly, realizing he must of looked foolish.

"I'm, um, I'm Matthew Williams," he answered, glancing away from Gilbert, obviously flustered.

"Nice to meet ya."

"Um, same here." Matthew dared not look at him, fearful that Gilbert was silently mocking him.

Ring ring.

Saved by the phone. Matthew hurriedly pulled his phone from his pocket and opened it, said a few words, then closed it. He stood up and grabbed his hoodie off the ground and wiped his forehead. He didn't realize how sweaty he had gotten. Was it okay for Gilbert to be out? He had heard it wasn't good for albinos to be in the sun. Then again, he wasn't an expert on them or anything. He began to walk away, then turned around. Why he felt the need to explain to Gilbert why he was leaving, he had no idea.

"I'm sorry. I have to go," he explained, frowning when Gilbert didn't even look at him. Instead, the other man said a simple goodbye. Matthew looked down, then turned and scampered off. From what he could hear behind him as he went away, Gilbert seemed to be talking to himself again.

"Well, whatever! I'm still awesome!" Matthew looked back, seeing that Gilbert was now swinging highly, laughing loudly and rather obnoxiously. Matthew shook his head. He always met the strange ones. And he hoped he wouldn't meet this one again. Yet, in the very pit of his stomach, he knew that this wasn't the last time he would see Gilbert.

He just had no idea how much would happen in his life because of this man.

Bleh. First chapters always sucks. Hopefully they'll be better as the story progresses.

Sorry if I have shitty grammar. Really, I am. I try to be better. It just doesn't work.

By the way, "Cheap Bottles Of Wine" really has nothing to do with the story at the moment. I'll see what I can do to make it fit.

Favorites and story alerts make me a happy bitch. Reviews make me cry happy tears. For cereal, bro. For cereal.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed~!