Falsetto

Synopsis: A high school AU with CanUkr. How long can Matthew hide his life at home from his girlfriend?

Done at the request of an anon user on tumblr, but it is open to all readers!

Hope you enjoy

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

1

First period calculus; first day of school.

Matthew prepared himself mentally, gathering up his courage. He was only a freshman but had passed Math with such flying colors he was dropped into a junior class, nonetheless. He sat in the back of the class, knowing he would have trouble focusing from this point, but it would be better than being shoved around.

Class drawled on, but eventually Matthew was dismissed. He scrambled out of the door, into the hallways, and stopped dead. He knew it was stupid to stare, but he could feel his heart throb and his cheeks flush red. He had seen the most beautiful person in the entire world. She was a freshman, tucking a strand of short, brown hair behind her ear. Her eyes, glimmering like gems, looked at Matthew. She blushed in response and went past him. She smelled faintly of perfume, applied at a decent amount. Matthew stared after her, knowing full well that he was way out of her league. He had these clunky braces in his mouth, a pimply face, and was bony. He wasn't short, he was actually taller than she was, but that wasn't enough.

He sighed sadly and went to his next class.

Three classes later, French class, he met up with her again. As by chance, she sat right next to him, simply because there was no other chair. He looked pathetically at her and she smiled. She had braces too.

Matthew already knew French, but due to bad scheduling, he ended up in the same class as the other freshmen. The teacher called upon him, asking what he knew, and Matthew shamelessly replied in fluent French. Astonished, the teacher began the basic "how do you do?" and "hello" greetings.

Katyusha stared at Matthew in shock. "Wow," she said below her breath, "You really are good! Why stay here? You can get moved up to AP French!"

Matthew blushed, knowing he would regret what he was about to say, but said it anyway, "Well, I want to see you…"

She, instead of slapping him, looked away demurely. "Sit by me at Lunch."

"Okay."