Chapter one: don't you care about me anymore?

Wake up call

Caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed.

Matthew walked along the long highway with roses in one hand and chocolates in the other, hoping that his fiancé remembered it was they're anniversary. Most likely his fiancé was sitting on his couch with his two friends, drinking beer and trying to forget about the horrible football game that was playing on the TV. Matthew smiled to himself, Gilbert was going to love the surprise. Gilbert was a big romantic, whether he liked to admit it or not, and flirted with everything that walked, it didn't bug Matthew because he didn't know about it. Gilbert had been coming home really late from work the past few days and always looked exhausted what with his outfit and hair being a complete mess afterwards. So Matthew figured, being the best boyfriend ever, he would give gilbert some roses (His favorite) along with some chocolates to cheer him up and then some wine to enjoy for the two year anniversary. Matthew hummed as he approached his home, he swung the door open and called for Gilbert, "Gill? I'm home."

No answer.

"Babe?" he tried again and walked into the bedroom, maybe Gilbert took a nap.

He gulped when he saw two figures on his bed. One was gilbert. And one was Matthew's best friend, Arthur. And trust me they weren't playing twister. Matthew heard Arthur moan an "I love you so much gill." To which Gilbert replied with a "Yeah, yeah whatever~!"

Matthew cried out in disgust hoping to make his presence known to the two on his bed.

"Matthew?" Gilbert squeaked out and hid under Matthew's nude friend.

"He is at work don't worry…" Arthur smiled down at Gilbert. "Apparently not stupid fuck!" Gilbert growled and turned his attention to Matthew. "Birdie, please I'll explain!"

Arthur turned and smirked at Matthew. "Thank god, I guess this is as good as any time to tell you. Matthew, dear, you two are over."

Over…

Over…

The words echoed in Matthew's ears until he finally processed what they meant. No, no… he loved Gilbert. This couldn't be happening… gilbert wouldn't do that to him! Right? Matthew suddenly became very angry. How could his fiancé do this to him? Didn't he know that Matthew loved him?

"Fucking piece of shit.." Matthew mumbled.

"What?" Arthur smiled, "I didn't hear you."

"I said," Matthew said loudly, raising his head up to look at Arthur with vicious eyes. "You are a fucking piece of shit whore who stole my future husband, so if you don't mind fucking bitch get the hell out of my house before I get out my rifle and it find the perfect target."

Arthur stared at Matthew in disbelief, he quickly crawled off of Gilbert and hurried towards the door. He muttered a quick goodbye and left.

"H-hey birdie…" Gilbert mumbled, looking completely terrified and extremely guilty.

"Yes Gill? Or would you prefer me to call you a dick? Maybe a fucking whore like Arthur? Or hey here's a new one Mr-so-unawesome-cant-even-fuck-me-for-a-whole-year-cause-you-were-afraid-of-hurting-me-and-now-you-cheated-on-me-in-my-own-bed-room?"

Gilbert gulped.

"Let me make this easier for you," Matthew smiled, tears streaming down his face. "You are going to get the fuck out of my house, you are going to take back your mother fucking ring, you are not going to call me, you are not ever coming to my hockey games and you are not going to ever fucking touch me again. I will never hear from you again because gilbert I hate you."

Gilbert looked up at Matthew with wide tear filled eyes. "B-but Birdie, I love you!"

"You are a liar," Matthew cried out. "You don't love me at all! You just think of me as something to fuck once a day or a maid that you can just fire whenever! I took care of you! I fed your lazy ass for five years before you finally saw that I loved you! And then you wouldn't even touch me because you were 'too afraid to hurt me' you know fucking what? Go fuck yourself in hell, because I sure as fuck won't be doing it for you."

And with that a ring was thrown and stomped on, an angry Canadian left his one true love, and a stupid German cried.

What a mess.

Don't you care about me

Anymore?

Care about me?

I don't think so,