Matthew walked through the school halls at the end of the day. 'Alfred was SUPPOSED to wait for me but I guess he forgot… again.' Matthew sighed. 'Not even my own brother notices me. It's not my fault, either! I try for everyone to see me but I guess I just not worthy of being noticed.'
He sighed again as he passed the music room and heard a guitar strum. "Eh?" Matthew slowly opened the door. Even if he made it break the wall the person inside probably wouldn't notice. But, when the door closed behind him, Matthew looked up and saw the red eyes of his long time crush looking back at him. Then, Gilbert opened his mouth and started to sing.
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around...
Matthew stared curiously at Gilbert who was staring at him longingly and lovingly. This made Matthew shiver since he had never been stared at that way before. 'He wouldn't sing this to Alfred… does he actually see me?'
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
That last line nearly made Matthew cry. If he hadn't love Gilbert before, he definitely did now.
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same
He never thought that Gilbert was ever insecure. He always acted out and never seemed to care what others thought of him. 'I guess even the strongest people have their problems.
'Plus. I know my self-esteem isn't high but what can I do? The only people I'm 'friends' with still confuse me with Alfred!'
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
'I am nothing.' Matthew thought before he realized that Gilbert had stopped playing the guitar.
You're fuckin' perfect to me
The world stares while i swallow the fear
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice-cold beer
So cool in lying and I try, try, try
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
String ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
He walked up to Matthew and hugged him while finishing the last part of the song.
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less then, fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing you're fuckin' perfect, to me
You're perfect
You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please don't you ever ever feel like you're less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you're nothing you're fucking perfect to me.
As soon as he finished, Gilbert kissed Matthew. Matthew was surprised but kissed back.
"Matthew, I like you. You're fucking perfect to me. I understand is you don't think I am as 'awesome' as I think I am but…"
"Gil…" Matthew said stopping Gilbert mid-thought. "You're fucking perfect to me, too."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I didn't. I was going to play anyways but when you came in it was fate or somethin'"
Matthew laughed at this.
"I love you, Gil."
"Love you too, Birdie."
Matthew enjoyed being held in Gilbert's embrace as he thought 'Maybe Alfred could forget me again if I get to be with Gilbert like this.'