Hey bros, this sucks but I promised a friend Prucan like a year ago and yeah I work on it all the time and it's finally getting somewhere uh...yeah. "childhood friends that have a fall out" this is what's going on yupppppp I don't know what I'm doing I'm sorry

Gilbert stumbled out of the car, giggling a bit and waving goodbye as the car drove off. His head was light and felt like it was trying to move faster than the rest of him which made walking rather difficult. It didn't help that the rest of the world seemed to be floating. Hanging out with his "friends" always left him feeling this way. More stumbling brought him to the front steps of his house where he was vaguely surprised to find a short blond boy sitting there. He grinned widely and plopped down next to him.

"Birdie! Wassuuuuuuup?"

Matthew, his best friend of 6 years, had his arms crossed over his chest and a worried expression on his face. At least it looked like a worried one, Gilbert's fuzzy brain wasn't sure.

"Where have you been Gilbert? We were-"

Gilbert found himself focusing on the other boy's lips as he started speaking, not hearing what was being said to him at all. Matt sure has a cute face. Not ugly like his brother. His lips look really soft. I wonder if they are...I should-

"Gil, wha' er you doin'?"

"Huh?" Gilbert's train of thought was derailed. He had his hand extended and his fingers on Matthew's lips making it hard for the blond to talk. Matthew pushed Gilbert's hand away from his face.

"Why are you touching my lips?"

"Was I?"

Matthew's worried look was replaced by one of annoyance. "Gil, are you high or something? You smell and your eyes are really red."

"I'm albino, my eyes are always red."

"Shut up, you know that's not what I mean."

What color are Matthew's eyes? Gilbert leaned forward to look into Matthew's eyes, personal space never an issue with him and even less so at the moment, what with his mind jumping all over the place. I thought they were blue but they're...purple? Is that purple? How come I didn't notice that before?

"Gil?" Matthew was used to Gilbert's disregard for personal space but having the older teen this close was making him uncomfortable.

His lips were really soft, though. And his forehead wrinkles when he frowns, that's cute. What if Matt is really a girl, that would explain why he's so cute. I should-

"Gil!"

"Huh?" Both of Gilbert's hands were on Matthew's chest, lightly clutching the front of the red hoodie he was wearing.

"Is 'huh?' all you can say? And stop touching me!" He brushed Gilbert's hands away and stood up, leaving the stairs to stand in front of his friend. "Where have you been all day? You didn't come home last night and your parents thought you were with me until I called looking for you this morning. I even called Francis and you know I hate doing that."

"I was with some friends."

"That's what he told me, but which friends?"

Gilbert stared blankly at his hands and didn't respond. Matthew took a deep breath and tried to resist the urge to throttle the other teen; it took a lot to make Matthew angry but Gilbert was pushing the limit. He couldn't tell if the other boy was ignoring him or had just zoned out completely.

"Hey, Birdie," Gilbert looked up from his hands and flashed him a lopsided smile. "Isn't your brother's birthday in a few days?"

Matthew cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yes...why?"

"We gotta do something good this year. I wasn't around on the fourth last year so we gotta make up for it!" Gilbert stood up and lunged at Matthew, missing him entirely. After nearly face planting into the grass, he turned back towards Matthew and latched onto the other boy's sweatshirt again. "Whoa, dude, don't move so fast, I'm gonna fall."

"I didn't move, Gil."

"No, you totally did. So about your brother's birthday." He brought his arms up around Matthew's neck and let all of his weight fall on the shorter boy, nearly pulling them both down. "Aren't you guys twins? I forget."

"Yeah..."

"You have different birthdays though, I remember. When is your birthday, Birdie?"

Gilbert suddenly found himself in the grass after all. Matthew had turned and shoved him away, and in Gilbert's high-as-a-kite state he couldn't manage to catch himself. He crashed into the ground, hard, and found himself staring up at the stars in a daze. "Owww..."

"It's today."

Matthew's voice was quiet, quieter than usual. Gilbert sat up slowly, holding his head. Miraculously, it felt clearer; smacking your head into the ground could do wonders, apparently. He cocked his head to the side and looked up at Matthew with a puzzled expression. "What's today?"

The slightly confused and annoyed expression Matthew had been wearing changed to one of pain. He stared at Gilbert for a moment longer, sad violet eyes into confused crimson ones, before turning away slowly and walking back towards his own house.

"Wait, Birdie, where are you going?" Gilbert scrambled to his feet and followed him. Matthew sped up when he heard Gilbert calling after him and had already reached his front door when the other boy caught up. "What was that shove for? That hurt you kno-"

"Mattie!" The front door opened to reveal Matthew's twin, Alfred, standing there wearing a sparkly party hat. The grin on his face dropped when he saw Gilbert standing behind his brother. "Oh, hey, you found Beilschmidt. 'Bout time you showed up, Mattie wasted his entire birthday looking for you."

Gilbert no longer felt light and fuzzy. That feeling was replaced by a heavy weight in his chest as sudden understanding came to him.

"Birdie...I'm sorry."

Matthew didn't turn around. He pushed past his brother and into the house, disappearing up the stairs. Gilbert tried to follow but Alfred blocked his way. He may have been younger and shorter, but he'd also been playing football since he was five; Gilbert didn't stand a chance against him. Once again, he found himself flat on his back in the grass.

"We've had an understanding ever since you moved in and my brother decided you were worth his time," Alfred said menacingly as he stood over Gilbert; for a 14 year old he could actually be pretty scary when he wanted. It was a trait he and his brother shared. "You don't ever make him feel bad and you never tell him he looks like a girl because even though he does, he doesn't like it. You're never around anymore, and I figured this one was a given, but spending time with him on his birthday is the job of his best friend. "

"I know, I'm sorry! I got distracted and I forg-"

"Don't even try to say you forgot because you know that ain't gonna fly with me. 'I forgot' is never something you say to Mattie and you know it." Alfred hauled Gilbert off the ground by the front of his shirt and marched him across the yard back to his own house. He shoved Gilbert up the stairs and onto the porch where he rang the doorbell repeatedly. Barking dogs followed by a disgruntled Ludwig met them at the door.

"I found your brother." Alfred shoved the taller teen forward and he staggered into Ludwig's chest. "He smells like alcohol and weed and I'm pretty sure he's higher than Mount Everest. Have fun." He turned around and left Gilbert to his fate.

I accidentally made myself high once by taking too many pain meds and I ran into 2 walls and had to lay on the couch for 3 hours (where I blogged about it) after which I ate an entire pizza and then went to work fun story

I'm so good at this writing thing pfff

Gil's in trouble next time

whenever that is