It is an usual day, Feliks standing by his side commuting to school. Nothing ever changes and Feliks still can't reach the top rail to stabilize himself during the ride. Gilbert is much better (taller) so he can.
"Gil"
Gilbert has to cut short his much needed mind nap on the early morning bus ride. The glorious extra 15 minutes.
His colleague Feliks is sending him 'that (you have not been paying me attention) look' from under his long, blond bangs.
Ignoring him, Gilbert looks forward, outside of the window. It is a truly beautiful morning. Tuning out again unnecessary distraction.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt" It is the time Gilbert has to turn back to his coworker, lest the whole bus will witness him being scolded like a five year old.
"Yes 'mam" he brilliantly (just an opinion) retorts.
Feliks only arches his brow and turns his head to the window. Taking his turn to admire the scenery outside. It is a sign of disapproval.
A long pause of disapproval settles in. Gilbert takes this opportunity to contemplate the possibility of existence of dimensional doors in his washing machine. Since he started living alone the force (force X as he dubbed it) keeps separating his socks and swallowing half of the pairs. It must be something from outer dimension that realized how awesome of a guy he is. A secret stalker fan. Although it is quite unique to have another dimension secret stalker fan in a washing machine (but he is a great guy so it's still a possibility). Nearly out of question possibility, if parallel universes exist they are be placed at a right angel to ours. So basically it is be impossible to jump from on to another, much less appear and disappear time after time, stealing socks. Then again maybe, just maybe the insides of his washing machine were some king of strange cylindrical accelerator that could evade the obstacle of 90 degrees. Gilbert can probably develop this theory. Just to feel like an awesome physics teacher he is. He is an awesome physics teacher and an albino. That is something. (How many physics teachers have you met? probably a few during you education. How many albino physics teachers have you met?)
"Gil"
Feliks is leaning near with a conspirator look on his face. The proximity is a bit to small.
"Are ya with me now? Ok, Gil, we need to talk. Tonight, at my place?" He smiles, winks and then the bus is stopping at the school.
"Another day in this boring place" Feliks whines as they exit, most of the time he is more displeased about going to school then his students. Gilbert smirks at that realisation. The blond is walking next to him moping.
Why did Feliks become a teacher, oh yes Gilbert remembers. It's because of some pushover guy he liked at that time. It's a pity, his friend would be more happy working at some lab, preferably in cosmetics company, than with other people. He was really anxious (not with anticipation) for meeting new students every year.
"Ok, I'll see you in the evening" Gilbert waves and turns to the left corridor for his first class. He thinks of the super secret topic of their talk to come. It doesn't make him as half as excited as it would few years ago (when he still got a strange brotherly crush on the blond).
Their friendship goes all the way from high school when Feliks moved to live with his grandmother a few houses down the road from Gilbert. When they first met he was a short, shy boy.
At least he's still short.
Don't kill me. Yet another story. But I finished the draft writing of Summer time (so yes, this story is safe to be finished) and till chapter five of ARWYV (now the painful process of checking the grammar). And this been on my laptop for a long time. And I need a break.