AN: This will be a high school au (yes, I know, another one) fic.

The main/first ship will be Prucan and there will be others here and there. Also, I do not ship Usuk. If you don't like that, then leave. I can ship anything other than Usuk. Some ships in the future include Gerita, Spamano, Fruk, and others that I don't want to admit right now...

Disclaimer: I do not own like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson series and any other stories taking place in its universe, Sherlock Holmes, and BBC.

How do you spell love? You don't spell it- you feel it.

A. A. Milne

Matthew felt a tap on his neck and he didn't dare look back. He felt another tap and heard a sigh behind him.

"Mattie..."

Oh, shut up, Alfred. Matthew felt like turning and strangling his brother. He couldn't do that, though. Everybody—except for Alfred—was focusing on the current lesson. Alfred was too preoccupied with other thoughts which drove Matthew insane.

Take yesterday for example when Alfred actually had the nerve to shoot a spitball at Matthew's neck. It wasn't low, it was just plain stupid. Who shoots spitballs in high school? Actually, who even shoots spitballs these days? When Matthew caught Alfred outside the classroom and asked what he was doing, Alfred only laughed and walked away. A normal twin brother would sprint after Alfred and perform the crab hold on him or something of the sort. Matthew, though, only watched the more energetic twin prance through the hallway and get yelled at Mrs. Smith, the geometry teacher. Matthew clenched his balled fists and huffed before proceeding to walk to his locker.

Speaking of yesterday, something weird happened that day. When Matthew opened his locker, an envelope slipped out and fell at his feet. He stared at it in confusion before Francis Bonnefoy picked it up for him and let out his signature laugh.

"What's this?" Francis said teasingly. "It might be a love letter, Matthieu."

Matthew took the letter away from Francis and looked it over. It couldn't be. There is no way someone could like him. He was too invisible and far too shy to be seen or noticed. Who would ever like him? It was obviously not for him. Maybe the sender got the wrong locker. To Matthew's left was Francis. That seemed plausible... and a bit creepy. On Matthew's right was a smart Japanese boy that didn't talk much called Kiku. They talked sometimes and were starting out friends, but the both of them were very reserved causing a small wall between them. From what Matthew could truthfully see, it could be Francis, but there was a very slim chance it could be for Kiku. Matthew then remembered a very crucial fact: though Francis was popular—and slightly creepy, he never got love letters. All the girls would give their letters to him face to face. Matthew shook his head. No way! This can't be his! Who even wrote love letters these days, anyways?

"Hello, Matthew-san."

Matthew looked over to his right. Kiku greeted him with a small bow and politely smiled. His ebony hair fell and swept back when he bowed and straightened. Matthew smiled back.

"Hi, Kiku."

"How was class?"

"Fine," Matthew answered. "What's your next subject?"

"I'm having geometry next." Kiku quickly switched his books and sighed. "I'm still tired from last night."

This piqued Matthew's curiosity. "What were you doing?"

Kiku opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly shut it. He shifted to the right and saw that no one was there. "I like drawing manga."

"Oh, that's cool!" Matthew said, genuinely interested. "Can I see your work some time?"

Kiku cracked a small smile. "Sure."

Matthew enjoyed the times he got Kiku to smile like that. He seemed so sensitive and introverted. It was nice to know that not everyone in the school was immediately enthusiastic and had lots of friends. Those kids made it looks so easy being popular and liked by everyone. Everybody seemed to be always talking and moving, energetically bonding with all the students on the first day of school. Alfred was like that. He was seen almost everywhere with a smile on his face, and people liked him a lot, though he could be annoying at times. Girls even gossiped about him during breaks! Matthew's eyes shot back to the letter. Oh, no. Maybe that was what happened. A girl must have thought he was Alfred and given the letter to him instead. He sighed. How would he fix this now?

And yet, a day later, Matthew still hasn't figured anything out. Truth be told, he wasn't actually listening to the lecture at all. He was wondering how to fix the letter problem until Alfred started bothering him again. What was up with that kid?

"Alfred," the teacher called, "is something the matter?"

Alfred sat up and glanced at the teacher. "Hm?"

"Are you paying attention at all?"

"Yes."

Liar, Matthew thought. Though, he wasn't listening as well, so he couldn't judge him much. The teacher stared at Alfred before continuing the boring lecture. Matthew let out a slow sigh and rested his head on his hand. He couldn't focus on the subject at all. It didn't matter if he was talking about the lecture or the letter; he really couldn't concentrate.

After the lesson, Matthew caught Alfred's jacket and stopped him from walking away. "Alfred, I need your help."

"With what?" His brother gave him a quizzical look. Alfred moved Matthew's hand away and repeated his question in different words. "What do I need to do?"

Matthew fished the letter out of his pocket. "Um, this. I don't know why I have it." He showed the envelope to Alfred. "I have no idea who sent it, and I haven't read it yet so I don't know what's inside."

Alfred raised a brow. "Then why don't you read it?"

The other twin almost shook his head vigorously. "What if I'm not supposed to read it?"

"Well, then why do you have it?" Alfred asked. "If you're the one who receives it, you might as well read it. It's the sender's mistake if you're not supposed to be the one to get it."

They started walking down the hallway to their lockers. "O- okay." Matthew's fingers shook as he started ripping open the envelope. He slipped the letter out of the envelope and looked at Alfred. Alfred stared at the letter expectantly. Matthew opened the letter and Alfred leaned towards Matthew in order to read the letter.

Dear Matthew Williams,

Alfred glanced at his brother. "Looks like it's for you, Mattie." Matthew blushed out of embarrassment.

I've been admiring you for a while now, and I just wanted to let you know how much I like you.

-Your secret admirer

Matthew stared at the letter. There were so many things wrong with the message. First of all, it was addressed to him. Who actually knows that he exists? Second of all, it was a love letter just like he thought—and a very short and abrupt one at that. Lastly, the signature looked like the person erased and wrote over many, many times. Possibly wondering if it would be right to sign it as "Your secret admirer". Matthew didn't really blame them for the last part. If it was him, he would probably be too embarrassed to even think of writing those three words down let alone his actual name.

"Ooh," Alfred grinned, "you have a secret admirer!"

Matthew blushed. "I can't believe this."

"Can't believe what?" Francis appeared behind Matthew and grinned at the sight of the letter. "Oh? I was right. Aren't you popular?"

"I'm not popular," Matthew mumbled. He folded the letter and pushed it into the envelope. "What should I do about it?"

"I could go around asking any girls if they know anything about it," Alfred said.

"No way. That's too embarrassing." Matthew sighed as he reached his locker.

Alfred's brows furrowed together. "Then I don't know what to do! I'm heading to my locker now." He left, leaving Matthew with Francis.

"Matthew," Francis began, "all you have to do is keep receiving her letters."

Matthew bit his lip. It couldn't be that easy. It didn't make sense that he should continue thinking that the letter is a normal part of his high school life. His mind went crazy with this single letter. What if I actually know the sender? What if I'm a dense and oblivious idiot? He almost shook his head at the thought. If I was oblivious, I wouldn't have been able to even think that. Matthew then stopped. What if the sender appeared and properly confessed?

He opened his locker. No, that would never happen. At least, not now. And to his unfortunate luck, a letter fluttered out of his locker. He felt Francis' grin as the other boy switched his textbooks. Matthew picked up the letter and groaned aloud. This was not good.

"Matthew-san? Are you alright?" Kiku asked.

Matthew turned his head to Kiku and smiled. "I'm just a bit frustrated. It's no big deal."

"You can always tell me anything if you need help." Kiku returned the polite smile.

"Read it!" Francis said frantically, holding in his excitement.

Kiku looked at the envelope in Matthew's hands. "What is that?"

Matthew opened his mouth to respond, but the hyperactive Francis answered for him. "It's a love letter! Matthew has a secret admirer!"

The shy boy blushed as Francis explained the situation. Kiku listened with his eyes still hovering over the letter.

"I suggest you read the letter and take action once you know what else the admirer reveals."

Matthew nodded and opened the envelope. It was a silver-gray color like the first envelope. He pulled out the letter and gulped.

Dear Matthew,

I know that I this is the second letter I have sent, but I would like to ask a favor. Please meet me after school in the library.

-Your Secret Admirer

Matthew's stomach lurched and he felt like skipping the rest of the school day. Like the sender wrote, it was only the second letter! How could she just write a request like that on the second day?

"Guys," Matthew mumbled, "can you help me?"

Alfred shut his locker loudly. What was up with Matthew? He should have listened to him. It wasn't like Alfred was particularly angry, he just wished that Matthew could have taken up on his offer. He sighed and leaned his back on his locker, watching the other students shuffle in the hallway.

"What's up?"

He turned his head to his left and a boy with platinum blond hair appeared. The boy wasn't necessarily on good terms with Alfred, but they weren't sworn enemies. He noticed he was wearing the same gray hoodie he usually wore.

"My brother," Alfred muttered.

"What about him?" The boy opened his locker and switched books, though he never payed too much attention in class.

Alfred sighed before continuing. "Romance problems..." He saw the boy look at him strangely, and Alfred realized what he had said and the possible insinuations it could have. "Not like that!"

The boy looked away and back to Alfred. "I actually wasn't thinking of anything weird until you said that last sentence."

Alfred groaned and facepalmed. He was such an idiot! He would never let himself forget that now...

"What kind of romance problems?" The boy copied Alfred's position and watched the moving students in front of him.

"Someone sent him a love letter," Alfred answered.

The boy let out a scoff. "That would never happen to my brother."

When he said this, a boy three lockers to Alfred's right leaned back to glare at him. "What?"

"Nothing, Ludwig," the boy sang.

"Gilbert," Alfred sighed, "you're too weird."

"Hm." Gilbert looked down to the floor and studied a black skid mark. "You're one to talk."

Alfred huffed. "Shut up."

"What if your brother decides to go out with the admirer? Will you hate that person?"

Alfred furrowed his brows and grumbled. "It depends on who it is. And what she wants to do with Mattie. I'll scare her away if I have to."

Gilbert looked away before answering. "Good luck."

Matthew ran out the building quickly, trying to catch Alfred. If only he had received the letter before lunch, then he'd be able to talk to Alfred about it. He quickly muttered excuses as he ran through the crowd until he finally caught Alfred by his jacket hood.

"What-!"

"Alfred, I need to talk to you!" Matthew panted, pulling his brother back to the school.

"Why are you bringing me back to my jail cell?" Alfred mumbled, walking through the hallway.

"The sender wants to meet me," Matthew looked over to Alfred who had a surprised look on his face, "today."

"Today?!" He stopped walking and pulled Matthew back. "It's just the second day, and if the girl really wanted to meet you then she should have done so on the first day!"

"That's what I thought," Matthew said. He pushed away Alfred's hand on his arm. "But Francis said that I should just get it over with."

"Don't listen to Francis," Alfred growled. "Just because he's French, doesn't mean he's good at dating and girlfriends."

"That's not the problem," Matthew whined. "It's... because she wants to meet me."

Alfred stared at his brother incredulously. He couldn't understand what was happening with Matthew. He was never this whiny or reluctant to do something. Usually, he would talk his way out of it, but all he cared about right now was getting Alfred to find a solution. Like that would ever happen. Dream on, Mattie. "Why?"

"Because I'll definitely reject her," Matthew replied.

The twin sighed and almost hung his head in disappointment. "You shouldn't reject someone you haven't met yet. It's really rude." He studied Matthew. His body shook and his hands wrung the hem of his shirt. Something is definitely going on. He racked his brain for help. Alfred almost gasped when he reached a possible answer. "Are you-"

Matthew peered down at his phone. "Crap! I'm keeping her!" He gave Alfred one last pleading look and left to find the library. Matthew ran down the hallway, a small light inside hoping that Alfred, Francis, or anyone at all would run over to him and help.

He entered the library, looking around the bookshelves. He wondered what kind of girl this was. What did picking a library have to do with her personality? Is she studious? Maybe she likes reading. Matthew actually enjoyed the thought of having a reading buddy. If they couldn't be a couple, they could always be friends, right?

Matthew loved the library. It was quiet and he liked the smell of the inked pages. He enjoyed reading very much. When he was in elementary he finished the Harry Potter series in less than a month. He loved that series. It was what welcomed him to the world of reading. When he finished that series he continued to a fiction series about Greek mythology. He had finished reading most of the books setting in that universe in middle school. Now he liked looking at mystery. He felt like reading Sherlock Holmes mystery novels ever since he watched an episode of BBC's Sherlock, though he knew that the character personalities would differ greatly when you compare the novels with the show.

Matthew couldn't help but look at some of the books as he searched the library for the admirer. There were a few books he would like to try reading. He smiled as he felt at home. He was looking at a small table displaying a few science fiction books when he realized someone was looking at him. Matthew turned his head to see a boy sitting at a rectangular table. The boy was toying with the globe beside him as he was staring at Matthew. In front of the boy was a dictionary opened to a page defining words starting with "L".

"Hi," Matthew greeted with a polite smile. "Do you know if there is a girl waiting here?"

The boy suddenly tensed, as if realizing something. He quickly loosened up and grinned at Matthew. He shook his head. Matthew couldn't help but find the boy entertaining as he spun the globe once with his index finger and stopped it. Matthew walked a little closer. The boy had platinum blond hair and his eyes were almost too red a color. He wore a gray hoodie over a black T-shirt and plain jeans.

"So it's just you?" Matthew asked, surprised that the girl hadn't appeared yet.

"Well..." the boy said, "and you."

Matthew chuckled. The boy was... something. Wow, that was a sentence you would use when you were talking about troublesome people or people you liked. Matthew walked over to the boy and continued. "I guess we should head home then. There's no reason for me to stay if she's not here, and you shouldn't be staying here either."

There was a pause in the air, and it hovered until the boy opened his mouth. "There's always a reason to stay."

Matthew was shocked. He didn't look the type to be so mature and... thoughtful. There were reasons why you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Matthew almost groaned at his wordplay. "Like?"

The boy looked up quickly at Matthew. "You don't have to stay for the girl you were looking for. You can stay for other reasons... like reading a book."

Matthew sat down across from the boy. "What's-"

"I'm Gilbert," the boy answered. Gilbert heard a small chuckle from Matthew.

Matthew talked a little with Gilbert, but he still wondered what happened to the girl. She was the one who told him to meet at the library. She was the one who had a crush. This isn't Matthew's fault at all. It was strange how the only other person here was...

"Gilbert?"

"Yeah?" Gilbert watched as Matthew's happy expression turned a bit serious. He bit his lip as he wondered what would happen next.

"I was supposed to meet someone here..." Matthew didn't want to back down now. He stared into Gilbert's eyes to keep from turning away. Those eyes were almost too red. "Do you know that person?"

"I-" Gilbert cut himself off. He paused, knowing that something was already revealed. He stood and picked up his backpack from the floor. "I might not." He walked away hurriedly.

"Wait," Matthew said. Gilbert turned his head slightly, only to let his eyes be captured by beautiful purple circles. "If you know something," Matthew continued slowly, hoping he would get something out of Gilbert to ease his suspicions, "please tell me. You can trust me."

Gilbert was lost. He couldn't raise his voice to his usual volume. He could only stare helplessly at Matthew's eyes, believing in the boy's words. But Gilbert couldn't tell Matthew the truth. "Maybe some other time."

Matthew noticed Gilbert's lips curve upwards. He didn't grin. It was a somewhat saddened and forced smile. And when he realized that, Gilbert was already gone.

AN: I believe that this is the longest chapter I have written ever in terms of words. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review any thoughts. Your enjoyment of my writing gives me motivation. Here, have a patience cookie since I will be focusing on my other fanfiction more than this one.

I'm thinking of doing something to Gilbert... Like giving him something he never wanted. Will I actually do that?