Alright, so here's my first fanfiction! As you may have guessed; yup! It's PruCan, so don't like, don't read. It's simple enough.
Also, this is in dedication to my wonderful, b-e-a-utiful Kassy! Here you are, darling. I know you ship us together ;-)
"Fick Arbeiten..." I grumbled, whining about it as I usually would on a Monday morning. 'I fucking hate Mondays...' So much, infact, that the desktop almost gave way when I slammed my lecture notes down on it. The little yellow bird in the cage shrieked and flapped it wings in alarm. My expression softening, I unlatched the tiny white-wire door and scooped the bird up into my hands.
"Sorry, buddy..." I nuzzled the bird, of which I had so appropriately named Gilbird, as it hopped up onto my shoulder. It chirped happily and nibbled my earlobe.
My name's Gilbert, by the way; Gilbert Beilschmidt. I'm twenty-something years old - I can't remember because I have a shit memory- and I am awesome. Don't forget it. I'm also an albino. Again, kind of shitty because I get picked on, but kind of awesome because I'm the only kid in school. Probably even the only kid in town. Also, I have a huge confession; I hold one of the biggest crushes in the world, and it is directed towards one of my roommates.
I share a room with only three people in university; Francis and Antonio, whom I have known for my whole life, and then this other guy. He's so effeminate, that's why I call him 'Prinzesschen'. His real name, though, is Matthew Williams...Mattie, Canadian... and he probably has a really nice ass, too. Maybe I can sneak a look in the showers...
My bird still perched on my shoulder, I climbed up to my bed, pulling the covers over my feet. After a while of sitting there doing nothing in particular, I ripped the covers off and dangled them over the side. I'm so contrary. Francis and Antonio, when we first moved into our dorm, ditched me and went to share the bunkbed with eachother, leaving our Prinzesschen with me. Of course, I topped because I'm a cheeky little sod. I ruffled Gilbird's feathers, as he was now sat in my lap, and petted him fondly. I looked up to see none other than that maple-syrup loving Canadian staring right at me. I frowned,
"Was zum fick do you want?" My sentence, I realised shortly after, was half-german and half- arsed-english, simply because I was too awesome to speak just one language...or maybe just because I had worked my ass off and was too tired to think. He blushed red, just like that tomato stressball Antonio always squeezed. We all had stress balls here. Who didn't? I bet even Prinzesschen has his own. Antonio and his tomato, myself and my little yellow stressball, and then... Francis and his 'stress-boob'. Freaking pervert; he discovered porn when he was ten years old. How he did, I will never know. That bastard infected my brain. Anyhow, Matthew looked away quickly, flicking somewhat nervously through an 'OK' Magazine. I preferred 'Kerrang' myself. It was the only magazine that I could actually read cover-to-cover without getting bored.
After a short while, I noticed that I was still staring at the blonde Candian and diverted my gaze to my laptop. I loaded up 'Microsoft WordPad'. I was bored. I typed three letters: LOL.
Suddenly, a marvellous idea sprung to my awesome mind; why don't I write a story? I've always been good with creative writing, so there's no reason why I can't... I eyed the blank document wearily. Do I have a password on this thing? I clicked the controls and searched for the password settings. Hmmmm... I started typing my new password. Gilbert-loves-Mattie. I tilted my head to the side. Backspace... that so doesn't work and it's totally cheesy... I_am_awesome0310. I grinned. That's good enough. My signature phrase and my little brother's date of birth. Alright... now back to this story-writing business...
I clicked my fingers. Chapter One...