A/N: I seriously just love digging myself a grave by taking on huge challenges and sctuff Dx
Well, I'm doing the 100 Themes Challenge (or loosely attempting) Hopefully, I'll have time to write and upload, and I'm going to try my hardest to finish. If I do, I'll probably bake myself a cake ^-^

P.S: It's best if you use the 3/4 view. Enjoy! :D

1: Introduction

Faint voices could be heard outside as Matthew lazily stretched, yawning in the process. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at a nearby clock. 7:45. I still have a little more than an hour to get to class. As he got out of bed, he slipped on his slippers and headed over to the fridge, grabbing leftover pancakes and heating them up in the microwave. As his pancakes were in the microwave, Matthew trudged towards the TV, turning it on.

"Now, for today's headlines," the reporter announced. Matthew took his now fluffy, warm pancakes and lathered on an unhealthy amount of maple syrup, indulging in his breakfast.

"And don't forget, today's Daylight Saving's Time, so turn your clock ahead one hour!"

Matthew's eyes widened. "Crap!" He mumbled, mouth full of pancake. Hurriedly, he grabbed his red hoodie and the closest pair of pants, slipped on his shoes, and grabbed his bag. He looked back at the clock. 7:55 (actually, 8:55) and looked longingly at his pancakes. His first class, Canadian History, was 3 hours long, and he knew he wouldn't survive on a near empty stomach. Hastily, he put his pancakes in a styrofoam box and headed out the door.

He whizzed past groups of people, softy muttering a 'sorry' every time. It didn't matter; people, for as long as he could remember, never noticed him. He knew he was shy, but he couldn't help it. Even when he tried to speak up, he was invisible. It was all because of his brother, Alfred. Alfred was hugely popular, good looking, and great with words. Since they were babies, everyone was all over Alfred. Matthew always shadowed him. When he started playing hockey, Alfred played football. When he would draw, Alfred would play music. He always, most of the time unknowingly, outshone him in everything. Matthew just had to deal with it, but he wished he wouldn't.

Still a good distance away from his first class, Matthew ran as fast as he could. Suddenly, without warning, he ran straight into another person, both of them tumbling simultaneously. And as if anything couldn't get worse, Matthew's breakfast was plastered all over the guy he ran into. He freaked.

"Crap! I-I'm s-so sorry," he stuttered, looking away, incredibly embarrassed. He was surprised when the guy started chuckling. He quickly glanced at him and knew who he was.

Gilbert Beilschmidt. Gilbert was seriously the most popular guy on campus, aside from his best friends Antonio Carriendo and Francis Bonnefoy. Matthew hated him because he was so popular, and his ego was the size of Canada, maybe even bigger. Not only that, he was incredibly noticeable because he was albino, albino with snow white hair and piercing crimson eyes to match.

Gilbert, still chuckling, said "It's okay dude, don't sweat it." He propped himself up and extending his hand to Matthew. Matthew reluctantly took it.

"Pancakes, huh? I swear, I haven't had pancakes in a long time." Gilbert stated as he wiped off copious amounts of syrup on his pants. Matthew nervously grabbed his bag off the ground.

"Wait a sec," Gilbert studied the guy in front of him. "You're Matthew Williams, aren't you?" Matthew's eyes widened. How the hell does he know me?

"U-uhm," he cleared his throat, "Yeah, I am."

"You're that wickedly awesome artist! Dude, I love your work." Gilbert exclaimed. Matthew never had anyone complimented him in his life, much less acknowledge him.

"T-thanks." He smiled just a bit.

"Yeah, I went to the last student showcase, and your art was like 'BAM!' Probably almost as awesome as me!" Gilbert chuckled slightly. Matthew nodded, and then realized that he really needed to get to class.

"Well, I, uhm, have to get to class."

"Totally understand." He extended his hand, "Gilbert Beilschmidt." Matthew shook it, I know. He thought.

"Maybe I'll see you around?" The albino questioned, a friendly smile placed on his face.

"Mhm, yeah. S-see you around." Matthew nearly whispered, running to his next class. Perhaps Gilbert wasn't that bad.

Perhaps.