There are a couple very different types of quiet people. There is the sky quiet type, the type that has possible social anxiety. They are just to timid to speak up, they pass unnoticed in the crowed halls of school, these types usually blush very easily. When they do speak their voice is very quiet and polite even when with friends. Then there is the mean quiet type, these people don't talk mostly because they don't like you, they tend to roll their eyes a lot and glare a lot. The mean type have a few close friend which usually will be the only people they speak to, unless you push them to the point of snapping. If they do snap the can chew you out like no other, its because they spend so much time thinking of insults.

Then there is the quiet sexual deviant, now the sexual deviant despite the name isn't always someone who is sexually active. They simply think about sex a lot and have quiet a few fetishes They talk to their friends and seem quiet normal until the topic of anything sexually related is brought up. They get flustered and embarrassed about it, they don't like talking about it because they do not want people to know just what their into. Then there is the quiet innocent one not to be mistaken for shy ones. There is a difference between the two. Innocent quiet people are really sheltered or just plain goodhearted. They don't think about sex as much as others and people often tease them for not knowing something about sex. They don't understand how people can be hateful or mean and it upsets them.

Quiet people are all different, there are many types but these are just a few. Now ask yourself what kind of quiet person are you? Are you even quiet? Matthew Williams some what knew the answer, yes he was quiet, that much he knew, but he didn't know his type. He honestly wasn't just one time of quiet, he was all of them. He could be sky and just blend into a crowd like smoke in air. he could be mean or angry, constantly thinking of insults and things about people but never really having the backbone to stick up for himself. He could be a sexual deviant, daydreaming about what it would be like, and he already began to notice a fetish starting to begin (for nosebleeds of all things, he didn't understand it). He could be innocent, with a love for cute animals and not understanding all the mindless violence in the world.

But like most quiet people he had very few friends, just two in fact, so when his father remarried an American the move from his beloved Canada became unavoidable, and his whole life would be up rooted and he would be placed into his first year of high school all alone. Of course he would have a new brother, but some how he had a feeling he and his new step brother Alfred wouldn't be best friends forever.

Alfred wasn't the quiet type, he was the loud type. He liked to be noticed and be center spot light, maybe that's why he was the star quarterback on his football team (American foot ball not real foot ball). Just like the quiet type there are a couple different loud types. But that will be explained in a later chapter.

Matthew only hoped that his new school would have a hockey team, he was trying not to get his hopes up to high, America wasn't as into hockey as his Country, which was actually quite the shame. Hockey was a wonderful sport, the last game Matthew saw some guy lost part of his finger when it got skated over. Then there's American football, where guys who are straight get abnormally close to each others butts and balls.

Sports could be as touchy of a subject to talk about as religion. It was just one of those things that set people off, fills them with a fire. Sometimes the fire is a good one, one where you love the sport and you have your team and you don't give a damn about what other people think or support. Most importantly you don't get mad at people for liking a team that you don't Then there is the bad fire, where your passion is nothing more then a crazed obsession. You get angry and aggressive towards others people who like different teams and will spend most of your time telling them how their team is the worst.

Alfred was the bad fire when it came to American football, he would get mad if you liked anything but football. Matthew however, was also a bad fire with his sport. He behaved in a similar fashion to Alfred when it came to hockey. This is why he had a good feeling they wouldn't be best of friends, they would be like actual brothers. They would butt heads and fight like brothers, they wouldn't always agree but that's just family.

Family, brother, these words felt strange just bumbling around in his head. He wasn't going to be an only child anymore, it wasn't going to be just him and his father any more. He would have a mother now, a female figure in his life. That's what he thought about the most as he packed his bags. What would it be like now that he was a part of a bigger family. What would Miss. Jones be like now that she has moved from the role as his father's girlfriend to his father's wife.

Miss. Jones was a nice enough woman. She was a little religious but she wasn't the type to try and force her beliefs onto people. She was out going, fun, and beautiful. Tall and blonde with freckles going across the bridge of her nose. Unlike her son her eye was just fine, in fact according to her Alfred is the only member of her entire family to need glasses.

The next day their larger belongings were loaded up in a moving truck as well a some boxes of clothing and books. Matthew's father Mr. Williams I taken their car down there already, they had been using a rental from the air port for the past week, but today was the day they left for America. Matthew's two friends stopped by to visit him one last time and give their goodbyes. He hugged them both.

"Who knows maybe you'll make even better friends then us." Yao told him with a smile. Matthew smiled and he shrugged, these two have been good friends to him.

"I doubt it, I mean I honestly don't think he can do any better then us. We're perfect."Yong Soo joked but a small part of him actually believed it. He had always been a bit on the over confident annoying side but he gave grate back massages so it was alright. Matthew gave a small laugh, he would never say it out loud but he felt like he was going to miss Yong Soo more then Yao.

He hugged them both again as his father finished up putting their bags into the back seat. "I'm really going to miss you guys, you'll have to email me all the time okay." They both agreed to but he wondered how long it would last. His father started the car and came back inside.

"We're leaving soon. Do you have to use the bathroom." He asked and shoved his wallet into his back pocket. Matthew shook his head.

"Well we have to get home. Good luck with high school in America. Try not to get freedom kicked." Yong Soo told him and he and Yao left after saying good bye to Mr. Williams. Matthew got into the passenger seat and stared blindly out the window.

His father came outside and locked the front door, he got into the car and drove down the road. "Libby got your classes, she'll show you where they're at after we get there. The flight won't be that long, two maybe three hours." He said getting onto the main street.

It took fifteen minuets to reach the air port. It was a surprisingly slow day at the air port, it was near empty. There were a few Japaneses businessmen in suits standing together looking down at the their phones. There was also an American choir group there for competition, apparently one of their members some how got on the wrong flight and was on the other side of Canada. It was funny hearing them panic.

His father handed him his ticket and the after going though the procedures they boarded their flight. Matthew never flew before this, so he was hesitant to take a window seat. Yong Soo told him that sometimes the windows pop off and who never is sitting next to the window gets sucked out. But now that he could actually see the window he wasn't as worried, they were tiny. He was to big to fit though that.

Later during the flight he mentioned his fear of the window to his father, who just stared at him at first before slowly shaking his head. "The windows don't pop off and if they did I don't think it would be sucking people out."

Now feeling stupid that he had fallen for another of Yong Soo's tricks, he stared out the window. Two hours and something odd minuets later they landed in their new home. Waiting for them was Miss. Jones. Matthew then asked himself what she would want to be called. She was no longer Miss. Jones but Mrs. Williams. Would she want him to call her mom, or by her first name. He would have to ask her later.

Her and his father hugged each other tightly, the then proceeded to lift her off her feet, spin her, then dip her back and kissing her. Matthew could only watch as the horrible romance comedy scene played out in front of him without any possible way to fast forward though the corny bits. This was his life now, watching his father engage in PDA. There was no escape until college.

They made it home and she called for Alfred to help with the bags. While he and his new brother were similar in height (Matthew was still just a little bit shorter), their body types were quite different due to the sports they played. Matthew had a wider built in stomach and shoulders but he looked smaller because of his baggy clothes, while Alfred was just wide in the shoulders everything else was pretty equally muscular, except his arms were pretty ripped.

Alfred carried the bags in and set them down by the door. "Mom are we going to the open house now or later?" He asked, wondering if he should keep his shoes on or take them off at the door. He was also hungry, he needed food in his belly to fill the darkness that was growing from within him. She sighed and stared over at him.

"They haven't even had a chance to settle in yet. You'll just have to wait unless you want to help out and make things go faster." She asked it was only a matter of seconds before Alfred disappeared upstairs into his room, with a bag of chips to keep his hunger at bay. "Alfred that wasn't a request! Get your little butt down here and help!" She yelled.

Now with a grumpy little pout Alfred came stomping down the stairs, he helped unpack some of the stuff. We never got around to getting it all, there was quite a bit left but we had to get to the open house before it was over. Matthew wanted to meet his teacher and know where his classes were that way he wouldn't look like a confused idiot on his first day.

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The next chapter will be the open house/the first day of school. Then the chapter after that will be the introduction of loud people and Prussia.

To my readers of My Love and My Forever, I don't think I'm going to be able to finish it. I've just lost interest in it. So I might write one last chapter to end it that way its not left totally unfinished. I'm not done with When Black Sails Fly, I have the next three chapter written in a notebook that is currently lost, it'll be undated as soon as it is found.

As for the Crocus...I'm not sure what's going on with that fic...it just emotionally drains me to write. Its just so damn dark you guys you don't even know the things I've thought up for that damn fic. I thought about giving it to someone to finish but I'm afraid of what someone else would do to it so I'm just gonna keep it.

Well please review. I forgot how much I miss writing.