Matthew tugged up his jeans and pushed his hoodie down, as he got up from his couch. Taking off the empty glass and plate, he followed to kitchen, after the hockey game was off. He turned off the TV as he went to make the dishes. A soft yawn told him that it was nearly bed time. He brushed of his bangs away from his eyes and thought about Gil. Lately, he has been into Matt's dreams and thoughts, even when he didn't want him to be.
"I just wanted not to feel." the boy muttered to himself. He could never say what their "relationship" was about at first.
Mattie was a Psychology freshman and the albino was in the third year of his Music Major. Both of them met when he was struggling to find where his classes were. His first attempts at getting anyone's attention were awful, but the other seemed to come to his rescue that day. Matt couldn't help but to be aware of the other male attractive features and his striking blood red eyes. They went around the building and ended skipping class, so Gil could give him a full tour. They swapped numbers and texted each other in the next day.
Things kept like this for months. They hung out nearly all the weekends, only the two, or with the loud and funny friends of Gil. The usually shy Canadian started blooming into someone with sense of humor and wit when he was with Gilbert. Thanks to those times with his other friends, his limited friendship circle grew. Once the albino said to Mattie:
"You know why I keep telling everyone that I'm awesome?"
"Hum, because you're conceited?" Matt offered, receiving a glare.
"The answer is no, Birdie. Because if you say it out loud, it's ought to be truth. And I believe both of us are awesome."
"Oh, I'm flattered..." the blond laughed, but it was a good advice.
His confidence was anything but scattered all around, but, in one year, he tried his best to stand up for himself. And he couldn't help but thank the other for that. When he finished the dishes, he noticed how much time he'd spent spacing out. It was around 11:00 P.M. and he had boring-ass classes in the morning. He crossed the kitchen and went upstairs to get ready to bed, when he heard some noises coming from the outside. A stone hit his window and he glared at it, walking up to open it. When he looked down, he saw the well known bright smile, matching the red eyes. He had set up a microphone, his guitar and brought Roderich and keyboard along too.
"Hey, Birdie! Pay attention, because your awesome friend has something to sing to you." he pointed up at the blushing blond.
"Alors tu vois, comme tout se mêle (So you see, as everything gets mixed)
Et du coeur à tes lèvres, je deviens un casse-tête (And from the heart to your lips, I become your puzzle)
Ton rire me crie, de te lâcher (Your laughing screams I should let you go)
Avant de perdre prise, et d'abandonner (Before losing grip and giving up)
Car je ne t'en demanderai jamais autant ('cause I will never ask that much of you)
Déjà que tu me traites, comme un grand enfant (You already treat me like a big child)
Et nous n'avons plus rien à risquer (And we don't have anything left to risk)
A part nos vies qu'on laisse de coté (Apart from our lives we leave beside)
Et il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (And you still love me, and I love you a bit more)
Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (But you still love me, and I love you a bit more)"
His thick, German accent, made the song sound even more emotional and Matt smiled, leaning against the window. As Roderich and Gilbert played, before the albino started singing again.'He's singing in French',he thought, feeling the happiness burst as a bubble inside of him. 'He's singing in French for me..." He still couldn't shake off the fact... Gill was clueless about French all the time, even if one of his best friends, Francis, was French. The other never felt slightly inclined to learn, nor asked it to him.
"C'en est assez de ces dédoublements (I've had it with these splits)
C'est plus dure à faire, qu'autrement (It's harder to do than other times)
Car sans rire c'est plus facile de rêver (Because without laughing, it's easier to dream)
A ce qu'on ne pourra, jamais plus toucher (about what we will never be able to touch again)
Et on se prend la main, comme des enfants (and we're holding hands, like children)
Le bonheur aux lèvres, un peu naïvement (Happiness on our lips, a bit naïvely)
Et on marche ensemble, d'un pas décidé (And we walk together, with determined steps)
Alors que nos têtes nous crient de tout arrêter (While our heads scream we should stop the whole thing)
Il m'aime encore, et toi tu t'aime un peu plus fort (He still loves me and you, you love me a bit more)
Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (But he still loves me and I, I love you a bit more)
Et malgré ça, mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (And despite that, he still loves me and I love you a bit more)"
And still, he was there, playing his guitar, singing his heart out. Matthew recognized the melody of "Comme des Enfants" by Coeur de Pirate, one of his favorites. He ever had the CD at home..."Oh Gil..." he muttered, smiling. He ran ways from the room, going downstairs as quick as he could without tripping. He opened the door, in time enough to listen to the last words.
"Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (He still loves me and I, I love you a bit more)
Encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (Still, and I, I love you a bit more)
Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort (But he still loves me and I love you a bit more)"
"Birdie! Do you want to be my boyfriend?" he asked, being loud as always, even if his Canadian was in front of him. He tucked his hand out, and Matthew took it, only to pull the other for a deep kiss. If it wasn't Roderich uncomfortable groaning, they wouldn't have pulled out. "So, the answer is yes."
"Yes, Gil! Yes! Je t'aime." he hugged the other tightly, a bit shaken from the demonstration.
"Ich liebe ditch, mein Birdie..." the albino nuzzled Matt's neck. "I'll take those stuff to his car and..."
"You'll spend the night." the blonde stated, his voice a bit too high for his tastes. "You can't refuse."
"I would never... Maybe I can sing you to sleep."