Welcome to High School
"Mat, Mat, Mat, Mat, Mattie, Mattie, Mattie, Mattie, Matthew, Matthew, Matthew, Matthew, Williams, Williams, Williams, Williams, Matthew Will-"
"What Alfred!" I finally cracked, opening an eye to glower at Alfred.
"Jeez Mattie, I just wanted to know if you were sleeping," Alfred grinned clearly amused at how he had just annoyed me from closing my eyes and falling asleep. Don't get me wrong, I can handle Alfred perfectly fine when he's annoying except for when I'm sleep deprived, that's when I get scary and all cranky. The reason why I was tired was because I could not sleep a wink last night packing and repacking my suit case in excitement to go down to San Francisco and move into my dorm room at a new school, where the most important goal I made for the year was to make sure o one accused or even assumed I was gay. Sadly I was "supposedly" still in the closet, but it's just that I had taken so much crap in Sacramento Middle for "seeming" to be gay that I didn't want to repeat history.
It's a new school, new grade, new city and it's going to be a new experience, so I will try to make it the best!
"Ugh! Why can't this train go any faster!" Alfred whined.
I sighed and held myself back from banging my head against the seat.
"Alfred, for the seventh time, this is a trolley not a train-"
"Hey were we suppose to get off at Lincoln?" Alfred asked suddenly, cutting me off.
"Yeah, I told you to wake me up when we get there."
"Eh, hehehe, we just passed by a minute ago."
My eyes widened and I suddenly sat straight up while catching a glimpse of the new street sign we just passed that said Alp Ave. I suddenly reached into my pullover's front pocket and fished out the fold out map, unfolding it and finding Alp Ave and for Lincoln Street. I let out a breath of relief when we stopped at Alp Ave and saw that we were only a few minutes away from Lincoln from Alp.
"We're getting off here, it'll take us a few minutes to get to Lincoln if we walk back there," I replied, hastily folding the map back p and grabbing my luggage from under the seats. Alfred did the same and followed me off the trolley. Once our sneakers hit the dry pavement it took me a while to navigate where we should go to get to Lincoln.
"It's this way!" I exclaimed pointing up one of the sloping and infamous San Francisco hills going up.
With disappointed frowns, Alfred and I trekked up the slope until we reached Lincoln and from there we went down the street until our gazes rested upon the black iron gates of Powers Academy. It was like a dream behind those open gates, a friendly and docile environment of guys, no one was getting beat up, picked on or being teased, just friendly pats and the rough housing game of basketball from the sporting courts to the west wing of the campus. Alfred and I checked in at the dorm house which was in the east wing across from the sporting courts and dining hall. Luckily Alfred and I were not late to registration and made it half an hour before dorm registration was done.
Our Dorm Leader was a senior named Roderich who was very strict and specific about time dates on when meals are ready, wake up times and curfews on school nights, all the regualr stuff Alfred and I went over by text a week ago.
But more importantly, I was soon sad to find out that Alfred and I were not room mates, but surprisingly our rooms were across the hallway from one another.
We wished each other good luck outside our doors before we left each other to unpack and get settled in. I had found myself being the first one in my room, which meant I had first bed picks. The room was nice, there was two closets on either side of the room, two regular sized beds, two desks over by the beds a medium sized bathroom and a large bay window in the wall in between the two desks with navy drapes. I chose the bed on the right side of the room and started making the bed with the sheets I had brought with me as well as my pillows, most of which were shaped like bears. By the time I was done my room mate had not come in yet. As I started to hang up my clothes in the closet on the right wall by the foot of my bed, I started to wonder what kind of person they were and if we would get along or not.
Once I was completely done unpacking I decided to take a nap because of how tiring the trip was to get here and the low amount of sleep I had left.
WTHS
There was a hot sweet sensation on my neck. With the haze of sleep still affecting me with this intoxicating sensation I felt like I was floating on bliss. Then it seemed to get a little more hotter and I felt the heat pool in my stomach. I let out a breathy moan then a gasp as I felt something sharp come intact with my neck instead of that hot sweet sensation I was feeling. Letting out shallow breaths, my eyes fluttered open, a bit hazy and blurry from sleep. I blinked rapidly and took in a deep breath. Something smelled nice, like an old vintage type of cologne that was pleasing to smell.
That sharp pain came back and this time I helped jumping up at how much it hurt the second time. At first I was confused when I saw a smirking guy with white hair and mischievous red eyes staring at me in interest sitting too close to me on my bed. I closed my eyes rubbing them over with my hands before reopening them and staring blankly at the same guy.
"Um..." I said blushing at the proximity and awkwardness at this.
The guy's smirk deepened into a cheshire grin.
"You taste really good for a virgin," he said in a husk voice that sent cold shivers down my spine.
Before I could respond, I let out a tiny yelp when he pinned me down on my mattress and began assaulting my neck with nips and licks. As much as I wanted to give in and sigh with the pleasurable pain, I couldnt just do such a thing. This guy probably thought I was a girl (I`am very feminem) and was going to rape me.
He finally pulled back sitting on his knees laughing like a hyena. I sat up crossing my legs and snatching Kuma, gripping the soft creature to my chest.
"I'm just messing with ya, no need to be serious," he laughed ruffling up my hair.
I fidgeted as I combed my hair back I to it's original neat form with my curl sticking out. Now that the guy was quite a distance from my sight I groped for my glasses on the desk and put them on getting a better look at him. He wore a heavy rock band shirt under a red hoody, black skinny jeans and a pair of red converse with the laces tucked into the shoes. The guy's hair was messy and spiked up everywhere in a white spiky mess and his eyes truly were red, not the kind of red that happens when you`ve cried too much.
"I'm Gilbert your awesome room mate," he said jabbing his thumb towards his chest.
My eyes went as wide as saucers. "E-ex-excuse me, but you just sexually assaulted me just now, so I'am a bit lost."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Sorry 'bout that dude, but as awesome as I'am I couldn't let the opportunity to pull a prank on my room mate slip up because I don't know you. And you should of seen your face! It was all like terrified and fucking cute like a rabbit or something! Hahahahahaha!" he bellowed with his head lolled back in laughter.
I gave a shy smile and buried my chin to nose in Kuma's soft fabric trying to hid my embarrassed flush on my cheeks. There was a sudden bang right by the wall my bed was against that stopped Gilbert from laughing and made me jump.
"Shut the fuck up!" the person on the other side yelled angrily.
"You shut the fuck up!" Gilbert yelled back.
"Suck my dick asshole!"
"Not unless you suck my five meters of awesomeness without choking fagot!"
I flinched when Gilbert yelled fagot. It brought back those three miserable years of middle school from being called a fagot by every bully in the school. Somehow Gilbert noticed my reaction when he said this and turned to me.
"No offense bro, don't mean to insult you," he said apologetically.
I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well your gay right?"
"Eh?... I'm not gay," I said bluntly, keeping the key to the lock around the closet that kept me from coming out tightly grasped in my figurative hands.
"Fuck you penis milk! Your the gay one!" the guy on the other side answered back before Gilbert could express his confusion further.
"Nice Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged reference pencil fuck!"
"What the fuck? You still watch Yu-Gi-Oh and yet I'm the gay one? Fuck you, I'm gonna come beat the shit outta you!"
The yelling ceased and there was a sound like a door slamming shut in the room where Gilbert was yelling at. Then suddenly the door bursted open and a guy with brown hair with a curl coming from the right side of his head and furious golden brown eyes that seemed to be on fire. He was not wearing a shirt, his sport shorts were on backwards and his hair looked wet and damp, which assumed that he was changing when Gilbert started yelling at him.
"Who's the fucking fagot who fucking called me a pencil fuck?" he yelled through gritted teeth.
Gilbert did not answer and instead blinked at the guy. My eyes were wider than before and my cheeks were extremely flushed at the guy's exposure of skin. Some how assuming the angry guy stomped over to my bed, and dragged me off by the collar and pinned me to the wall by my collar.
"Was it you, you fucking fagot?" he spat in my face.
It all seemed to happen again like that night at the dance, I was immobilized like a slab of cement, but this time I was able to speak and think. This guy was like all the others, he just wanted to let out pent up anger on someone like every other being. But I will not be someone's chew toy. I started thrashing against his old and when nothing work I went for second best.
"Alfred! Alfred! Alfred! I could use some heeeeelp!" I called out in the loudest voice I could muster up while my feet began to grow numb from being held up too long from the ground.
Then like before, my heroic beacon of light came for my rescue in a flash. I ended up dropping to the ground, while Alfred wrestled the guy to the ground, until he had him pinned by sitting on his stomach.
Yup, that's my hero.
"Hey Mattie, I see you got unpacked, so how's it going?" Alfred asked casually, not budging slightly as the angry guy began to thrash violently.
"P-Pretty good, what about you?"
"Oh it's pretty awesome, got all my posters and stuff up, but my room mate is a bit pesky, but he's a cool Brit with a cool accent, so who's this guy I'm sitting on? Is he your room mate?"
"No, just some random assaulter."
"Do I need to break some bones?"
Suddenly another sound of a door slamming came from across the hallway and another person bursted through the door. It was a blonde green eyed guy with bushy eyebrows and probably half a foot shorter than Alfred. When he saw Alfred he glared at him.
"You bloody git! You don't go running out of the room while in the middle of helping me move a book shelf! I nearly ripped a muscle!" he yelled with a heavy British accent lacing his words.
Alfred scratched behind his head nervously. "Sorry Arthur but my pal was in trouble."
"Can you get the fuck off me now! I won't do anything just let me go back to my fucking room!" the guy underneath Alfred spat, catching the attention of -assuming- Arthur.
"Lovino, what did you do to tick off this bumbling American?" Arthur sighed pressing his fingers against his temples.
"I have no fucking clue!"
"A-Alfred, maybe you should just let him go back to his dorm, I'd hate for you to get in trouble over this," I finally spoke up having the spotlight put on me now.
Eventually Alfred got off the guy and he got up restlessly, turning towards me.
"There's no fucking way your the asshole who called me a fagot your voice is too girly, sorry about that," he mumbled the last part before leaving.
"Well alls well that ends well, the hero Alfred saved the day again!" Alfred cheered pumping his fist up in the air.
"Hey Mattie, come meet me at the sport courts later so we can play some cement hockey, I know you brought that hockey stick with you from home so no buts!" Alfred said making me flush in embarrassment at how easily he knew me.
"Well see ya later!"
There was another slamming of a door which meant that Alfred had returned to his room, but Arthur was still there at the doorway.
"Sorry to of let him cause troubles, oh and Gilbert," Arthur said looking at the boy still perched on my bed.
"No molesting your new room mate, it's a new school year for bloody sakes and you already left hickeys on his neck," Arthur fretted at Gilbert before closing the door behind him.
Once I heard Arthur go into the room across the hall I launched from my spot, flying the bathroom door open leaving it wide open as I assessed the two purple blotches I had found on my neck. I heard Gilbert chuckling from the room, amused at my own exasperation and the little freak out I had in the bathroom of going threw the cabinets for anything that could cover up those hickeys or what I liked to call: love bites.
"You know this is not fun, and quick question, how do you know that, Arthur guy?" I said threw my teeth, while glaring at Gilbert from the mirror.
"Aw, but it was fun for me, anyways, he knows my brother, that Brit also knows that jack-wad that nearly pummeled you. The guy has a lot of connections if you ask me."
"Well I'm not asking you, and I'm still mad at you," I said, finally finding some skin colored band aids and applying them to the marks on my neck.
"For what?"
"You sexually assaulted me then questioned my sexuality, no offense to anyone but if this place was Texas, you would already be burned at the stake, not to mention you did nothing while that guy nearly punched my lights out!"
"Well what am I suppose to assume when there's a guy that keeps at least a hundred stuffed animals on his bed?"
"I don't want you to assume anything! I like bears and I personally think that my interests should not effect the way I like which gender," I let out a deep breath and stared at Gilbert through the bathroom mirror. He stared back.
"Look, maybe we got on the wrong foot, let's just start over," after that being said, Gilbert got up and walked out of the dorm room.
At first I was just confused when I walked out of the bathroom to see if he really left, which he did, then there was a knock at the door. I went over and answered it a bit stunned when I found that it was Gilbert on the other side with a great big smile.
"Hi, I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt your awesome new room mate that has absolutely no records of sexually harassing people," Gilbert said, his smile turning into grin.
I just stood there for a moment, not making a move to let him in at all when I suddenly bursted out into laughter. Matthew never laughed this much and he did not know why, but while he laughed Gilbert couldn't help but grin more at Matthew's laughter.
"Yeah, I'm Matthew Williams, well welcome I guess," I said moving out of the way letting Gilbert in.
I closed the door behind him and went to open my closet and pull out my red hockey stick I used to play cement hockey with Alfred with.
"Well I'm gonna go play cement hockey, see ya," I spoke while running out the door, eager to play my favorite sport with the guy I loved.
Author Note:
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok!
On an honest one to ten cheese-o-meter, how cheesy was that last line? I mean while I was reading backon this I couldn`t help but think how utterly cheesey this line was:
"I spoke while running out the door, eager to play my favorite sport with the guy I loved."
I mean, is that not worthy of being made in a cheese factory or what?
So back to things, I hope I protrayed Gilbert awesomly, though the fangirl in me took over when I was writing the scene where Matthew woke up and i just had to have one of the guys of the "Bad Touch Trio" wake Matthew up by sucking on his neck. To be honest here I was a bit hesitant to write in Lovino (or as we all know hm as Romano) because to me he is also an awesome character ok? Or maybe I`am just secretly a Lovino tusendere fan. Oh and I would love some feed back on my Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged reference, I swear out of all the quotes and memes from that show, "He is the gay one," is my top favorite, yet I was still able to fit it in to Lovino`s dialouge here without completly copying it here.
So Hetalia shippers, Yu-Gi-Oh Abribridge lovers and just those people out there that love a good fanfiction, we all have one thing in common:
Shirtless guys.
Enough said, that will forever become a famous quote from me starting today!
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