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Perfect or awesome?

Gilbert's POV

Wow, she was amazing. This morning, after being blessed by biker shorts, I heard a camera go off and felt rage overwhelm me. Then I saw her walk over, take his phone, and smash it to smithereens. I couldn't help but laugh at the guy's face, he definitely deserved it. She must have heard me, because she looked back. I could have sworn she was blushing when she walked away. Then later, when she threw the dictionary at the annoying little shit, my heart skipped a beat. The little wave as she walked out the door was just icing on the cake. I had to talk to her, or at least try to.

I ran after her, feeling people stare at me as I ran through the doorway. I looked both ways and saw her. She was already halfway down the hall, damn she was fast. I ran over to her, grabbed her by the wrist, and spun her around. "Hey there, I'm the awesome Gilbert, and I think we should skip the rest of school together," I said. Man I hope she says yes. She might be as awesome as me. Please let her say yes.

"Oh, um sure. If you think you can handle me," she responded, her lips turned up in a cocky smile. I looked down at her and noticed a slight blush across her face. I wanted to make her blush like that even more. Wait, where are these thoughts coming from?

"Oh, I think my awesomeness is more than capable of handling anything you can throw at me," I taunted. She nodded her head thoughtfully and pulled out her phone. I watched as she dialed a number into the phone, pinch the bridge of her nose, and hold the phone up to her ear. Who was she calling?

When she began to speak her voice was nasally, "Yes, hello. This is (Y/N)'s mother. I'm calling because I crashed into Gilbert's father while driving. We need them to come down here with their cars. I have already informed my child of this and Gilbert also knows what is going on. Please excuse them for the rest of the day." She waited for the person on the other end to finish speaking. "Thank you so much. Have a good day now," she said into the phone before putting it away. So, she was pretty and smart, a winning combination.

"So, we good to go" I asked. She smiled mischievously and nodded at me. "Awesome, then let's get going," I stated. I started walking down the hall, towards the exit, when she grabbed my shoulder. My breath was cut short at her electrifying touch. I calmed myself down, turned to face her, and raised my eyebrows quizzically.

"We need to change clothes. These uniforms are dead giveaway to any truancy officer. Do you need to stop by your place to get changed?" I shook my head, unzipped my bag, and showed her the shirt inside. "Alright then, to my place it is. I suppose you can get changed there too," she said nonchalantly. I gulped, nodded, and stepped aside so she could lead the way. What was wrong with me today?

-time skip 10 minutes-

She lives closer to the school than I assumes, I thought as she unlocked her door. My first day talking to her and I already get to see her house, man I'm awesome. I follow her into the house and look around. The hallway is lined with pictures of (Y/N) through the years. "The bathroom is over there," she says pointing to her left, "When you're done make yourself at home. I'm getting changed now." She walks toward a room at the end of the hall and closes the door behind her.

I go in the direction she pointed and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The bathroom has this death by yellow theme going on. The walls, shower curtain, even the loofah was yellow. I stand there for a few minutes, taking in the yellowness of it all. I snap out of my stupor and change into my red backup shirt. I walk out to find (Y/N) sitting on her couch reading a manga. "You hungry?" she asks without even looking up from the manga.

"Only awesome food can satisfy my awesome appetite. Think you're up to the challenge?"

"I think I can manage," she says. She stands up and I notice she's wearing an anime shirt and shorts, which accentuate her legs. I watch her put a bookmark in her manga, go to the kitchen, and open the fridge. I lean against the kitchen counter as she rummages through the fridge. "Hmm, it looks like the options are sausage, sausage, or if we are feeling exotic, wurst," she says to me over her shoulder. Then, as though she knew what I was about to say, she takes out the wurst and gets a pan. It feels like she knew I would be coming and put my favorite food in her fridge. If she had any beer it would be even better.

She puts the pan on the stove, lights the fire, and begins to cook the wurst. Soon the sizzling wurst fills the house with an amazing aroma. She goes back to the fridge, pulls out a big glass bowl, and places it on the counter. When the wurst is done she gets two plates from the cupboard. She puts the wursts on the plates, takes the lid off the glass bowl, and scoops potato salad on too. "Come get it," she says, placing it down on the counter in front of me. Suddenly her face lights up and she goes back to the fridge. She pulls out two glass bottles and sets one of them in front of me.

I read the label and smile at her. She smiles back as she takes a sip of the German beer. "Don't let my dad find out," she says with a wink. This girl is perfect, amazing. "Oh, Gilbert. Your accent, it's not German or Austrian. It had been bothering me for a while now, but I think I figured it out. Your accent is Prussian, isn't it?" I nod, surprised she knew the difference. I was so wrong before, this girl isn't perfect, she is awesome.


Author note: As I said, I am not promoting underage drinking. Thank you for reading and please look forward to the next chapter.