When I turned 14, my dad opened up a breakfast cafe, and he let me work there. And he named it after me. Matty's Pancakes. He says that one day, I could own it.
He pays me extra and gives me allowance too, because Dad loves spoiling me. But I'm not complaining. He takes me shopping and buys me things, despite me having my own money. Just this weekend, he bought me a locket, and put a picture of him and I in it. But I still love him, even if he spoils me and annoys me sometimes. I know it's just because he loves me, after all.
And lately, he's been upset with me. Why? Because I'm in love. With a man who happens to enjoy throwing things at our house and the cafe. He was a bit annoying at first, but I still love him nonetheless. He has dreamy silver hair and glowing red eyes. His name is Gilbert.
Despite him being 17, Dad wasn't bugged with his age, he just didn't trust him, because of his daring personality. I know he probably trusted him deep inside, but he wouldn't say anything.
Anyway, despite egging the house and throwing seashells at Mum's window at night, he's not all that bad, and comes to the cafe on Tuesdays.
We would sit down in a booth on my break and talk. He talked to me about pretty much everything, despite being a major, insecure narcissist. He spoke of his family, mainly his grandfather. His father and mother both left him at a young age, and he says he can't even trust his siblings anymore, that the only person he could trust is himself. His siblings were rude to him growing up, except for his little sister, but she died a few years back. But eventually, I was the only person he could trust.
Years later, on the night of the Senior Prom, he came in at closing time, with a weak smile.
He asked me if he could talk to me alone, and I knew that Dad wasn't happy about it, but we sat in Dad's office to talk anyway.
Once we were in there, he started crying. He leaned his head on my shoulder and I patted his back.
"W-what's wrong Gil?" I asked, as he only cried harder, before finally breathing in deeply and loudly.
"Everything. Grandpa is in the hospital, and when I told Eliza about it, I cried in front of her."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! But she didn't comfort you?" I asked, as I hugged Gilbert.
"No, she said real men don't cry, and dumped me. For Roderich." Gilbert said, hugging me back.
"She left you for your brother? She should just...Just die!" I shouted, causing Gilbert to back up surprisingly at my yelling. I never had a reason to shout at someone, but Elizabeth almost always made me mad. She had such a wonderful man, and she didn't even appreciate him. Never once had I heard Gilbert say that she said she loved him, she always skipped out on their dates and she spent more time with his brother than him.
I threw a stapler at the wall and watched as some of the staples fell onto the ground, but the actual stapler stuck to the wall. Realizing what I did, I sunk back into my seat beside Gil, blushing.
Gilbert looked at me, truly shocked, but suddenly his face twisted into a smile. "Hah, you're angrier than me," Gilbert said, smiling deviously at me. "But I just hope she's happy with Roddy. If she thinks I can cry, she better be prepared to act as a mother, because Roddy is just a baby."
My anger hadn't died down though, hearing Gilbert not even be mad at her, just a little...And before I knew it, I punched a hole in the wall.
Gilbert was still surprised, but not as much as last time. He walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong Maple? Why are ya gettin so pissed?"
I turned toward him and punched him in the shoulder.
He looked up and backed away, "Ouch, what the heck was that for?" He said, rubbing his arm.
I looked up at him angrily, "She doesn't deserve to be happy!" I yelled, as tears fled from my eyes.
"And why is that?" Gilbert asked, sounding a little angry himself.
"Because...because she doesn't see how amazing you are! She doesn't care about anything you say, Gilbert! Just believe me, she never cared for you! She's liked Roderich from the beginning, and never even gave a damn about you!" I shouted, trying to punch him again, but I missed him by a mile.
Gilbert simply looked at me, shocked and angry.
"She did to love me! I just wasn't a good enough man!" He hollered in return, backing away even more, until he was pinned against the wall.
"Not good enough?" I asked, pausing. "You really think you weren't good enough? You treated her like royalty Gilbert..." I whispered angrily.
Gilbert suddenly sat up straight and looked at me. "But she was a goddess! I should've treated her better!"
That was it. Before I could think, I punched him in the mouth. Gilbert winced in pain and fell to the ground, before I could notice what I did. I sank to the ground and took my glasses off.
"Punch me back." I said, tears falling down my face. Gilbert looked up at me, but instead of anger, I saw embarrassment and fear. I closed my eyes and waited for a few moments, but nothing came, and I opened my eyes to Gilbert simply watching me.
"Punch me!" I shouted it now, sobbing harder.
"No." Gilbert said quietly in return, with a sheepish smile playing at his lips.
"Wh-what? Just do it, dammit! If you just leave now and don't want to be my friend, and refuse to even come here, than do it! It's better for you..." I whined, hiding my face in my arms.
But suddenly, I felt warm. I looked up to see Gilbert's face, hiding in my jacket, and his arms around me.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, looking up to meet my sorrowful gaze. "I'm such an idiot...But it felt so nice, to have someone...to tell them how much I cared for them..." Gilbert said, blushing and looking at his arms.
I stared at him, wishing I could say something to him, to make him truly smile again. I loved his smile, his devilish grin that he showed whenever he hid from his feelings. But I loved his true smile even more. A rare smile, that only held innocence and a content happiness...How I longed to see it. I removed my gaze and focused it on the carpeted floor. I sank down even lower and lay my head on the carpet.
"But, I wish she felt the same...Or...Anyone..." Gilbert said, blushing deeply now. He gazed down at me, as I looked up at him, smiling softly.
Realizing what he said, I sat up, blushing. "Wh-what do you mean...anyone?" I could feel the blood rush to my face as I viewed him, studying his eyes.
Gilbert crawled in front of me and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine. He smiled softly, as his lip cracked and blood gushed out of it. He simply wiped it off and gazed deep into my eyes.
"I think I love you, Matthew...I've been questioning my feelings for too long though, and I just want to check something..." Gilbert trailed off and leaned his face closer to mine...And closer...And closer...
My mind fuzzed when our lips touched. I didn't know what he was feeling, but I enjoyed the kiss, it was soft and...bloody!
I don't want to pull away, but the blood...is trickling down my face! It feels so cold...
Gilbert broke away and stared at me. His face flushed when he noticed the blood sliding down my neck.
"Ah, let me get that..." He said, trying to wipe it off, but it was already dried.
Suddenly, my dad burst in on our little scene. He looked at me, and then Gilbert, who was still turned around, trying to wipe the dry blood off.
"Gilbert," He bellowed angrily, closing his eyes, "get the hell out of my office, or I'll-"
I interrupted him. "Dad, it's not what it looks like..." I said calmly, as Gilbert turned around to see my dad, who's face suddenly changed from anger to confusion. Gilbert stood up and held his hands up in the air, walking out of the office. "I'll wait for you outside Matt." Gilbert said, but Dad stopped him.
"No you won't. Go home Gilbert. I'm calling your parents." Dad said, crossing his arms.
"Um, my parents are kind of dead." Gilbert said, calmly.
Dad sure seemed surprised when he said that. His eyes boggled, but after a minute, he calmed down."Well what about your grandfather?"
"He's in the hospital, but I'm walking home anyway." Gilbert said, putting his hands in his jacket and walking out of the office and shutting the door.
Dad walked over to me and viewed the blood on my neck. "Is this blood yours?" He seemed rather sheepish suddenly.
"No..." I whispered as my dad looked into my eyes. He seemed a bit surprised.
"How did it get on you?" Dad asked, but before I could respond, he noticed my hand. It still had scrapes of blood on it. He looked around the room and noticed the hole in the wall and the stapler. I stayed silent as Dad admired the room.
"Did you punch him?" Dad asked, looking at the ground, and not making any eye contact with me.
"Yeah..." I whispered quietly, biting my lip.
"Okay..." Dad laughed for a minute and looked down at me. "You have a temper like your mother."
I nodded and sat up. "Can I go to the prom with Gilbert?" I asked quietly, smiling at my dad.
Dad nodded, but looked at my neck. "But you might want to clean up, you still have blood on you."
I chuckled and hurried off to the bathroom. I rinsed of the blood and looked down at my now wet hoodie. That's when Dad walked inside.
"You can borrow one of your mother's outfits. He wore classy clothing, you know." Dad said, smiling softly.
"Thanks Dad!" I cheered, and rushed off to Mum's office. I hurried and changed into a blue tuxedo with an orange tie. I speeded out into the cafe, kissed Dad good-bye, and hurried out into the cold.
"Gilbert!" I shouted, and before I could shout again, I was being hugged tightly.
I looked down to see two arms and I followed them until I saw Gilbert. He pulled me closed and kissed me softly right away. He pulled apart after a moment and rushed me into the cold, holding my hand.
So, we went to the prom. It was a dark room, lit with only lights on the dance floor and the food stand. I was too shy to dance, but Gilbert didn't let me just watch, and he pulled me into a slow dance. Even though people watched us with disgusted looks,I felt as if I didn't care. And that's when she arrived.
Gilbert and I were about to kiss again, when we heard a familiar voice. We broke away and stared at Elizabeth, who stared at Gilbert with fake regret.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, take me back baby!" She cooed, but Gilbert turned me away from her, dipped me down, and kissed me.
"If you can't tell, I've moved on." Gilbert said, hugging me to his chest. I chuckled lightly and she scowled, calling over Roderich, and Ludwig followed curiously.
"What is it Eliz?" Roderich asked, looking at him in disgust.
"Can't you see? Your brother is a brat and a cheater!" Elizabeth pouted, causing my anger to topple over again.
"He is not a cheater bitch," I said, gritting my teeth, and shoving her away from Gilbert. "I know him better than you, and he loved you with all his heart, and you broke it. You're the brat!" I hissed, grabbing a dazed Gilbert's hand and stalking off to the bleachers.
Gilbert kissed my cheek and watched as Elizabeth complained more, and Ludwig walked away from them, to their surprise, and over to Gilbert and I, his Italian friend following.
"That was impressive," Ludwig's Italian friend said, smiling broadly at them.
Gilbert leaned over to me, "That's Lud's boy, Feliciano, and I'm telling you, I caught them scoring!"
Ludwig swat at Gilbert and Feliciano blushed madly, while Gilbert and I laughed.
"Well it was nice to meet you, but I have to, uh...use the bathroom..." Feliciano said, dragging a flustered Ludwig to the bathrooms. Gilbert looked at me and laughed. He kissed my cheek and noticed that Elizabeth seemed to be leaving, with Roderich following.
"Hey, they're gone now...Wanna dance?" Gilbert asked, looking at the almost empty dance floor.
I blushed and nodded, grabbing his hand. He led me to the dark floor and pulled me close. It felt as if out hearts beat perfectly together, and we pushed or cheeks against each other.
I pulled apart again, and pressed my fore head to his.
"I love you, Gilbo." I said, smiling wide, as the song carelessly played on.
"I love you too, Matty." He said, causing me to suddenly remember my dad. I blushed, but leaned in and kissed him anyway. This one was held for so long that, after we pulledapart, we were both panting.
When I opened my eyes I could see my mum coming to pick me up in the distance. I giggled and pulled him in for one more short kiss, making sure to break his hip open.
"Hey, you did that on purpose Matt!" He cooed, kissing my nose and looking to see my mum as we twirled around each other. "Do you have to go now?"
I nodded but didn't pull apart. "I'm going to ask if you can stay the night though, okay?"
"Will Froggie like that?" He teased,causing me to blush.
"H-hey he's not that bad..." I stuttered, being cut off by another kiss.
"I know, I'm just playing." He cooed, pulling away from me.
"I'm still going to ask!" I cheered, rushing over to my mum as he hid in a bathroom stall.
I looked up at my mum with hope. "So can he stay..?" I asked. He simply nodded and so the night went on nicely.
We cuddled and watched sad movies, we made-up stories, kissed a few times, and I fell asleep on top of him, with his arm on my back.