Matthew lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, one arm resting above his head the other wrapped around his toy polar bear Kumajirou. When he got Kumajirou the Canadian was going through a faze where he was obsessed with anime and Japan, hence the Japanese name. But that was many years ago and now Matthew had forgotten any Japanese he may have picked up, also forgetting the bears name. Nevertheless the bear was still very important to him and Alfred enjoyed making fun of that but Matthew would always retort by making fun of his toy alien Tony that he had also had from a young age.
Anyway back to the ceiling, Matthew was staring at the ceiling because it was nine pm and he didn't feel like sleeping yet. He didn't feel like sleeping because it was hot, so instead of sleeping he lay atop the blankets, stared at the ceiling and recapped the events of today. Not being noticed in just about every class, not even by the teachers, the sweltering heat. Then after school the fight, his broken glasses and Gilbert. It was without a doubt the most eventful day in his new school yet. Gilbert really was strange, even if he hadn't talked to him that much it wasn't hard to tell he had an ego the size of Prussia the country he claimed to hail from, and he had such intriguing eyes. Now Matthew knew that Gilbert was albino that much was obvious, but didn't albinos have pink eyes not red? Oh well they were red and you can't deny something right in front of you. So far Matthew hadn't really made any friends, people had to realise your existence before you can become friends with them, so he wondered if perhaps he could befriend Gilbert. But they seemed complete opposites, Gilbert was overflowing with confidence and Matthew was as meek as they come, although he could be rather aggressive if he wanted to be, but fortunately for others (particularly Alfred) that wasn't to often.
Matthew rolled over and stared at his small radio alarm clock and watched the bright red numbers shine nine thirty. At that Matthew decided that if he was going to get up at six am then he best get some sleep.
Matthew awoke to some annoying DJ going on about the latest hits and about how you should call and enter some stupid competition. The blonde threw his hand in the direction of the noise, missed, tried again, missed again, tried again, succeeded, then proceeded to fall out of bed with a loud painful thump.
"Ow…" He mumbled, okay he was awake now. He slipped on his spare pair of glasses and sluggishly pulled him self over to his wardrobe where he leaned against the wall for a few seconds before falling asleep again then falling down, again. "OW! Okay I'm really awake now"
After a few more minutes of fumbling around Matthew had managed to get dressed, make his bed, and fix his alarm. Now Matthew was standing at the kitchen stove cooking pancakes and his brother was sitting on the couch watching Sponge Bob Square Pants laughing much too loudly for quarter past six in the morning. Matthew flipped the last pancake onto his brothers plate and pored them both a glass of orange juice, he picked up the plates and brought them out to the lounge room then set them down on the coffee table in front of his twin, then retrieved the glasses and placed them next to the plates.
"Yay! Pancakes! Thanks Mattie!" Alfred exclaimed as he quite literally drowned his pancakes in the sticky liquid known as maple syrup.
"Your welcome, Al. But I would appreciate if you were a bit quieter." It was strange to see his brother so energetic first thing in the morning, usually it would take Matthew a good solid half hour of coaxing (see: beating) before Alfred would dare give up his cover and let the waking world hit him, and it always did. Like ten tons of bricks. Causing him to be, for the lack of a better word, a bitch. But today he was different. Awake, or maybe he hadn't fallen asleep and spent all night consuming large amounts of candy and energy drinks. It wouldn't be the first time. Or even second, or fifth, but that couldn't be it he looked to awake and alert. Not in an 'I've had way to much sugar and now I'm hypo and stop looking at me like that or I'll sick my rainbow pimp hat on you' kind of way either. Meh. It wasn't that important was it? Nah. Matthew finished his pancakes and stole his brothers plate off him before the blue eyed teen could begin to lick it and get his face all sticky with maple syrup.
By the time 7:50 had rolled around the twins where out off the house and heading to school, Matthew triple checking everything was turned off and locked being the anxious individual he was and Alfred bugging him the whole time being the annoying individual he was. The walk was mostly spent with Alfred chatting animatedly with Matthew and Matthew not listen to a single word that left his brothers lips. He was focused on other things, how the day would go, what might happen if he ran into cretin people, worrying about things completely irrelevant to anything, and feeling rather sick. But that was pretty normal and he told himself that if he just thought about all the other times he'd worried over things like this (which he then realised was everyday) and how nothing bad had ever happened. Well that wasn't completely true anymore, because getting his glasses smashed was probably a something to worry about. Especially when the frames were worth a good $500. As usual it seemed that he had distracted him self with worries and the walk to school had seemed a lot less then the twenty minutes it actually was.
As they entered the large school gates Matthew noticed Francis hanging around with Gilbert and Antonio just passed the entrance. Funny Gilbert and Francis were talking as if they'd known each other for a long time but for the short time he'd known the French teen he hadn't once mentioned Gilbert. Then again this was Francis, the man had no sense of shame and doesn't know the meaning of the word shy (unless he's using it to describe how cute someone is) but then again he probably doesn't know the meaning of: To much information or Not interested either. No matter.
Matthew sat down at his desk and scanned the classroom waiting for the bell to go and for lessons to begin for the day. Being the usually observant boy he was surprised when he saw Gilbert enter the room he was confused as to what he was doing there, It turned out that he had been suspended for the time that Matthew had been there so far for bringing a knife to school. So what happened yesterday wasn't an unusual thing after all. What surprised Matthew further was when Gilbert sat down next to Matthew and went completely limp then fell asleep.
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I think the plot I've got is pretty awesome and I've got a sequel planned too! yay! Reviews are pretty awesome too!
also sorry it took so long to update and this is so short got a bit of writers block there but I'm back :D