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Chapter Warnings: (dat) Moan~
Matthew ran his index finger over the bullet hole in the middle of his chest. "Come ON, Mattie!" Yelled his twin brother, Alfred, from downstairs.
The blonde pulled his black t-shirt over his head, and grabbed his backpack. He sprinted down the stairs, meeting his taller brother at the door.
They arrived at school shortly, Matthew slammed his passenger door shut. He really didn't want to go to this new school.
"Hey, easy on the truck bro." Alfred told his brother sternly. Matthew rolled his eyes. Alfred's red pickup truck was his pride and joy.
"Teh, whatever." Matthew answered sassily before walking to his next class. When Matthew got cranky, he got REALLY cranky.
He entered his first period, Gym. Matthew always hated sports unless it was hockey. But that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that he had to change in front of other boys. Not only was it embarrassing, but somebody always asked what the scar in his chest was from, causing everybody to gather around for story time.
Matthew sighed, feeling extremely tired and crabby; he grabbed his bag and entered the locker room, which was seemingly empty. "Hello is anybody here?" He called out.
(…Silence…)
He sighed in relieve, pulling his shirt over his head, he heard footsteps. Matthew's purple eyes widened as he scrambled to put his black shirt on. 'Damnit damnit damnit…' The chant repeated in his head.
The footsteps stopped right in front of him. "Are you stuck…?" A heavy accented voice said above his head. '…German?' Matthew wondered silently.
Matthew realized that he was in a frozen position. His shirt tag got stuck in his 'sensitive' curl. "Umm…"
"Here, I'll help you." The voice said thoughtfully.
His purple eyes widened. "N-No! Don't pull that-" Matthew's sentence was interrupted when a moan escape his mouth. His shirt was off, but it still tugged his curl very harshly in the process. Matthew placed a hand over his mouth, looking up at the stranger.
The stranger had snow white hair and blood red eyes. Matthew stared for a minute. "Jack?"
"Huh?!" The stranger looked at him with confusion clear on his face.
Matthew put on his most innocent face. "Jack Frost?"
The stranger narrowed his eyes. "That damned movie…"
Matthew's mouth pulled into a mischievous smirk. "I believe the line was 'You can see me?'." He joked. "Anyway, what's your name?"
The boy stopped for a minute. "You're not going to run away are you?"
This time, Matthew's face bore a look of confusion. "Excuse me?"
The boy's eyes looked down, staring at the floor. "It's just… one time I tried to tell somebody my name, something bad happened to them."
Matthew shook his head. "Trust me. If something bad happened to me, I would just be revived from the dead again." He answered, pointing to his bullet wound.
The stranger's eyes changed from sad to sympathy. "I'm sorry." The albino began to walk out of the locker room. Matthew shrugged, grabbing his gym shirt out of his bag.
"Gilbert."
Matthew stopped. "Huh?"
"My name… it's Gilbert." The German boy answered, walking out of the door.
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