Dude , I felt like such a fuck up ! No one reviewed or anything ... DX
But because im such a cool cat , I shall update nonetheless .
So yeah enjoy and stuff.
Disclaimer - I own nothing. At all. Just imagination
The next day , while dragging my deadened body through the throngs of other useless students who also seemed just as dead as I was I sordidly thought about the offer of visiting Matthew's house . It seemed ok . Just think about it , somebody can be there to warn him about the masks that everyone in this town seems to enjoy using on a constant basis. Honestly , it gets boring after a while, but my dad says not to go around telling people what I think of their fucked up lives.
Speaking of the old man , my dad's a through and through metrosexual , I mean , dang the man's got the whole package going on for him. The manicures , massages, hair saloon appointments , you name it , and he's probably done it. Kind of similar to Matthew , minus the Harry Potter glasses and the violet eyes. I mean he has like hair so blonde , my mom used to call him Rapunzel , she would still , if it wasn't for….
Well yeah , so as much as I was totally involved with comparing the eye shades and nose widths of both my new found friend as well as my dad , I nearly bumped into the weirdest guy you would have ever met. That being the understatement of the century , I drove myself away from my mind palace and stared blandly at Gilbert Beilschmidt , albino German transfer student and self proclaimed " Strudel Popper" , he still thinks that the strudel is a German dessert , which irritates the Austrian in our class for misusing one of the finer delicacies of Austria and comparing it to the purity of a women. Beats me , what the guys argue about. Europeans…
" What are you thinking about noob?" Yeah , he's rude as well. Pretty weird thing he's got going on if you ask me.
" Not much , just met Matthew yesterday. Tried clearing up that thing that happened last year. He's pretty awesome dude."
Was it just me , or did albino just heat up about a million shades of red ? I'm guessing , someone's befounded a crush on the not so newbie. Well , no need to let on that I actually know his future intentions , so I pressed on.
" Yeah dude , he invited me over to his place . Then maybe after that all of us could hang out sometime later."
Gilbert flushed once more , which was really unbecoming when portrayed over his glowingly pale skin , but nonetheless made his point of ogling after Matthew that much more obvious. A sharp stiff nod was his response in regards to my prior requests of hanging out as a group , with a hopefully new member.
I would say that I was overjoyed that my reckless , suicidal friend with absolutely no knowledge over the fact that the stunts he pulled of half the time could kill him , had finally founded another outlet for his crazy shenanigans. But really , having to be friends with a love struck fool who mumbles on about love like Romeo is so not cool. I mean Romeo , in my opinion, should have been a hero by stopping the fighting between the two fighting families before going off to screw the gorgeous babe. He so needs to grow a pair. But that's just my opinion , and not anyone else's to understand or comprehend on my behalf. We both then trailed off towards our first period of the day , completely forgetting the points of our earlier conversation , and getting drowned into the conundrum that is the modern day societal judgement hall , known as high school.
Lunch had finally crawled onto us , and with that sweet bell of freedom ringing noisily through the long halls and fluorescent class rooms , an almost ungodly stampede of hungry students dashed towards the cafeteria , which was capable of providing food that didn't taste of a cardboard oatmeal mashup.
My gang consisting of Ivan , who's from Russia as I forgot to mention earlier , Gilbert , Lovino Vargas , spunky little ball of swearwords from Italy and my honorary right hand man , Kiku Honda , anime obssesionist and intellectual from Japan all literally dropped down into our usual seats at the plastic table towards the centre of the cafeteria and stared tragically at the food trays slopped with an overstuffed subway sandwich and a fresh salad by the side. Ok , it was probably me just staring at my food that way , but I was so tired damn it ! Kiku and Ivan were already heatedly discussing the pros and cons of some anime that they both watched called Hellsing or something , while Gilbert was nitpicking at Lovino's vocabulary , while laughing his head off at the other's reaction.
With a headache fast approaching and a stomach grumbling involuntarily , I gingerly picked up the stuffed sandwich and bit into it . Chewing had to be halted momentarily though as I felt someone sit down next to me , and that was as much an unusual occurrence as it was weird. Looking up from my sandwich to my side and grinning out loud was something I didn't expect to happen when I was met with the smiling face of Matthew.
" Hey dude. Mind if I join ?"
I nodded eagerly before scooting closer to Ivan as to make extra room for another person. Gilbert seemed to be a slight tint of red , but upon second glance the usual cocky ass smirk placated itself on his face as he strode over to Matthew.
The acknowledgement of Matthew was something that almost went unnoticed amongst our group but when Ivan and Kiku both nodded at Matthew who in returned smiled , that was their welcome banner into the group. Gilbert though had just about slung his arms around the wannabe Canadian , before making loud raucous jokes that visibly put him at ease. 10 minutes of muted conversations that didn't include me then subsided , as Matthew looked away from Gilbert , flushed and breathing hard from all the laughing they did , and chuckled up at me.
" Coming over today ?"
The half eaten subway left aside on the tray , I looked up at Matthew before bursting out into an original Alfred Jones Old School Grin ™ , giving him a thumbs up .
" Sure thing dude. All up for it !"
The casual nod wasn't hard to miss , but something about accepting the visit to his place seemed…. Ominous. In a good way of course , but like something big was heading my way… Might even be to big for me to handle.
School ended on a diminutive note that day , the usual chaos was still present of course , but the loud burst and exclamations of confidence and freedom were numbed down by my ears. I think I must have caught a cold or something , I was so not myself today.
Exiting the classroom was a task on its own , as the substitute teacher we had whispered out all our names , that a whole 10 minutes had passed before we were done with our attendance. Matthew and Ivan were waiting for me outside , a surprising duo , but they seemed to be getting on well enough. I tried to sneak up on Matthew and maybe give him a knee buckle , but Ivan caught me and nearly pounded my scapula in with a "friendly" punch. That punch was so not friendly. Matthew just laughed at me shrugging my shoulder in pain … Dumbass. So going to wreck his house. Tear his carpets up a little too. Flirt with his mom as well. Hope she's hot.
" So dude , how are we going to your place ? Bus or good ol' fashioned walking ?"
" My dad's picking us up. He had some stuff to do anyway , so he volunteered to do it."
My phone rang mid-way , and it seemed to be my dad , immediately picking it up , I began to answer notices of concerns and queries over where I'll be and whose house it was that I was going to. Did I mention that my dad was paranoid ? No ..? Ok , well he's paranoid. I mouthed " I'll be right there " to Matthew , and watched him walk through the corridors leading to the exit , while I reassured a whiny Frenchman that I wouldn't become chopped liver , in the basement of a strangers house.
I love the man , but he's got to calm the fuck down. I'm 17 for god's sake , and it's a friend I met in school. But whatever , I rushed outside seeing as how the population of students in the school had withered down to a measly number of about 7 , and prayed to god that Matthew and his dad were not waiting for me.
Ever watched those romantic totally cliché movies , that when the hero and heroine either brush fingers or maintain eye contact for the first time , there's a spark of electricity and the wind blows and the background music is some original piano composition , remixed to make it all romantic and stuff. Well the wind was pretty bad outside the school compound , and I felt something , but that's about it.
For there he stood , a messy head of blonde hair and one of the most ludicrously forest green eyes I have ever seen. Button nose and slim lips be damned , those eyes were fucking gorgeous , that I had to use a cuss word to describe them. This is without going into the description of some pretty badass eyebrows that he had owned , pair of monsters they were. Matthew waved forward from standing outside his dad's car , which was a black Volvo s60 by the way , and signalled me to come and meet his ….. dad. The smirk on his face was imminent , but as the father saw me walking towards him he smiled , and damn was it hot out here in all this wind.
" Dad , this is Alfred . Alfred , Dad."
" Hey , Mr…"
I drawled out , knowing full well calling him Dad , was me basically begging for humiliation of the highest degree to be bestowed upon me.
" Ah , Kirkland. ."
A shiver tremored through my spine. Sharp , crisp , total James Bond , british accent. I can not be getting affected by this.
" Hey , Mr. Kirkland . Thanks for the ride back to..uh.. your place."
Yes , Alfred , go and fuck up while talking to this man. Thought you were always flawless when it came to communication huh ? Well you're not.
He chuckled though , and I just laughed it off before sliding in the back seat with Matthew , while trying not to get a boner from asking both of us how our day went. I am royally fucked.
Dont know whether I should ask you people to review , but yeah do it if you want...
I feel so depressed.
Bleedingsmirk out.