So here's chapter 2! I'm sorry, it's a bit of a PruCan, but more of a PruHun later. Confused? Me too!

Thank you for reading this, enjoy the second chapter!

RE-EDITED; 26/6/2013

The party was just as she expected it to be. Loud, wild, messy…and yes, despite going there with Gilbert Beilschmidt, one of the most popular kids at school, she felt very much invisible.

He was currently shouting vulgar comments to France, who was busy in hitting on Vasch's adopted younger sister, the poor thing probably regretted her curiosity.

The Swiss immediately shot a death glare to Francis, apparently a glare won't be the only thing that Francis would receive, regarding 'death'.

Madeline gaped horrified at the scene before her, still shocked from the noise and chaos.

"Everything's fine?" she suddenly heard a voice near her ear.

She gasped and turned around immediately, to find Gilbert grinning at her. "You scared me…" she quietly said, hardly heard above the loud music.

Gilbert chuckled at her, "I'm sorry…wanna see the back yard?"

"Uh…"-"FRANCIS! I thought you got hooked up with Alice! D'd'she broke up with you already?!"

The terrified Madeline just nodded quickly.

Gilbert smirked and offered his hand to her. Madeline blushed and took it. She had to admit, she felt like she was cheating on the one who sends her the tulips. But, nothing is going to happen, right? she had no reason to feel guilty…

"So how's the party so far?" Gilbert asked her.

"Umm…" Madeline winced, "I don't really like these kinds of things…"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at her, "Really? How come? I love those parties…"

Madeline shyly nodded, not sure if she wanted to continue the conversation or not. She had so many other things in her mind right now, she found other things pointless in compare. What? She was to meet the one person she had in mind for two months, in TWO DAYS!

"You know, "Gilbert cut her track of thoughts, "you look really nice tonight." His red eyes met her purple ones. "T- Thank you…" her face turned pink and she turned her head.

He let out a faint laugh, "I'm not really used to such modesty…but I think it's cute…"

Madeline's blush darkened. She always felt uncomfortable in flashy clothes, or clothes that were too tight or were more about skin-showing than a cloth.

"Thanks…" she mumbled quietly. She thought of what would she wear to the meeting with her mysterious…friend? It must be more than friends if he sent her tulips…

Gilbert sighed heavily, "Okay, I can't do it…"

"What?" Madeline looked at him confused.

"You look so nervous, so I suppose you found out already. Look, you're really nice and cute and all, but…" he trailed off when he saw that Madeline still had no idea of what he was talking about.

"Just…" Gilbert started, embarrassed. He sighed in defeat, and seemed nothing like the vulgar 'awesome' guy he was. "I'm sorry. I only asked you out to make Elizaveta jealous…"

It took some time for Madeline to understand what he said, before asking him to continue."We used to be pretty close in the past…she used to be a tomboy, you know? Anyway, lately she started dating this Roderich guy, and…" he looked like he was concentrating on something, "I thought she'd be here…we haven't talked for a while…I…kind of miss her…"

Madeline had nothing to say. She let out a small smile, well; at least I can stop feeling guilty… "Don't worry." She told him, "I'm sure everything will turn out fine, in the end."

Gilbert smiled weakly, "and what's your story?"

"Huh?"

"Most girls would slap me across the face for a thing like that, "his smile widened wickedly, "You didn't seem to mind at all. So? Who's on your mind?"

Madeline blushed and started to mumble, "I…I'm not sure…"

"Not sure? What do you mean?"

"W-well…" she wasn't sure if he was the person to talk about it. But, on the other hand, he just told her how he really feels about somebody else.

"It started two months ago…" she said, defeated, "there's this person who sends me flowers once a week…"

"Ahhh…" Gilbert smirked, "an admirer…sounds like Francis."

"Wha?!" Madeline squeaked, terrified. It can't be Francis…! Sure, he's all for L'Amour and stuff, but there's just no way!

Gilbert frowned, "Nah, that can't be right. Francis sure likes to flirt for fun, but he's all for that Alice girl. Oops." He looked at her guilty, "Guess I shouldn't have said that. Anyway, how do you feel about him? The one who sends you those flowers?"

Madeline blushed, "Well…I think I like him…I mean, I don't know who it is yet, but—"

"You're going to meet him?!" Gilbert cut her sentence.

Madeline shyly nodded. She took out of her jacket pocket the small invitation paper. "I know it's stupid to take this with me, but I just can't stop thinking about it…"

"Show me." Gilbert took the paper from her and unfolded it.

He looked like he was concentrating when he read it. Eventually he smirked, "I think I recognize this handwriting…"

"Y-you do?!" Madeline beamed.

He gave her a cocky grin, "Obviously! You should have expected no less from the awesome Gilbert!" he laughed out loud.

Madeline blushed and giggled a little, a bit embarrassed. "So…can you tell me who is it?"

"Hmmm…" Gilbert thought, "I'm not sure, but I think it's Lars…"

"What?" Madeline asked, confused.

"Lars, Emma's older brother. We're at the same class. Anyway, this hand writing is about like his." He stopped for a minute to see Madeline confused and in denial. He smiled, "What were those flowers you received?"

"T-tulips" she blushed, face screwed in an attempt to think of a way why it was impossible.

Gilbert laughed, "That settles it. It's definitely Lars. Antonio doesn't really like him, but I think you two could be cute together. "

Madeline was still shocked from what he had told her. Gilbert still laughed at news he just found out. "So it was tulips…what makes you think that only Lars could send it?"

"Well," Gilbert calmed down, "When it comes to romances like that, most people would use roses, just like my friend Francis who's all for that stuff. BUT," He made a short pause, "I know that Lars has a tulip plot in his garden."

"Where do you know that?"

"I have my sources!" he cleared his throat; "anyway, that guy is a total cheaper. I can't imagine him buying anything that he can't get with less money."

Madeline pouted at what he said, not liking how he badmouthed him.

"Of course, he did use something he probably worked hard for, so it must be serious for him. Well, the only other person I can think of sending tulips would be Sadiq, but he's back in Turkey for all I know…hey, are you okay?" he looked worried at Madeline.

"Yeah…just…too much information I think…" she mumbled. "Perhaps I should ask Alfred if we could go home…"

When she was at home, she thought of her supposed admirer, Lars. He was…nice, she guessed. He didn't talk much when she came over to Emma, but she did find his quietness…interesting? Well, she did think he was handsome. And she did wonder what his hair is like when down…she never really talked to him, but when she looked into his eyes a few hours ago…wait wait! She couldn't start fall for him! She wasn't even sure it was him!

She should just wait patiently until two days…

"Oh God Maddy, that was hilarious! That Korean kid, Im Yong, man, who knew he could dance like this! Hahahaha!" her brother laughed, forgetting that their parents and the rest of the neighborhood asleep.

~THAT WONDERFUL TIME SKIP THAT HELPS US GET TO THE POINT~

Deep breath Maddy, Madeline calmed herself, we know that you're about to meet him, but please—Oh, who am I kidding?! Madeline was as nervous as she could be.

When the bell rang, that was it. Impatiently looking at her watch, she ran to the ladies room to make sure she was perfectly calm. Obviously she wasn't.

Lars wasn't in any shape better. Holding the tulip bouquet he waited until it was exactly 15 minutes after the bell to go to the school's library. This is it, he thought, Lars, you're about to die.

Madeline waited impatiently besides the library. What if it was really a prank? What if he changed his mind? What if-

"Uh…" she snapped her head to the voice's direction. Her eyes widen and her mouth hanged open.

Lars really didn't know what to do. "This…" he blushed, "this is for you," he handed her the bouquet.

So it was him…she thought, "Thank you…" she said quietly.

"I'm sorry its not- I'm sorry I'm—"he started to stutter.

"It's okay…those flowers are great…" she said quietly and blushed.

Lars felt his heart race. "So…do you…would you…?" he sighed, "are you okay? That…that it's me?" he looked deep into her purple eyes.

She smiled lightly, "I couldn't hope for anyone else…"

He stared blankly at her for a moment, then smiled and took her hand. "I really like you Madeline" he blushed.

She blushed too, "I really like you too."

"So, ummm..." He scratched the back of his neck, "Would you like...to go out with me?"

She smiled warmly, "I would love to"

The end. I re-edited the end since I really wasn't happy with the original one I wrote. I'm not sure about this one too, but it's better than the first one. Oh well. Anyway, you don't have to review. (Does my reverse psychology takes effect? Because I actually do want a lot of reviews…)

Alright folks, have a nice day!