A/n: Ok Matthew is about 16, turning 17 when 2010 hits right now so that makes him a junior in high school.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Carnations are white,
Just like you
~~~Five Years Later~~~
Matthew kept his promise; he even brought up the courage to visit his father's grave. He visited every so often and usually stayed there for quite some time. This time, it was the near the end of summer and he brought a gift.
~August 28, 2009~
Matthew carried a bouquet of roses in his arms as he sat near the grave.
"Hey there papa," he laid down the roses, "I brought you these, and they were your favorite weren't they? Roses." Matthew smiled and sat there. But then he frowned.
"I think I'm invisible papa…no one ever sees me, and it's really hard to make friends like this…" he paused and was silent for a good while as if thinking.
Matthew then stood, "Well, I guess I'll see you next time," and left.
~October 11, 2009~
This time, Matthew had brought a bouquet of beautiful Violets.
"It's me again," The Canadian laid down the violets.
"I brought you these this time, I thought they were pretty," he smiled, though it wasn't anything special. He frowned again.
"Papa? I've been thinking about…. about…" Matthew stopped in mid sentence, wiping away a tear that had managed to fall, "Never mind…I love you," he stood, and turned.
~January 18, 2010~
Matthew came again, but with a bouquet of the White Carnations instead.
"Hey, I'm here again," he once more, laid down the flowers, "Aren't these beautiful? They remind me of the snow…" he took a long silence. Suddenly, he felt water in his eyes.
"I don't know why, but…I'm on the verge of my sanity papa, No matter how hard I try, I can't make any friends! It's just so hard when nobody sees you! I really think I'm going insane…I need someone, anyone…just…I just don't want to be alone anymore…"
The blond stood and wiped away his tears, "Well, I have to go now, I need to get to school, I love you," he turned and walked away.
~April 4, 2011~
And in the spring, is when Matthew met him. It was purely an accident when it happened.
Matthew was on his way to school when stopped once more by his father's grave to visit. He couldn't seem to go by without doing it. He walked to the headstone and sat.
"Bonjour à nouveau, I don't have any flowers this time, but I still wanted to visit you," Matthew sighed.
"Papa? I wish…I wish I had someone to hold on to…to be my friend. Even Alfred doesn't talk to me anymore unless he needs me. And dad is usually away…I just need someone, anyone…" The blond trailed off.
"I have to leave for school now, I'll come see you again soon," Matthew got to his feet and started to leave when he realized the time, muttering curse words under his breath he quickly left. But he wasn't looking where he was going and promptly bumped into another person. It was a rough impact that knocked both he and whoever the other was to the ground.
"Ah…sorry!" Matthew said to the other person. That person groaned.
"Mein Gott kid! That hurt!" he said. Matthew stood and offered a hand. It was really strange because his hair was silvery, a white color, but not gray. His eyes were crimson. Then his gaze traveled to what he was wearing, dark blue jacket, darker jeans, nothing out of the ordinary. But it caused Matthew to think for a brief moment. It reminded him of something familiar. He quickly pushed it from his mind when the strange person took his hand.
"Sorry for running into you," Matthew said again.
"Nah, don't worry about it!" The guy waved his hand.
"Well, see ya later," he said, and promptly walked around him. The Canadian shrugged, and went his own way certain he would probably never see him again.
The rest of his day went rather smoothly. Nothing else happened that was extraordinary enough to tell. When the day was over, he went home. He arrived not long after he left, living so close, and went to the front door. Matthew grabbed the door handle. Trying to open it, he pulled down. 'Oh no.' He jiggled the handle , wouldn't budge.
'Damn it Alfred.' Matthew mentally cursed his brother. He pounded loudly a few times before feeling for his key in his pocket, only to realize it wasn't there. How was he supposed to get in now? Looks like he had to wait until his brother decided to open the door for whatever reason. The Canadian walked to the sidewalk nearby, and sat. A few hours went by, and Matthew began to grow bored. He waited, and waited, and waited…but still no one opened the door. He was just about to doze of when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey! I remember you!" said boy looked up and saw none other than that albino guy he ran into earlier.
"Yeah…me…"
"What are you doing out here? For a second I thought you were a hobo…" he said.
"My brother locked me out…. again," Matthew sighed.
"Again? Well damn, how many times has this happened?"
"Lots, more than I can count," the silverette walked over and sat down next to him. The Canadian stared at him.
"Who are you?"
"Awesome!" Matthew glared.
"Just kidding, Gilbert, Gilbert Beilschmidt!" he announced all to proudly.
"Piyo!" Matthew's eyes suddenly fell onto the fluffy yellow chick on his head.
"And this Gilbird! The other half of my awesome!" he said, gesturing the thing on his head. The bird then flew from Gilbert's head onto Matthew's and nestled contently. Matthew paused; Gilbert stared.
"I officially declare you awesome because Gilbird has never done that for anyone but me!" Gilbert declared proudly. The blond merely shrugged.
"By the way, I don't even know your name yet...so what is it?" Matthew hesitated. He had no clue who this guy was and he wasn't sure if he should give out his name to a complete stranger.
"Alfred," he replied. What better to fix a problem then to lie? The albino looked at him suspiciously.
'No it's not! You don't even look remotely like an Alfred!" The blond frowned, acting offended.
"I'm offended! I don't appreciate you telling me what my name is or isn't."
"Well don't be because that's not your name!"
"Then what do I look like?"
Gilbert thought for a moment.
"Matthew! You look like a Matthew Williams!" he proclaimed. Matthew paled. How did he know his name? Gilbert must have noticed this because he smiled triumphantly.
"Did I get it right?"
"No."
"What! Yes I did! You should've seen your face!"
"I said that's not my name!"
"Then what is your name?"
Matthew paused. He had figured it out so why keep up the act? But, he'd already said it wasn't. He finally decided he didn't care.
"Alright alright! My name is Matthew!"
"Matthew…?"
"I'm not giving you my full name! I don't even know you!" the Canadian said indignantly.
"You know what? You look familiar…what school do you go to?"
Well, that was completely off subject. So now he was asking what school he was going to? The blond sighed. Apparently, this guy wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.
"Heta High School."
"Dude! Are you serious? Me too!" the albino said, "But you can't be a senior."
"No, I'm not. I'm a junior," Matthew stated bluntly.
"I've seen you a few times in the hall, but I'm a senior so I don't see juniors to often, though I have a best friend who's a junior!"
"Cool…."
Gilbert was about to reply when Matthew heard the door open. He stood up and walked over leaving Gilbert to sit there. Alfred stood there for a minute and then he turned to see him.
"Mattie!" he started, putting a hand to his forehead, "I'm sorry! How long have you been out here?"
"About an hour or two," he replied solemnly.
"Shit! I'm sorry! Damn why didn't you knock louder? Here go on in," The Canadian nodded and looked back to Gilbert.
"See you later," he said quietly.
Gilbert stood and nodded as if he heard. He walked away with his hands in his pockets. Matthew wondered if he'd remember him at school. The idea was put to rest though due to the lack of care. He walked into his house and took off his shoes before he headed up the stairs to his room. The blond threw his stuff down and sat on his bed. A long sigh escaped his lips. Matthew grabbed his bag once more and pulled out a folder, opened it, and grabbed a pencil from the same bag. He slipped out one piece of paper with number equations and began to work. Once all of the assignments in the folder were complete, he replaced them back into their original spots and laid down. And before he knew it, he fell into a long, dream filled, sleep.
Translations~!:
Mein Gott (German) My God
Bonjour à nouveau (French) Hello, it's me again
That's it I think. Thank you for the reviews and love!
-IchigoMelon
