A/N: Nope..still on Hiatus ;D
Filler chapter yay /bricked up alive/
And this is a continuation of Gil's flashback from last chapter, and the next one will be too, and so on until I type "END OF FLASHBACK – THIS IS NOW IN AL'S HOUSE" in bold underlined font.
Also, this will probably not be more than five or so chapters -.-;;; 'Cos I .
Date : 26th Dec, Edited and Completed: 3rd January
EDIT : 27th January, 2010.
On a Hiatus from my Hiatus ^^:: (that made sense in my mind!)
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Don't get used to it, guys..and here's a crappy chapter to show you why... -.-;;;
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Sorry about this insanely long note *facewall*
Loving You...Or Maybe Not
Zwei
I peered into the corridor, and failing to notice the cornflower yellow tuft of hair, streaked down the hallway.
Another hallway! Fuckin' ja, I was only two hallways down from my class.
I mentally cheered as I streaked down another hallway without being noticed.
Or at least attempted to.
"Gilly! Yo, dude!" A certain obsecenly cheerful "Come and Strangle Me for Being an Annoying Little Squirt" blond arscheloch greeted – or more aptly, yelled.
I turned in slow motion, trying to reason with myself so I didn't end up killing him.
There are witnesses here. Trap him on the way home or something.
I know...that sounded so totally awesome, kesesese~ Of course thats a given considering that I am the one saying it. Who says I am not practical? Stick that, Westen.
Seriously, though.
Of all the people to spot me, of course it had to be him.
Gott, what unawesome thing did I do to land me in this definitely not awesome shit?
Oh...wait. Everything I do is awesome, since its the awesome me doing it, after all. If something isn't awesome enough, my awesome makes it awesome so maybe I should rephrase that question?
What awesome did I not do to deserve this unawesome shit?
While I was thus doing a(n awesome) mental check list of what bitchy Karma could have landed in such an unawesome situation, Alfred was rambling on about...something.
Give me a break, guys. Excuse me for not noticing something while I was zoning out – awesomely so, if I may add, and since I am awesome, I of course may.
Anyway, I was done spacing out (and had failed to understand what Karma had bitch-slapped me like this) and I thought I heard my name in the middle of Alfred's Oscar or some such shit worthy rant, so I went "Whoa whoa, I know I am awesome, and so is my name,but ya don't have to say it all the time, ya know. Because though me spacing out wasn't all that unawesome – nothing I do is or ever can be – its still a bit less awesome than my usual level (which, of course, was Infinity). That, and the fact that Al could pack a mean punch.
Both of them stared at me some, and me, The Clueless Idi – Awesome , I mean – became aware of the fact, belatedly, that Ivan had been standing there with us the whole time.
Immediately my "Preserve the Awesome Gilbert Beillschimdt " senses kicked in and I stammered a hasty "See ya later – stay awesome" over my shoulder to Al (Not Ivan, because he was unawesome and hence not worthy of it) and ran back – walked to my homeroom.
No, I did not run back.
I merely walked quickly.
Ok very quickly. But hey, this was Ivan freakin' Braginski we are talking about.
Six feet tall – check.
Built like a wall – check
On the Ice Hockey (and figure skating – but I will overlook that for now) team – check
Bipolar – check.
And, above all, enjoys making a certain awesome silverette's life hell for him – a big, fat red CHECK.
All in caps, please.
I heaved a huge sigh as I entered my Homeroom. I was late, but seeing as how I always am, Miss Katyusha Arlovskaya (that's our teach) let me in with just a frown. Resisting the compulsion to whistle at her rack (which was Immense.), I walked in.
And all of five minutes later, Ivan and Al walked in after me.
Oh yeah.
I forgot that they were in the same Homeroom as me.
Talk about weak memories.
Cue sheepish (but still awesome) grin.
Unfortunately, Francis and 'Tonio had a different homeroom so I had no one I could pretend to be my friend. And that's not a problem with me, since I like being alone anyway.
So I did the unthinkable – I snatched a book from my backpack and started studying.
Ok, just pretending to. Shut up!
"Psssst, Gil.."
That's what I was afraid of. I mean, really? Hewas three rowsbehindand two rowsawayfromme for God's sake!
"Hey, dude!"
And what he considered a whisper was anything but. It sounded more like a bullhorn. Miss Arlovskaya looked up and shot a glance at Al, but didn't say anything, because that's the way she was. She's got a big ra – heart. Yeah, thats it. A big heart.
"Gil!"
Go away, Al, I am not interested in talking to you...
"GIL!"
Ignoring you, man...
Bomp!
I glared at the paper ball that had hit me bang on the back of my awesome head, hoping it would spontaneously combust from the sheer intensity of the glare.
Al now forgot to lower his voice in excitement. Which resulted to him discreetly whispering (yelling) to half the classroom "READ IT! READ IT!" because thats just his normal voice.
I swear he took away his twin, Matthew's lung power in the womb or something.
Seeing that I was receiving rather odd glances from my classmates (and Miss Arlovskaya) I opened it. And I was not pouting.
Our "Come Pass Me Notes Al, Since I Was Only (Pretending To Be, But He Doesn't Know That!) Studying" Session:
Gil,
Yo dude! I was calling to ya, ya know? I guess ya don't or you'd have answered LOL.
–Always The Hero,
Al.
Al,
Well, I certainly do now. Did you have to hit me? D:
Stay Awesome,
Gilbert
Gil,
Soooo...you remember?
– Always The Hero,
Al.
Al,
Remember what?
– Stay Awesome,
Gilbert.
This was where Al lost all his common sense (like he had some before? Tough Luck. ) and jumped up, screaming "WHAT WAS THAT YOU NEEDED TO TELL IVAN?"
The whole class, including our teach, looked over at the two of us. I stared at him with a horrified "WTF Dude Seriously No Way In Hell Did You Just Do That Tell Me You Did NOT!" expression on my face while Braginsky (the huge moron) stared at me in an "Oh Really I Am So Going To Break Every Bone In Your Body And Cheerfully Make Them Mallets for Croquette" manner .
Don't even ask me how I know about Croquette.
I have not read Alice In Wonderland a total of eighteen times, thank you very much.
And I was not pouting again.
And I was not blushing like a pubescent hormonal Schoolgirl. Nope.
And the whole class were not whispering among themselves that I was ..going to finally confess or some such shit and Elizabeta – damn you, that ingrate – was not taking pictures of Braginsky and Al and me - how on Earth did she get that Camera inside? That's supposed to be banned on campus – and Miss Arlovskaya was not giggling at us and Goddammit this is not happening its just a nightmare let me wake up from it –
- I crashed to the floor with a thud. Damn me and my habit of dozing off in classes. And thank God, the whole Passing Notes fiasco was just what I had prayed for it to be – a nightmare.
Al gave me a pissed off look before passing me a note. "Here it comes," I thought and opened it.
The Passing Notes Session Which Is NOT Another Nightmare:
Gil,
You were sleeping all the time?
:X – Always The Hero, AL!
Alfred,
No, just some moments ago.
:D – Stay Awesome, Gilbert.
Gil,
Haha dude very funny. Wait for us after the class will ya?
Always The Hero, AL!
Alfred,
I can't I have to hurry I have a date.
C: – Stay Awesome, Gilbert.
Gil,
But I needs ya!
D : – Always The Hero, AL!
Alfred,
Noooooo.
Gilbert
Gil,
Yessssssssss
– Al
Alfred,
No can do
Gilbert
Which is why I hate God. If the Big Guy Up There had just let me ignore Al and given him some common sense, I wouldn't have been in this mess right now.
A/N: Next chapter, the shit really hits the fan. I'm sorry I didn't include that bit this chapter, but I can't type anymore D: Really sorry for the crappy quality, but my Selections start tomorrow!
And yeah, there was a ( not so ) subtle premonition somewhere in here.
Also I know texting is easier than passing notes, but Passing Notes is more fun! And I am aware that nobody writes their own names in the notes in case it gets intercepted, but I am too tired (lazy) for that right now. /shot/
Gilbo says to stay awesome ^_^
