I am ALIVE! I know that it has been *calculates in head* over a month...i have my reasons and i'm not repeating them (check my Lo Ti Proteggerò ... Fratello story of you're so dang curious. Anywho, here is chapter 3...
Chapter 3: Lies
By the time Mathew finally turned on the lights of his bedroom, he was so worn out that he collapsed onto his bed. He laid there, mind racing through the events that occurred over the past 5 hours. Alfred had randomly approached him and said that they were going to hang out with some of his friends. Why Mathew had been invited in the first place shocked him so much that he had agreed before realizing that it was really going to mess with his suicide attempt. He had been stuck. Once he agreed, there was no going back for him.
When they both arrived at the park to meet up with the rest of the group, his eyes immediately feel on the albino. His heart seemed to have stopped. Mathew had never even seen this kid before and now twice in one day. The boy, Gilbert, was the one who had apparently cooked this who thing up. He decided that 'everyone needed an awesome day to hang out with their awesome brothers and why not do it than with the embodiment of awesome, me' was his exact words, much to his younger brother Ludwig's dismay.
The other two boys were Feliciano and Lovino Vargas. Mathew knew Feliciano from an observer's point of view, since he had never spoken to the boy before in his life. So, he knew what was coming before it came. Feliciano had immediately jumped at both him and Alfred and bombarded them with questions and comments. "HI~! I'm Feliciano~! I love pasta? Do you like pasta? Oh, this is my fratello, Lovino, and my boyfriend, Ludwig, and I think you know his brother Gilbert, since Gil is the one who planned this. Isn't this nice~! It's so nice hanging out with new people~!"
Alfred took to the hyper Italian well, since he had ADHD and managed to keep up quite well. His brother, on the other hand, was just frowning and making rude comments about everything. Ludwig seemed embarrassed at how Feliciano clung to him and Gilbert…Gilbert just stared at Mathew the whole time. Matt noticed this, but nothing he did hint-wise would get the boy to stop. It was almost like…he was keeping an eye on him. When they started walking around town trying to come up with ideas, Gilbert would also ask what Matt thought or if he was ok doing it. All this managed to though was completely creep Mathew out.
While they walked around town, they ran into Kiku and his cousin Yao. Even though they weren't 'brothers', Gilbert decided they were 'awesome' enough to join them. The group never ended up doing anything. Instead the eight of them merely walked the streets for five hours, mainly talking about nothing. Mathew did enjoy himself, but he didn't really feel like he belonged. The whole time he just followed them around out of the fact that he had nothing else to do…and plus, Gilbert tried to always make sure no one forgot about him. As nice of a gesture as it was, Matt couldn't help but feel…uncomfortable. He was so used to being invisible that whenever Gilbert said his name or wrapped his arm around him, Mathew would try to shy away, but to no avail. The other boy was relentless.
A sudden urge came over him and he decided that he should write about Gilbert in his diary. He reluctantly stood up and walked over to his discarded messenger bag. Fishing his hand through the open sack, his heart seemed to stop. His diary was not in there. Panic over took him and his mind started racing. When was the last time he saw it? This morning. Defiantly this morning. He always made sure he had it in his bag before he went to school in case his papa decided to go on a cleaning spree and accidently come across it. There were too many decrees of suicide to leave it unattended. Then where was it?
Then it clicked. This morning after he opened his locker and was run over. His bag had strewn the contents all over the place when…it…OH GOD! That meant…
His
Diary
Was
Lost
At
SCHOOL!
Mathew had somehow managed to fall into a fitful sleep with a vow that he would find his diary…untouched. When he sluggishly woke up to his alarm, the thought of his missing diary crashed into his conscious mind and he flew out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready.
Hurrying out in record time, he ran right into Alfred who was waiting for his turn.
"Hey…where's the fire?"
Mathew ignored him and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning, mon chere!"
"Morning, Papa."
Francis looked his youngest son over, his brows furrowing. "Mathieu? Êtes-tu bien?
"Oui. Je suis juste fatigue." He replied, side stepping his father and placing bread into the toaster. Francis seemed to believe him. "Oh yes, your father has to go out of town for the next couple days and I am needed at the restaurant more, so I will be leaving earlier and returning later. So that means it will be mostly just you and Alfred."
"Alright!" Alfred had just walked into the room and began to celebrate.
"I do ask that you both please be good."
Mathew rolled his eyes. He didn't need to be told. Alfred on the other hand…he needed to be under guard 24/7. This did, however, fit in with his delayed plans perfectly…
"Oui, Papa."
"Sure."
Francis shook his head. "You both should get going. Have a merveilleuse day!"
Mathew ran back to his room and grabbed his bag before trying to catch up to his brother, who had, once again, left without him.
Gilbert had arrived at school early in hopes of catching Mathew so he could return his diary. God forbid the kid have a heart attack because he didn't have it. He seemed like the type to do that type of thing. Especially since Matt seemed to write in the thing every day!
"Ve~! Gilbert~!" He jerked forward as Feliciano glomped him, squeezing his insides to an uncomfortable size. "Hey, Feli." He looked over his shoulder at the smiling Italian and immediately pat his head. "How are today?"
"Ve~! I'm good~!" He released Gilbert, who rubbed his back and had to stretch his insides back to their proper place.
"That's awesome."
"Gilbert!"
Looking behind Feli and saw Antonio approaching with the ever glum Lovino. "Toni! Hey!" As they approached, Lovino scoffed and tried to stand as far from Gilbert as possible without leaving Antonio's side.
"Hey, I hear that I missed a party yesterday? Why wasn't I invited?"
Gilbert rolled his eyes at the Spaniards fake act of being hurt. "It wasn't a party, Toni."
"Gilbert said it was for awesome siblings to spend time together~! Right, ve~?"
"That's right Feli." That reminded him. "Hey, where's Luddy?"
Feliciano's smile fell a little. "He said he had something he needed to turn in before class." Gilbert frowned. He really needed to come up with a plan to get those two together…
"Damn potato-bastard…" Gilbert rolled his eyes as Antonio tried to cheer up the Italian.
"Be nice, Lovi!."
Lovino then turned on him. "Shut up tomato-bastard!" The six minute bell rang just then and Lovino grabbed Toni and Feli's arms and dragged them off without a backwards glance. Gilbert rolled his eyes and sighed. Why was he friends with him again? Well, he was brothers with Ludwig, who was dating Feliciano, whose brother was Lovino who was dating his best friend, Antonio, so there really was no way out of it. He sighed again and made to walk to class when he ran into someone.
"Sorry…" came the quiet reply. He looked down at the boy and mentally smacked himself in the head.
"Hey, Mattie!" The boy jumped and made a quiet squeak before slowly glancing up at him. Gilbert wrapped his arm around the Mathew's shoulder which caused another squeak. This made Gilbert laugh. "You know Mattie, you remind me a lot of a bird. The way they watch and make high pitched sounds when frightened."
"Don't guinea pigs do that?" came the almost silent question.
Gilbert laughed again. "I guess they do, but you don't remind me of one of those. You're just like a bird. That's awesome though." Mathew mumbled something. "What, Birdie?"
The boy stared at him with violet eyes that made Gilbert smile. "I said, 'Is 'awesome' the only word in your vocabulary?"
"Well, of course. I am awesome, so of course I say 'awesome' a lot."
"So you basically compare everything to yourself?"
Gilbert blinked at him. "I guess…if you put it that way…" Then something tugged at the back of his mind. He carefully explored it until the reason he had come to school early came shooting into his head. "Oh ya! I forgot." He pulled his backpack half off his shoulder and searched for the book in question. "I have your diary." The blonds eyes grew wide in horror as he snatched the book back.
"Y-you didn't r-read it, d-di you?"
Crap. "No."
He could practically see the relief wash over him as he turned to walk away. Gilbert groaned in frustration. Now what? He just said he didn't, but he really did and really wanted to talk to him about it. So…in other words…he lied. Which is completely un-awesome. Crap. Crap. Crap. SHIT!
"Wait!" He ran and caught up to the blond who stared back at him in confusion and annoyance. "Birdie…I…" Fudge…"Do you really get beat up because they think you're your brother?" Gilbert automatically regreted saying it. The look of absolute horror and anger that appeared on the quiet boy's face made him wary and afraid.
"What…did…you say? You read it? You…READ IT! You…you…you…" Gilbert flinched as Mathew brought his fist up like he was going to hit him before pausing. Tears glistened in his eyes and he pushed Gilbert and ran past him to the bathroom to hide.
Gilbert stared after him before walking over to the wall and slamming his forehead against the lockers just as the actual bell rang.
And there it was...
I have ideas for the next chapter already and now that school is over and i have a friend who will be BUGGING me to write more *cough*Jax aka Japan aka Jaxqueline*cough* i shall be trying to update all my stuff and write more. Oneshots and i have other story ideas...*plots*
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