A/N- WHEW! It is Saturday! I promised Friday! Dang am I not good at keeping my own promises! But hey! I went over the page limit I set for myself! I really wasn't lying when I said I found inspiration to write! I wrote a lot! GO ME! So here's your treat! Some character development with a side of smut! What?! LOL Also sorry for the typos if there are any, it is super late here and I'm super, uber tired! And no updates soon, unless I am super incredible and can do it. Do you think I can? Who knows! I'll try!

Chapter 3- Getting There…

It had been a month. In fact, over a month. It was the end of August, and Gilbert had come to live with me in mid-July. Gilbert was a fucking whirl-wind. He took my house by a storm. He was loud and obnoxious. He practically destroyed everything in sight, and he ate like a fucking army of twenty men. Once he found Antonio's axe and started whipping it around like a fucking toy. He broke three vases and cracked my china-cabinet, and I made him pay, dearly. Then he ate all the food in my refrigerator, even the fucking butter! Who the fuck eats butter? I came home to find my fridge empty. There was fucking nothing in my fridge and my pantry! He ate the entire pantry too! IN UNDER A WEEK. Since then, I forced Gilbert to give me a list of all the snacks he wants before we go grocery shopping. Yes, I said we. WE go grocery shopping just in case Gilbert finds something else he wants to devour in the next week. It was fucking hard and sometimes we would get caught by the fucking asshats known as the paparazzi because Gilbert can't fucking keep his cool around ice-cream. PUN NOT INTENDED.

Either way, Gilbert and I were finding out lots of things about each other. Like, for example, Gilbert liked to sleep in the middle of the bed. If I got really close to him right before I fell asleep, he would NOT kick me off the bed during the night. Also, Gilbert was really warm, and I'm always cold. So it was like killing two birds with one stone! It got to the point where I even stopped pretending to lock the door to my bedroom at night. NO. I did not enjoy the fact that his arms would always wrap around me. Okay maybe I did. He was always so peaceful when sleeping. OK LOVINA MOVING ON. I also learned that he had a very limited wardrobe. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK? This guy needs fashion in his life. How does one live without the latest trends?! He only owned one, singular suit. A simple black suit. He had a variety of ties, but only one suit. That needed to change before we got married. FORGET I SAID THAT. He owned lots of pairs of jeans and ripped t-shirts. Obviously band wear attire for tours and stuff. He owned a few dress shirts, like three. Why didn't he dress better?! Oh yeah…he has no sense of fashion. Maddy told me that. It's a good thing I started complaining when he wore the same shirt three days in a row. He started to dress a little fresher, but wasn't too happy about me changing his bachelor lifestyle. Sure, there were plenty of arguments, and Gilbert got really good at dodging kitchen utensils. Our latest fight started out small. It was very late at night, and I mentioned something about the ring being fake.

"It's not fake!" Gilbert yelled from the table, "That's real gold!" His face was covered in pasta sauce and he was attempting to lick it off by scrunching up his eyebrows and stretching his tongue. Which was totally NOT cute….It was parmesan chicken with pasta that night, and Gilbert had eaten three or four chicken breasts with equal portions of spaghetti. YES. THE DAMN BASTARD FINALLY MADE ME COOK HIM DINNER. I don't know how it happened, but one night I made myself something and there were leftovers. Of course, Mr. Sticks-His-Nose-In-Everything came around the corner asking if he could have some too. Maybe it was because of all his compliments or the fact he made me make more of the lasagna, but I started actually cooking dinner for Gilbert.

"It so is!" I yelled back, "I bet you didn't even look at it before Elizaveta bought it!" I was standing at the sink washing my dishes, so I set what was in my hands back into the soapy water. My hair had been pinned up as to not get wet, and I put on hand on my hip as I turned to glare at Gilbert.

"I picked it myself!" he yelled back, standing up and walking to bring me his dishes. When the dishes were not so safely in my hands, he stepped closer to me, "I made sure it was as awesome as me!"

"Bullshit! I refuse to believe you actually chose this ring!" My head turned to the sink and I started to wash the dishes furiously. Gilbert didn't move. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reach one hand up. He tugged on my ponytail, and all my hair came flooding onto my shoulders, "Hey! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I turned my head to look at him, but he had moved somewhere.

Gilbert stuck out his tongue, "You should believe me!" He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me. My futile attempts to kick him off only succeeded in me splashing water all over myself. With one firm arm around my waist, Gilbert took my left hand out of the soapy water, "See, it sparkles even in dim lighting! I wanted to buy a ring that sparkles just like you! That's why I chose the ring!"

"Well I refuse to believe you!" I said while trying very unsuccessfully to hide the obvious blush on my face. My heart was racing again. He needed to stop doing this to me! I don't want to feel this way! Why would he say something like that?! Gilbert let go of my hand and continued hugging me from behind, "What will it take?" His voice sounded hurt. His chin rested on my shoulder as I washed the rest of the dished. What will it take? For me to trust in him? For me to stop my heart from beating so fast whenever he tries shit like this? What? I don't understand, dammit! I turned to look at him. His eyes looked sadly into the soapy water. Why don't I want to hurt him! DAMMIT LOVINA! Snap out of it!

"Time," I replied, "I-I t-think it will just take time….." WHY AM I SO STUPID?! GAHHHHHHH. Gilbert let go of me and walked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. DID THAT PISS HIM OFF?! Oh shit. Needless to say, we didn't talk to each other for a week. We didn't talk to each other until Friday night.

In response to me hurting his feelings, Gilbert staked out on the couch drinking beer and throwing the cans all over the floor just to piss me off. We had our fair share of scream fests before, and I always won because Gilbert can't strain his voice. SUCKS TO BE A MUSICIAN! But that week, we didn't say anything. It was absolute silence. Usually, we would make up with television. Yes, television. That was our "make-up sex" type thing before we actually got to the sex point. Ahem. It was our little thing. Watch television and forgive each other. That sounds way cuter than I actually intended it to be... After arguments Gilbert would just sit on the couch grumpily and watch television. He made sure it was a show I couldn't resist trying to see from the kitchen. Then I would slowly travel to the living room and settle on the couch. However, Gilbert's domain until Friday included my kitchen and living room, and I got every room other than those two except for when I came home from work. When I came home, Gilbert would normally be on the couch watching whatever was on. Most days that week he'd been drunk, but most often than not Gilbert was sober and watching television. I would then prepare some amazing Italian food for dinner. It took Gilbert until Friday to turn the television on. He even had refused to sleep with me. He was that mad. Of course I didn't apologize! Until Friday. After dinner on Friday, we sat down on the couch like one of those troubled couples seeking therapy. You know on opposite ends of the couch? Yeah, just like that. And we watched television

We got to the point where Gilbert and I now had a system of picking out a show we wanted to watch for the night. Sometimes, if I was bored of television we would watch one of my movies or one of Gilbert's. Gilbert let me have control of what we watched for no apparent reason, and I was feeling pretty ballsy. I chose one of my favorite movies. Before you judge, let me explain. I have a terrible weakness to bad romantic comedies, especially if they are set in Rome. My all-time favorite was The Proposal because Sandra Bullock is a total boss! Actually! Go check it out! Fucking amazing! She kicks serious ass! But that night I wanted to watch When in Rome. Shut up! I like the movie just because its set in Rome and Rome is fucking amazing! I was actually surprised that Gilbert went along with my choice, after a week of not saying a word he must have some energy left. I slipped the DVD in and walked back to my spot on the couch. One glance at the other end of the couch told me that Gilbert was still giving me the cold shoulder. His head was turned towards the windows and he still looked quite angry. Well. Fuck him! I apologized! Isn't that enough?! The movie started and I couldn't help bouncing with excitement! FUCK YOU! I really like movies set in Rome! It's not because I totally want a romantic life like the main character! Fuck you! Looking down, I noticed I was still in my work clothes. Maybe I should change? But the movies started! But this mini-skirt is pretty cold!

"Here," Gilbert reached across the couch with a blanket. My eyes widened. How did he know I was cold? "You're shivering," he said simply. Well, that would be one way to tell. I took the blanket slowly. Was this a peace offering? If so, I'll take it!

The movie continued, and I looked over at him. He didn't look to warm either, he was rubbing his arms. It's not even winter and two people are cold. Maybe it was just my air conditioner? "Um," I started out, "would you like to share?" I held the blanket up. He didn't move. He didn't say a word! Come on! Take the bait! Forgive me! I'm so fucking frustrated! I scrunched my eyes closed, "I WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME, DAMMIT!"

Gilbert slid over immediately. He slid one arm around my shoulders and smirked, "About time you said that! Kesese!" I said what?! Why don't I care more about this sudden positioning?! His arm is around me! We've never sat like this before! I looked up and saw Gilbert was smiling again. I guess yelling at him can wait, he's actually smiling.

"You know," he said staring at the screen, "I really did buy that ring." He looked dead serious. His breathing was steady, so that way I knew he wasn't lying. And it gave me an excuse to stare at his chest- I mean I am very scientific! Fuck you! I saw his eyes shift to look into mine. My heart clenched, "I know." Gilbert looked at me surprised.

"You believe me? That's awesome! I'm so awesome! I knew I could make you believe me!" he hollered excitedly. His face was closer to mine than I would have liked. He was wearing that cologne again and his white shirt was way too tight on him. Maybe I shouldn't tell him I forced Daan to call Lizzie and ask her whether or not she bought the ring? Daan was not happy about the fact we were fighting, and it took me until Wednesday to convince him to call Gilbert's manager. Then again, when is Daan happy? Daan called Elizaveta on Thursday, hence why I didn't make up with Gilbert until Friday. It was actually surprising to find out that Gilbert went alone to pick my ring, and didn't tell Elizaveta a thing. She had no idea he was actually interested in marrying me. That actually made me blush. Daan had his phone on speaker and Elizaveta told us how he ran away to find my ring. Evidently he made both Odo and Ludwig track him down until they found him at a little unknown jewelry store owned by Camille's family. He was evidently running all over Los Angeles looking for the perfect ring. After Lizzie hung up, Daan gave me a strict lecture on not fighting with the man I will be marrying. He said that it was very important to be nice to each other because how else were we supposed to fall in love and blah blah. Like hell I was going to take him seriously when he's smoking a blunt and hasn't even asked Maddy out for lunch! He canceled my lunch with Feliciana for saying that. Word to the wise, don't fucking insult Daan van Driessan.

"Um….yeah…I believe you," I replied tearing my eyes away from his intense gaze. Was it getting hot in here? I was blushing again! Shit this needed to stop! Stop feelings go back to where you came! I don't want to feel blushy or flirty around Gilbert! I guess it's fucking too late for that. I pulled the blanket up to my face, and Gilbert pulled me closer. Not helping idiot! Read the fucking atmosphere! I need to figure out why the fuck I can't stay calm around you! MOVE AWAY. Okay so glaring at him only makes him confused and laugh at you. Make a note of that Lovina. The movie was only half-way through, and I just realized I'm getting fucking butterflies just thinking of the ending! FUCK YOU GILBERT! We sat there silently watching the movie go on. Sometimes Gilbert would sigh and relax his arm. I couldn't stop thinking about how he was holding me. We had never done this before! I liked sitting far away…..I lied. I liked being warm most of all. Sometimes Gilbert would laugh, but he sounded tired.

I heard a thump, and I looked to my left at Gilbert. HE'S ASLEEP?! Majority of the time we hadn't talked. I said I wanted to talk, so why is he asleep! Gilbert's white head was reclined back against the couch and soft snores could be heard. I narrowed my eyes. I needed to move him or I would get stuck here for good. I shifted my shoulders, and his head fell from the couch to my shoulder. Okay Lovina! This time for sure I would get up! I tried moving my legs, and Gilbert fell right on top of me. He laughed, "Gotcha!"

"You were pretending to be asleep?!" I screamed as Gilbert pushed my back flush against the couch. Suddenly I was laying on the couch next to Gilbert, and he was back asleep in an instant. HOW THE FUCK DOES HE DO THAT?! His arms were wrapped around me and I pressed against the back of the couch. My face was nuzzled into his shoulder. How was I supposed to fucking sleep?! And did he turn off the television? DAMN HIM! My heart was racing. Does he not care that I'm going to have an actual legit heart attack?! I'm going to die from cardiac arrest! LIKE GET OFF ME! I tried many more times to move him, but he ended up getting closer. Our legs were intertwined, and I just couldn't calm down. My blood was coursing through my veins. My face was a permanent red. It took me what seemed like hours to fall asleep. I guess it was the warmth or the fact that Gilbert actually started petting my head. SO HE WAS AWAKE! Wait…that petting was kind of making me drowsy…..drowsy…..sleepy…..fuck….him…..

(^^)

Someone was raping my doorbell. My doorbell. My alarm clock wasn't going off like a fucking alarm, instead my doorbell was. I groggily opened my eyes. I didn't even shower last night thanks to Gilbert. My make-up was going to be an absolute fucking mess! Speaking of him…..where was he? I looked around slowly. He was nowhere. The television was bluescreened from the movie ending, yet there was literally no sign of Gilbert. I know he was here because I was literally STUCK here because of him. The blanket was wrapped around my shoulders, and I was alone on the couch. I sat up shielding my eyes from the demonic rays of the sun pouring from my open windows. My loose shirt hung off my shoulder, and my skirt was ruffled. I lifted one foot off the couch, and made my way past the boxes (yes they were still there) to the door. Who the fuck was at my door? If it was Daan or any of the managers from Dutch Labels they would have already let themselves in. Even if Gilbert had run off, he had a key too. It seems keys to my house are in demand and regularly supplied to those who need them. Fuck you Daan! (Insert obscene hand gestures here!) I approached my door slowly. Yeah, I don't give a fuck who you are. You can fucking wait. I unlocked the door, "Fuck do you want?"

"LOVI!" came my response followed by a huge hug. Considering this person had to bend down and hug me, and had a significant Spanish accent. I'm calling a close the door and ignore him! I bit down hard on Antonio's shoulder. He jumped, and I tried closing the door on him. But here's the thing about strong men- they are stronger than you. Yeah. Who knew? Antonio just laughed and pushed the door open again, "Lovi! I'm so excited to see you!"

"Yeah? Well you've seen me, now leave," I responded grumpily. I didn't have my coffee yet. It was getting fucking hard to be nice to people when I don't have my coffee. Shut up! I am a nice person.

Antonio looked confused. He blinked his big green eyes. Oh yeah, direct commands don't work on this idiot. He never gets the message, "Lovi I need to ask a MAJOR favor from you~!"

"How about no?" I rested my hand on the door knob and glared up to Antonio. He smiled cheerfully. Damn him for being a fucking morning person. This is one reason we couldn't stay together, I could never fucking sleep in! He was dressed in a casual pair of dress pants, and his white dress shirt was way too fucking tight for public decency. He also was carrying a fucking aquarium? Where the fuck did he get that? I ran a hand through my hair in a futile attempt to calm it down. Antonio just smiled more and lifted the aquarium up higher.

"I need you to take care of Senor Tortuga!" Antonio pushed the aquarium into my face so I could see the tiny ass turtle inside of it. Antonio blinked happily from the other side of the glass, "Lovi por favor!"

"Fuck no. You know what happened last time!" I backed away from Antonio's turtle. That thing is fucking demonic. You thought turtles were slow? No. Fuck no. this turtle is a freaking race car. It crawls out of its cage and literally attacks me. The last time I took care of it, it crawled into my bra! YES! MY BRA! Not only is the damn creature a demon it's also a fucking perv! Antonio gave me the biggest puppy eyes ever. Gilbert where the fuck are you? I actually need you to kick my ex-boyfriend out!

"Lovi," Antonio pleaded, "por favor! I'm leaving for three months! Fran is too busy doing interviews and I don't trust Arthur! Bella is coming with me! Henri wouldn't have time for it! Feli would forget about it! Ludwig would step on it! Madeline will feed it maple syrup and kill it! Daan will kill it no matter what! Lovi pleeeeeeease! You're the only one!" Antonio was on his knees looking up at me. He had tears in his eyes, and a pouty little frown on. Ew.

"I think one annoying pet is enough," I responded. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Gilbert brought over his annoying little pet bird. Yeah just wait until you hear what he named it. Fucking Gilbird. HE'S SO FUCKING NARCISSITIC HE NAMED A BIRD AFTER HIMSELF! That bird was a holy terror. It ate almost as much as its master, and it's only about five inches tall and about four inches in diameter. It's a little fucking flying ball of yellow fluffy TERROR, and annoying as hell. I have to constantly play with it if Gilbert is gone, and sometimes it even follows me around the house as I do things. IT FOLLOWS ME. One time it even nestled between my boobs. WHAT IS IT WITH CREATURES AND MY CHEST?! I know I have a bigger chest that Feliciana, but damn. I mean I didn't push it off, it can be pretty cute when it wants to be. Plus I wasn't doing anything important in that moment of time, just texting Feli while waiting for Gilbert to get out of the shower. BUT WHATEVER. Back to Antonio. He looked actually wounded. Too bad I knew he was faking it.

"Lovi please! I'll be forever in your debt! Por favor Lovi!" He cringed and lowered his head. Looks like he was really serious….FINE.

"I just feed it once a day right?" Antonio literally shot up like a bolt of lightning.

"Si! Si! Si! Gracias Lovi! Te amo!" Antonio kissed both my cheeks and literally threw the aquarium and food into my arms. SHIT THIS WAS HEAVY! He jumped up and down excitedly, "Bueno! Ok bye Lovi!" Wait what the fuck? He's just leaving? THAT FUCKING JERCK FACE! He took his perfect little ass down my driveway to the black cab. Bella waved out of the window. She looked so fucking happy. Fuck her. Wait never mind, I like Bella. She had an orange ribbon in her hair today. She must be wearing the orange dress she bought recently. Antonio got to the car and waved goodbye before jumping into the cab, and actually leaving. WHAT THE FUCK?! He's getting full hell when he gets back! I looked down at the aquarium, and noticed there was NO FUCKING TURTLE. That tiny bastard! Where did it go?

"You got a turtle?" Gilbert said, finally appearing out of the house, looking fresh as fuck. I mean he just showered. He ran a hand through his wet hair. He had a cup of coffee in his other hand and yawned. A towel was draped around his neck on top of the red shirt he was wearing. Here's a question, WHY ARE ALL HIS SHIRTS TOO TIGHT ON HIM? Another reason I need to buy him more clothes.

"G-Gil…where is it…..?" I started shaking and my eyes started darting back and forth. I can't stand turtles because of Antonio. When we were little, he took Feli, Alessandro, and me to a pet store, and he and Feli accidentally dumped over the turtle aquarium when I picked up a wandering snake. The turtles all escaped and found their demonic way over to me. I had at least twenty fucking turtles climbing on my at once. Which is exactly the reason why I didn't like Antonio's turtle. As soon as Antonio leaves, it turns into a demon. I think I have it, and then it fucking disappears. AND I FIND IT SOMEWHERE ON I didn't mention that ANTONIO CAN'T NAME HIS PETS FOR HIS LIFE. Mr. Turtle, SERIOUSLY ANTONIO?! Gilbert blushed that I used his nickname and his eyes searched me. SHIT. I just asked him to look at me, and I LOOK LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT! Just when I was about to blush, I felt something prick my head. I looked at Gilbert, and he stared back at me while making a little "O" with his mouth.

"Please…..tell me it's not on my head!" I started breathing heavily, and I felt four more pricks on my head. My eyes started watering. Hold it together Lovina! Hold it together! You can do this! You are strong! OH SHIT IT'S MOVING.

Gilbert's eyes traveled all around and he bit his lip, "Um….ja…..it's not…." Gilbert looked up at the doorframe. On top of my head I felt more pricks traveling around. I can do this! Stay calm! HOLD IT TOGETHER! Okay maybe not!

"GILBERT GET IT OFFFFFFFFFFFF!" I screamed jumping up and down. I dropped the aquarium and started waving my arms wildly. Gilbert cursed, and jumped back. Evidently, he was rushing to help me when I almost crushed his toes with the tank. He stepped over it (how the fuck did it not break?!), and put one firm hand on my shoulder. His eyes focused in as he reached up to my head. By then, I had stopped jumping and waving my arms. I was still breathing hard. Sweat ran down my back as the seconds ticked by. Gilbert was getting closer and closer. My eyes looked up at him. He looked so focused. The sunlight hit his pale skin, making it glisten. Drops of water fell from his bangs and slid down his face. My breathing hitched as his hand landed on my head. I closed my eyes tightly.

"Got it!" he said holding up the turtle triumphantly. "The awesome me has captured the turtle!" Gilbert started laughing, and I slumped to the ground. Can I go back to bed now? Gilbert placed the turtle back inside the aquarium, and shut it closed. He picked it up, and kicked the door open. Looking down at me, he motioned for me to get inside. I picked myself up and dusted my skirt. Walking inside, I muttered a "thanks" to Gilbert. In return, I got Gilbird and a German style breakfast. FUCK MY LIFE.

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What happened the rest of the day really isn't important. Okay yeah, it was very important. It started around lunchtime. As soon as we had gotten back into the house, Gilbert and I agreed on pet arrangements. Yeah. That's how I ended up with the damn bird, and Gilbert took over caring for the spawn of Satan. Immediately I went for the duct tape, and we taped the top of the tank shut. Then we had breakfast and whatever, fast forward to lunch. Because Gilbert made me an absolutely disgusting breakfast (read: it was fucking amazing and I will be killed by Daan's bad fashion sense before admitting it), I took over lunch duty. For some reason, we were both off that weekend and to Gilbert that meant that it was date night.

"You know what tonight is, right?" he said smirking over a bowl of Italian ice. Feli and I had made some last weekend because that uncultured swine known as Ludwig had never tasted it before. Feli thought that it would be a good idea to educated uncultured swine number 2 by coming over to my house. Let's just say that Ludwig really tried to understand how to make it. He did! Even with me cussing him out and calling him uncultured swine every time he did something wrong. Gilbert on the other hand, just ate whatever leftovers were on the counter whenever we moved to a different station. I learned an important lesson that day: do not let Gilbert have pure sugar. I will not say anymore.

"What's tonight?" I was staring at him cautiously. By now I had showered and I was wearing an extremely fashionable sun dress that hugged my curves, but otherwise was loose. We were at home, so it wasn't a big deal that I showed a lot of skin.

"Saturday night! Date night!" Gilbert said proudly as he pulled the spoon from his mouth. "The awesome me is going to take you out!" He pointed at me with the spoon and smiled. I didn't like where this was going.

Gilbert said we had to leave the house by five. I had taken my time getting ready, and I was in no rush to get out for the night. I decided to wear a nice pair of skin tight jeans and a dress blouse that was a little too tight on me. Taking into account the fact that Gilbert's an idiot, I wore a pair of black sneakers, Coach of course. In my hair I placed a black ribbon and curled certain sections to make a natural look. We took my Ferrari that night because Gilbert's whatever he owns is ugly as shit. My car is sleek and fashionable, and Gilbert had to fucking drive after finding out from Feli about the amount of restrictions placed on my license. I just like to speed, and a Ferrari is the best car for speeding! Not my fault the cops can't take me. The one getting the tickets should be Gilbert! He should be pulled over more often! That idiot drove faster than I ever had! Either that or he's just a very dangerous driver. He almost broke the gate to my neighborhood. The gate keeper kept pressing the button rapidly and the gates still wouldn't open. Gilbert didn't even slow down, and I was screaming my head off. If he ruined my car, he was fucking dead meat! The gate opened slowly and Gilbert sped straight through the gap into the streets. What's really sad though, is the gate keeper is actually used to Gilbert's reckless driving. Sometimes he stops Gilbert and asks if Gilbert really is a part of Z-Storm. Then the gatekeeper asks for Gilbert's autograph for his mother/cousin/brother/aunt/cat and lets Gilbert in or out of the neighborhood. Now, I am not a big fan of sports, and Gilbert, obviously, couldn't tell. He ended up taking me to some kind of basketball game. I don't know who was playing, don't fucking ask me! I only like soccer because Italy is the best team, and don't tell me wrong. I didn't pay attention to the game very much anyway. NO. It was not because of Gilbert. It was because Gilbert's fucking band members were there. Yep. It was a triple date with Arthur and Matthias and their dates. Which meant, Francoise.

Said Frenchwoman sat to my left with Arthur next to her. She was wearing the most fashionable dress I have ever seen in my life worn to a basketball game. It was a rich purple, and the neckline was cut way too low for public decency. For some reason she had done her nails, so she was constantly blowing on them gently. I was stuck in the war zone between her and Lucia. Evidently, Francoise had insulted the Norwegian model's height, and Lucia wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. No one insults Lucia Bondevik and escapes scotch free. Normally Matthias would come to her defense, but he wasn't there to hear the insult and Lucia wasn't about to tell him. She liked being as independent as possible. Sure, bitch that's why you're in a two year long relationship with a man. The game we were watching was hardly interesting enough to distract either women, and they were continually slipping insults to each other. Arthur didn't look like he cared very much. He stared at the court with a blank gaze. We had front row seats thanks to Gilbert being friends with the manager. Arthur, on the other hand, was way too uptight and self-centered to actually care about a petty cat fight between Francoise and anyone else. He was wearing a stuffy suit and carried a pimp stick, or as you people call it- a cane. He looked like a seventy-year old man if not for his messed up hair. What is it with guys and their hair? Can't they put more effort into it? Matthias's hair was even worse. It looked like he had purposely messed it up and spiked certain pieces with gel. Matthias actually tried to control Lucia, who didn't really need anyone to tell her to calm down, she was basically an ice queen. He tried whispering in her ear to distract her, but got a slap to the face in response. Matthias was actually the only one dressed for a basketball game. Can you believe that? The dumbest one of the trio known as Z-Storm, actually knew how to dress the best. He actually dressed nicely, but I guess we all have Lucia to thank for that. Matthias had a red polo on and a pair of designer jeans. Compared to an overdressed Gilbert, Matthias looked fine. Oh yeah, Gilbert was overdressed just like his British friend. Gilbert wore one of his dress shirts that obviously didn't fit him with a tight grey vest and a dressy pair of jeans. Yep. He almost matched Arthur, minus the coat and leather shoes. I was one hundred percent done with his fashion sense that day.

It seems like Gilbert had also invited more than just his band members. At around half-time Daan arrived with Madeline. FUCKING DAAN. He was wearing a Dutch soccer shirt to an American basketball game. At least Maddy wore a nice dress. Sure, I'm happy he actually invited Madeline, but he just had to fuck it up with his shirt? By the way, who the fuck was winning the game anyways? Oh yeah I forgot, I DON'T FUCKING CARE. I crossed my arms across my chest and sighed. Gilbert had run off with Matthias to get snacks, and I was stuck next to Francoise who was talking about something with a bubbly blonde bob. Oh. That's Allison Jones. She's Madeline's twin sister and a popular dj in the electronic music world. When did she get here? I tuned into the conversation.

"Allison, please, you know your music is crap! Have you even found a producer?" Francoise said while curling as strand of her dark blonde hair around her finger.

Allison puffed her cheeks and shoved her hands into her bomber jacket, "I have!"

"Oh really?" Madeline chimed in, clapping her hands excitedly. My head turned back to Allison who looked startled.

"I have!" Allison declared, "I signed with Braginsky!" She looked proud and crossed her arms across her chest. She looked down and a shadow covered her eyes. Then muttered under her breath, "The damn commie made me…."

Madeline looked so happy and gushed to Daan, "Daan! Daan! Did you hear that? Do you know them by chance?" Obviously, she missed the last part. I noticed she had little tulip earrings on. Shit Daan really took my advice when I said buy her something. Daan just grunted and looked away. YEAH I CAUGHT YOU BLUSHING BITCH, YOU BETTER LOOK AWAY.

Francoise didn't look phased at all. She just sighed and crossed her legs, "Well, it doesn't matter to me, all music these days is shit anyways!"

Allison stuck her tongue out, and Madeline sighed. Arthur finally turned around with a grunt. He looked pissed and his mouth hung open.

"Francoise, you know I am in a band right?!" he yelled angrily. Francoise slowly turned to look at her boyfriend.

"Oui, and? You're band is the worst of all," she said dully. Arthur retaliated with more comments that should remain left out. At least their argument distracted Francoise from Lucia who was incredibly close to calling her brother in the paparazzi. Francoise and Arthur's argument became background noise when Gilbert and Matthias came back. It had taken them majority of the second half to get a few drinks and popcorn. They had been attacked by girls because the two of them are too stupid to put on a disguise. Gilbert slipped in next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"How are you?" he asked looking at me seriously. My face started heating up and I looked the other direction.

"Could be worse," I replied. Gilbert sighed. Some music started playing on the jumbo-tron, and Gilbert started tapping his leg. I watched as he slowly started to feel the beat and mouth the words. He started moving his shoulders and his leg started tapping more in tune. "Stop that," I said. This was getting embarrassing! At any moment the cameras could hit us, and I might have to kiss him again. NOT THAT I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO ANY OF THAT. Fuck you!

Gilbert smiled, "Come on! Dance!" He started to move his arms and legs. Gilbert grabbed my hands and started waving them around with him in a crazy pattern.

"No!" I pulled my hands back to my chest, and crossed my arms.

"I dare you!" Gilbert said childishly. He smiled and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

My face heated up more, "I'm already a better dancer than you! Do you really need me to prove it?"

"Well," he started as his head bobbed to the beat, "how do I know unless you show me?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but the cameras flashed our way. I felt a huge rush of blood to my cheeks as I saw myself on the screen. HOLY SHIT. What if they landed on us?! Oh shit I was not prepared! In my mini-freak out moment, the cameras moved above me to where Daan and Madeline were sitting, and only my obnoxious curl could be seen at the botton. Daan blushed immensely and the announcer questioned loudly if they would kiss or not. Gilbert and Matthias started chanting, and several screams could be heard from girls in the crowd. Daan leaned over to Madeline who looked just as startled, and he placed a quick peck on her lips. Gilbert and Mattias both yelled "WEAKKK!" while Daan just gave them a glare that they would soon be seeing in their nightmares. Luckily, the camera had moved on by that point.

Gilbert and I got home around eleven that night. We left the game soon after Daan and Maddy's kiss. It seemed that glare really did freak Gilbert out, and he had no intention of sticking around. That or he was just really bored of the game. Neither of us were really paying any attention to what was going on. Gilbert opened the back door to let me in, and I started walking straight to the bed room. Fuck if I was staying up. Gilbert, however, had other plans. He grabbed my arm and pulled me, kicking and cussing, into the living room. He stood in front of the surround sound stereo. He let go of me, and smirked.

"I think you owe me something," he said as he reached up to the stereo.

I narrowed my eyes, "I don't owe you anything."

He laughed and pressed the on button, "You owe me a dance." He grabbed my arm and pulled me close as a smooth song blasted though the speakers. He moved forward a bit and started swaying his hips. How was I supposed to show him to dance if he's leading? We crossed the floor and he spun me. Then he started to move slowly, giving me a chance to sway to the music in the sexiest way possible. Gilbert pulled me back and looked emotionlessly into my eyes. Seemed like he was taking this seriously. The song changed tempo and our dance turned into somewhat of a tango. Gilbert was light on his feet, but didn't let me catch a break. He kept a firm hand on my waist as we paced the room quickly. We circled the room as Gilbert pulled me along. He would occasionally look down at me, and I would turn away. After a few songs, I was starting to sweat. I needed to gain control. This was supposed to be my dance! Gilbert's hips were quick and he spun me out only to quickly pull me back in. Our chests were heaving and we rested close to each other. Gilbert's eyes burned and his arms tightened around me. We were so close. My face started heating up, and we drew closer. Then as the song changed, I snapped my hips and pushed him back. Gilbert landed on my couch, and I pulled myself into his lap. I ran my hands down his chest, and made soft circles with my hips. Gilbert just stared cautiously into my eyes. His arms were outstretched on the back of the couch as I worked my magic. Damn straight. I wasn't losing. I pulled myself up and slowly made my way down. As the new song dropped, my hips matched the speed. My hands explored every inch of his chest, and I found them quickly unbuttoning his vest. Gilbert looked up with a flare of excitement. He licked his lip. Just as I brought my hips down, I could feel his excitement growing. Okay….that's nice to know…he's that turned on…..guess there was no backing down. Or so I thought.

"Stop," Gilbert said in between heavy pants. He was breathing hard and trying his hardest to control himself. His hands were gripping the couch and shaking from the force.

"Stop what?" I asked innocently as I pushed myself down again just to see him inhale quickly and try not to break his cool. Sweat dripped down his face from earlier. His bangs hung loose in his face, and he flexed his arms.

"Stop…Stop playing with my feelings…..and making me think I actually have a chance," Gilbert looked up. His eyes were clouded with fire and lust. They burned brighter than ever. My hands traveled up to his face, and I brought our faces closer. Just staring at him like this made my heart race. He was quiet, and not like the Gilbert everyone else knew. How many people had seen this man fight his feelings? Was it just me? For some reason I like the desperation in his eyes and face, and we moved closer. I felt him shift and suddenly his arms were around my body. His hand went to the nape of my neck and we stared at each other. We kept getting closer and closer. My body temperature spiked. I wasn't giving up, nor was I giving in. I closed my eyes, and Gilbert closed the gap separating our lips.

It was nice and slow, but it felt like a burning fire speeding through my body. His hands and lips felt like lava. Everything about touching him felt so right. Everything about him touching me felt better. There were so many things running through my head, and none of them mattered at that moment because all I could focus on was Gilbert. My hands moved up to his hair. How did I never notice his hair was so soft? It was like cotton candy, yet thicker. Gilbert's hands traced their way down my sides slowly. Then he brought them up to my head as mine tugged on his hair. I kept trying to get closer and closer. I wanted to feel every inch of him on me. I wanted more. My hips swayed, and he would meet me half way in response. I liked that. I liked that so much. His hands moved through my hair as his picked up pace. I ran my hands down his chest and face. Sometimes I tugged his hair to hear him grunt. One of his fingers brushed by my curl, and I gasped in pleasure. His tongue entered my mouth, and I felt hotter. His tongue ran its way through my mouth, and all I could do was moan in pure ecstasy. I started unbuttoning his blouse when I could, but his tongue was just too distracting. His hand brushed my curl again, and I broke the kiss to yell his name. We paused for a moment, and his tugged my blouse loose from my jeans. Then he pushed me on to the couch and towered above me. He licked his lip again and smirked. He can't smirk like that right now, and I pulled him down for another kiss. This time faster and more desperate. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. His hands moved my shirt up, and I could feel the fire spread to my stomach. I moaned as Gilbert broke the kiss to nibble on my neck. I could barely manage his name between the amounts of pleasure I was feeling. I just wanted more of him. Gilbert moved back to kiss me when…..a flash went off?!

"Shit! I forgot to turn the flash off!" came a distinctive voice from behind the couch.

Gilbert sat up immediately and looked very pissed off with messy hair, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

I sat up and looked over the couch at the space where Gilbert was now glaring. There sat Alessandro, looking very, incredibly scared and dressed entirely in black. He was clutching his phone, and stammering. All I could do was scream, "ALESSANDRO VARGAS I'M CALLING NONNO!"

Sandro jumped to his feet, "No! Lovi! You can't I just sent the pictures to Daan! He's finally going to like me!"

"PICTURES?!" Gilbert snapped. I had never seen him angry, guess that was a night of firsts for a lot of things. Gilbert reached out and grabbed my brother by the collar, "What. Pictures?" Gilbert's eyes narrowed and my brother started crying. I reached into my back pocket, and brought out my cell phone. Then as I was talking to Nonno, FUCKING KYLE DARWIN APPEARED. Gilbert turned his absolute fury towards the Australian. Kyle jumped and tried to run, but all attempts were futile as a half-naked German captured both of them.

Nonno sent Feliciana and the man-potato to pick up Sandro and his friend. Gilbert had put his shirt back on before my sister arrived, and we gladly pushed both kids out of the house. Feli ran up to the door to hug me, and Ludwig locked the two "spies" in his car. Feli looked just elated to see me at one o'clock in the fucking morning, and Ludwig didn't even have the time to push his hair back. Feliciana babbled on and on about how Nonno didn't want to get out of bed, but Ludwig was still awake and how she wanted to see me. That's great Feli, just go fucking home. I managed nods and Feli seemed to understand I was tired. She pranced, yes fucking pranced, back to the car. Gilbert sighed from behind me and put one hand on my shoulder. I rested against the door frame, and looked to see Ludwig still standing on the porch.

"Um," he started. He was fidgeting. His hair covered much of his eyes, and he constantly reached up to pull it back. Oh great potato fucker was going to ask me if he could marry my sister. Joy. Just what I fucking need after two teenagers sabotage my make out session with my fiancée. Wait did I just say that? Did I just admit that? OH FUCK ME. WAIT. NO. DON'T. GILBERT SHOULD. WAIT WHAT?! I'm going to stop talking. Ludwig looked up, "MayIpleasehavepermissiontomarryyoursister?" He took a deep breath and looked up earnestly.

"No," I replied, "But you're still going to ask her anyways?" He nodded. I sighed, "Then what are you waiting for potato fucker?"

Ludwig smiled. He actually smiled at something I said, "Thank you!" He turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"Hey Potato fucker! Break her heart and you're dead!" I made a slitting throat gesture with my hand. Ludwig just nodded quickly and ran to the car. He started the engine and grabbed Feliciana's hand. Ew. Look away.

I turned my back and walked inside. Gilbert followed closely after locking the door. "You know that's my brother, right?"

I stopped and looked at Gilbert, "And that's my sister."

Gilbert paused, "Touché."

We walked into my bedroom, and Gilbert leaned in to kiss me when our phones buzzed. We each pulled them out to see a text sent by Daan with all of the pictures of us altered with cute sparkly emotes and flowers. We both didn't do anything for the rest of the night. Thanks Daan for making us just lose the drive to do anything. Fuck you Daan! Fuck you!