A/N:
SOOOO...
I got my promised reviews, so I guess I have to think up a plot line now... or just wing it. Either one.
Until then, here's you promised chapter. (I had to call Naffy (aka Nameless Awesome Friend... don't ask me, she chose it) for ideas. She's the irl friend that this is for 3 )
Just realized, my stories always start with the same generic plotline, until Naffy gets her hands on them and changes them around to be awesome (except for Show and Tell... but there's still time.), so THANK YOU NAFFY! :3
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Gil got half the spanish homework done at lunch, and simply explained to Sr. Remirez that the rest of his homework was robbed by a man that had mugged him on the way to school. As Gil had ridden his new car to school, and everyone knew it because he had been bragging about it for days, the teacher just scoffed, tempted not to give him ANY credit.
When the Prussian got home, he tried to be productive (he really did have to beat the next level on Halo...), but he couldn't stop thinking about what Francis said. Should he make a move? Was he being unawesomly weak by not trying to get Liz to fall in love with him? Even if he tried, is it bad that he would have no idea what to do? What did Liz even like other than two guys making out (bad picture! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!)?
Wait! Two guys making out! He would just... O.O Thinking of all the guys he knew, there was NO ONE he wanted to kiss. Just... ew. So that leaves that out. Next best thing...
"YOU want to join the FANGIRL'S ARMY?" Liz asked, bewildered. She took a long look at the idiot leaning over the podium in front of her.
"Yup! You should be honored that I decided to grace this club with my awesome presence!" He smirked haughtily at her, confident that she'd say yes. "Soooo...?"
"No." She rolled her eyes at his surprised face, leaving the podium, where she had been gathering her notes for the next meeting before Gil had interupted, in favor of grabbing a box full of FruK videos (there were a LOT...) that had been dumped unceremoniously at the front of the room. She turned away from him and walked over to an almost-full shelf labeled 'FruK'.
"No?" The Prussian asked, bewildered. "But WHY?" Without turning back around, Liz explained.
"I don't want you to mess anything up." She stated simply. "To be a fangirl, you need to be dedicated, patient, and silent for long periods of time. No offence, but none of those are your strong suits."
"What? That's insane!" Gil said, stepping toward her indignantly. "It's not like it's that hard! It's just snapping a few pics of some guys going at it!" At that comment, Liz turned slowly back to her friend slowly, done with arrangng the box snuggly on the shelf.
"You think it's that easy?" She replied, flames in her eyes. "If it's so easy, why don't you take this camera..." She handed him a state of the art video camera with a newly-cleaned lens. "...and come to my house at nine tonight."
"Fine." Gil said, accepting the camera. "I'll be there." He walked away with a smirk on his face. They had a date. He could have squealed, but he didn't because there were people around. And he wasn't some pansy FANGIRL! Then it hit him. He would have to become one to impress her tonight. His date would be spent in some tree, outside someone's window, holding a camera up and taping some guys having sex. And Liz would enjoy it. And he would soooo not.
He shuddered at a thought that occured to him. What if it was Francis and Arthur? Antonio and Lovino? What if it was his BROTHER? He didn't think he would be able to stomach it! But Liz wouldn't do that to him... right?
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"Shishitshitshitshit..." Gil thought as he rang the doorbell. He was standing in front of Liz's house, his borrowed camera in his satchel (It's not a purse, dammit!).
"Hey Gil. You ready?" Liz slipped outside, not bothering to invite him in.
"Of course! The Awesome Me-!" The Prussian started.
"Yes, yes. Let's go." The impatient fangirl cut him off, passing him and walking briskly to the car.
"So who're we taping tonight?" Gil asked, following her to the car and getting in.
"Vash and Roderich." Liz, already in the driver's seat, responded as he folded himself into the passenger seat.
"Isn't it a bit weird to watch and TAPE your ex having sex with a dude?" Gil asked bluntly as she started the car and backed out the driveway.
"Not really. He's just one of many." The Hungarian said, brushing it off. "Besides, it's not like it's a fresh break up. There are some girls that request not taping their exes after they split, and even for those who don't, we try to be respectful and aware of everyone's feelings."
Momentarily struck dumb by how much she glowed when talking about her club and her passion, it took Gil a while to respond, plunging them into silence. Liz found it very welcome, catching herself babling about her club again. Roderich had always told her how annoying that was.
"Do you miss him." The Prussian asked, strangely serious.
"Not really. I always felt self-concious around him." Liz glanced at her friend for a moment, seeing that his small frown had been replaced by a small smile. She was relieved at the deep moment between them. She liked it when Gil got serious. 'He might be obnoxious most of the time, but that just makes the serious times all the more precious' she thought, relaxing a bit.
The other friend's thoughts were not quite so peaceful. 'Gil 1, Stuck Up Aritocrat 0!' The albinto thought triumphantly, ignoring the fact that she had dated the 'Stuck Up Aristocrat' for a while, giving him more points.
They parked a few houses down from their target and exited the car stealthily with their cameras.
"Ready?" Liz asked, turning to her partner.
Instead of commenting about how 'the awesome him was always ready', he just smirked and said "Let's go, you crazy fangirl."
SOOOOO...? What did you think? Maybe a little dialogue heavy?
Thank you SO MUCH Naffy, for your plotline idea! Sorry, but I kinda took the general idea and went to town.
Reviews are very appreciated! Suggestions even more so! Shameless complimenting even more than that! :3
Don't judge me! Reviews are... dare I say it... BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES! -le gasp!-
