Fourth chapter for the win! :D I like to update quickly, as you can tell. I'm constantly left in suspense with other stories, so I'm not going to be hypocritical by making you guys wait for the next installments of my stories. Ha ha! I love how you guys liked Mathias' message. Honestly, I wasn't trying to be funny. It just came to me and after I typed it, I started to think, "Why is it every time I'm funny, it's accidental?" then started laughing to myself. XD Hetalia and its characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya-san! Review or Russia-san will beat me with his pipe! (lol)
(Oh and before, any fan girls start to flame me, I respect the fandom I made Mathias and Lukas tease, being I was part of it at one point. I grew out of it though when I realized how dumb some of it was. I've played for both the fan field and the hate field. It also may contain a spoiler or two for you fans that haven't read the whole series yet. Do not flame. They will just warm up my fireplace and be my fodder to tease it more.)
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As soon as Tino and the bunch came home, I made sure to give Tino a good scolding for making Mathias break down the door just to see me. He apologized profusely while Berwald fixed the door and its hinges, but I didn't really believe him until he swore not to do it again and stay away from Mathias for a while. If it weren't for them keeping in touch, I wouldn't be forced into going on a date with that tool to begin with.
Of course, however, when I brought up that I was going out later that night, he nearly exploded.
"Aw! Lukas is going on his first date! Berwald!" Tino cried, rushing to the living room to tell his Swedish boy toy. I swear, if my cousin didn't have the biggest mouth… No, wait. That title was taken by the idiot I was forced to go out with tonight.
"Lukas is going out with Mathias tonight!" I heard Tino squeal.
I poked my head out of the kitchen to look at those sea foam green eyes that scared others so much. "Yoo s're yoo d'n't need me to be a gu'rd d'g?" He asked me. Oh, wonderful. Way to make me feel better.
"No…" I said after a minute's pause. "I'm pretty sure I'll be fine."
"Why would he need a guard dog, Su-san? If that were the case, he could Hanatamago." Lukas gave him a look of disbelief. Did he mean that fluffy white thing in the corner? Yeah, like she's a good guard dog. She sometimes gets scared off by envelopes dropping out of the mail slot in the door. How could she protect me?
"He's a str'nge m'n. I d'n't l'ke 'im m'ch." He replied, putting in the last hinge screw before towering over Tino.
"Why is it no one likes Matt?" Berwald stiffened at the nickname, but calmed down a second after. "He's a good guy."
"Yeah, if you want a perv drooling down your neck all night." I mumbled to myself, crossing my arms for good measure.
Suddenly, Emil tugged at my shirt hem, looking up at me with curious, violet eyes eyes. "I still don't know what a perv is Lukie." He stated. Again…I really need to learn to control my tongue around him.
"I'll…tell you when you're older." Damn it, I hate telling him that.
"Aw… No fair." He pouted and, seeing that my expression hadn't changed, walked away, plopping onto the couch and turning on the television.
Tino looked at me and smiled. "Give him a chance. He just wants to get to know you."
Get to know me, my-! "Emil, cover your ears." I ordered. I hope he did so, because I had a few choice words for Tino. "Yeah, he really wants to get to know me." I started off, a strong sarcastic tone in my voice. "I bet he wants to get into my pants before that happens."
Tino had the nerve to roll his eyes at me, a smile still plastered on his face. "You're exaggerating. Just quit being so negative and have fun!"
"You expect me not to be negative about going out with some guy I met at a bar last night?"
"You're so melodramatic when you say it like that."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You haven't seen melodramatic yet."
Berwald sighed and walked out; probably because he didn't want to be the awkward third party witnessing this. Both Tino and I watched him exit the room before turning back to each other. While I scowled at him, he seemed as cheery as ever.
"I'm not going to enjoy this." I finally said.
"Don't say that, Luke!"
"Why the Hell is everyone calling me that now?"
"What? It's a cute nickname. I'm happy Mathias actually managed to give you one and you haven't blown up on him yet."
… Well shit. He was actually right. I tried to kick him out of the car the first time he called me that, but it failed. So why in God's name was I letting him continue calling me that?
Whatever. That's not a huge concern right now.
"Of course I yelled at him for it." I'm such a liar. "He's just too much of a toolbox to listen to me." (A/N: That's right guys. Mathias upgraded from a tool to a full toolbox. Who else thinks he deserves a medal for that? Okay I'll get out of here. My crackiness will probably ruin this entire thing if I don't shut up soon.)
"Toolbox or not, he's interested in you. You should at least try to enjoy yourself."
I sighed, shaking my head and screwing my eyes shut. I pinched the bridge of my nose before saying, "Yeah, fine. Look, can we just end this? I still need to take a shower."
Tino grinned, a bit too much like Mathias if you asked me. Wait, damn it! How did I think of him first?
"You go do that, Luke. I don't want you all dingy and such for when Mattie gets here." That nickname is going to make me sick by the end of the day. I'll need therapy to get over the trauma at this rate.
I grunted once in reply, doing an about face and heading upstairs. That pervy boob they call Mathias better make this worth my time.
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If I didn't go all out on our date tonight, I don't know what was. I adjusted my red polo and tightened my black tie, brushing off dirt from earlier. Those fan girls really know how to beat a man nearly to death. But I survived nonetheless, so chew on that fan girls! Placing my little black hat back on my head, I sighed with relief that I actually escaped their clutches.
I had spent a good hour at home getting myself of nice and "pretty" for Lukas, so I hope he appreciates my grooming skills. My hair remained much the same, but I had given myself a good spritzing of Axe after stepping out the shower, so I don't have to worry about BO anytime soon. If anything, I should be worrying about the grass stains that were now on my knees.
"Oi…" I mumbled, a quick crack of my neck putting me back in balance. "Ah, much better." Those fan girls will pay. I'll show them in about an hour. Lukas and I will exact our revenge!
I really have an overactive imagination; each time I think of something amusing, amazing or something that makes me look awesome makes me grin. This grin remained as I knocked on the door. "Lukas!" I called.
The door opened, revealing someone that definitely wasn't Lukas. He was too small. The poor little guy's head wasn't even up to my hip yet. But those violet eyes of his stared up at me in curiosity, blinking once or twice behind silvery hair.
"Hello, mister." He finally said. "You're looking for Lukie?"
Aw… So cute. At least now I know another possible nickname for him. "Indeed I am little guy." I ruffled up his hair a little as I said that, making his bed head a little worse with the action.
"Hey! I'm not little! I'm eight years old!" He cried, his bottom lip sticking out a little to form a stubborn pout.
"Aw." Oh, did I say that aloud? "And that's good for you. Where's Lukie?" That name was priceless! I have to use it sometime!
In due time, Mathias. In due time.
"Brother's in the shower, mister." So Lukas has siblings? Why didn't he tell me this? Then again, I asked him everything besides that. Hey, if I intended on getting the guy to go head over heels for me, I have to make sure the guy's clean, right? So you couldn't blame me for asking what I did.
"Would you mind letting me in?" I asked him, crouching down so I was eye level with him. He stared at me for a second before slamming the door in my face, leaving me completely dazed.
I came out of my little coma and yelled out, "How rude of you!" I was still on my knees when the door opened again, leaving me staring at someone else's knees. A quick glance up at the mystery person sent a shiver down my spine for a quick second. There stood Berwald, glaring down at me with the stink eye, the little boy from before hiding behind his leg.
"Stranger danger, right Uncle Berwald?" The boy asked.
"Hm." He grunted, grabbing the back of my shirt collar and putting me on my feet. "Luk's is 'n th' sh'w'r."
I rubbed my throat, trying to get the burning sensation on that sensitive skin to go away. Damn, that had to be my only weak spot. "So he told me." I replied, pointing at the boy behind him.
Giving me another glare of disapproval, he finally spoke. "Hm. Yoo c'n c'me 'n 'nd w'it."
"Well thanks, Berwald." I smirked and pushed past him. "Finally! I've been invited in rather than have to break the door down."
A silence filled the room. "Yoo d'd th't?" The big Swedish guy behind me asked.
I didn't reply; just smiled at the success I just made.
Before I knew it, Berwald grabbed my collar again and dragged me outside, pushing me onto the lawn. "Damn man! What was that for?"
"I d'n't w'nt yoo bre'k'ng 'nyth'ng 'lse." I tried to appeal to his better nature, but he left and stomped back inside, slamming the door behind him.
… "Did I just get kicked out?" I guess Tino never informed him about why the door was on the floor when they got home. He probably thought I was breaking into his house earlier.
And so began my silent vigil on their lawn, staring up at the sky as stars started to appear.
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"Lukas, you look so cute!" Tino exclaimed. I have no idea why I let him fix my hair right now, but he said I should dry it off first and put my barrette back on before I forget it. As if. I would never leave the house without that thing.
"You're lying, aren't you?" I honestly didn't think so. I was wearing my old blue sailor's suit, the little hat now sitting on my head after Tino carefully placed it their. It's a bit inappropriate for the situation, but it was the nicest outfit I had. Tino said it flattered my figure anyway (God knows why it would even matter though), so I got him to shut up and put it on. I had so say though, I did look kind of good in it; not that I'd give him the satisfaction of saying so. I had to keep up the fact that I didn't want to go with Mathias… Not that I'm lying about it! I just have to make sure Tino knows it, is all.
"Would I lie to you?" He said, smiling that warm, motherly smile he usually gave Peter and Emil. It was hard to ever say no to that face, to ever disagree with him when he decided to bring out "the big guns".
I sighed. "No. You wouldn't."
He grinned, letting out a cheery giggle before looking me over again. "I really hope Mathias likes how you look. You do look cute. If I were him, I'd be begging at your feet to be with me."
Okay! That was uncalled for! A bright pink started to dust my cheeks-as I saw from the mirror-in embarrassment. I quickly looked down at my feet to hide that fact. No way was I going to show any sign of weakness! I don't want him to get the wrong idea; that I was actually concerned about what that toolbox thought of my appearance.
"You're just saying that." I replied, standing up and heading towards the stairs.
"But I'm-." His statement was cut off by some sort of realization, making me look back at him. He was staring out the window, eyes set on something out there.
"The Hell are you staring at?"
"Is that Mathias on the lawn?" He pointed to a spot on the grass. Sure enough, a figure was lying there, staring up at the sky.
"Is he that dumb? Why doesn't he just knock on the door?" It wasn't until after I said that that I remembered beating him with a baseball bat this afternoon. Maybe he's worried I'll attack him again. I repeat, not that I care. I just figured it was pretty smart of him to fear me and my bat.
"I p't 'im th're." Both Tino and I turned to stare at Berwald leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed and staring at the floor. "I d'd'n't w'nt 'im bre'k'ng 'nyth'ng 'lse."
Tino stared at him for a moment before his expression suddenly turned into an understanding one. "Oh… About that," he started.
"Well, I should really be going. I don't want that dunce sitting there forever. He'll grow mushrooms if I don't get him out of there soon." And so I made my exit, leaving Tino to awkwardly explain to the Swedish giant the situation with Mathias and the door.
Upon reaching the door, I stood there for a second, telling Emil I'd be back soon.
"But that man out there is a stranger! He was looking for you earlier, but I closed the door on his face before he could come inside." My little brother puffed out his chest in the most heroic fashion he could possibly muster.
Well, I can tell we both share the same habit for slamming doors in the faces of people we don't know or like. In spite of myself, I chuckled and patted his head.
"Yes, well, he's not really a stranger. I'll be back later though, okay?"
He nodded, his messy hair bobbing up and down with it. "Can I stay up late though? Peter said there was going to be shooting stars later tonight!"
My happy expression dropped a little. I really need to get Berwald's kid to quit filling his head with dreams. I highly doubt there would be a meteor shower anytime soon. But I couldn't disappoint him. I just nodded and said he could, watching the excited little guy run off to tell his friend the good news.
I turned towards the door again and took in a big breath, hand resting on the doorknob. "Now let's hope I get no disappointment's tonight…"
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The creaking of door hinges made my ears perk up a little from my spot on the ground. So I sat up and brushed some loose grass off of me and looked back at the front door. "Berwald? If you're going to kick me off your property, remember that- …. Uh. Hey…" What I saw completely derailed my train of thought. At this rate, I think my train's in the tundra of Russia or something.
There stood Lukas at the door way, wearing the most adorable sailor's suit. I haven't seen anybody wear one of those since my preschool days, when that was the most formal attire you could wear for picture day. Of course, I never followed that tradition. Those things just looked so cheesy to me back then. But if my little tike self had a drop of testosterone in his system and looked at Lukas right now, I'm pretty sure he would have changed his mind about those things being lame.
But there he was, in all his-admittedly-innocently stoic and sexy glory. I wasn't sure if it was the suit itself or the light in the background from inside the house-or maybe a little bit of both-but it was suddenly apparent to me that he had a slightly girlish figure, possessing more of a slim waist than any guy I've seen. I can thank the belt on his outfit for that realization. Heat started to pool in the pit of my stomach as I looked him over, jaw hanging slightly slacked into a ridiculously dumbfounded expression.
I quickly turned away and clutched my stomach. "Fuck…" I whispered. That heat was a little too familiar for my own comfort. For the sake of saving myself from an awkward situation, please let this feeling go away!
"You comfortable there, tool?" He said, the feeling in my stomach getting a bit worse at the sound of his voice. Damn it, why must Mother Nature do this to me?
(A/N: Aw…Mathias downgraded again.)
"I," Shit! Just that one letter sounded gruffer than usual! I cleared my throat before quickly slapping a grin on my face. "Am actually. Thanks for asking."
"Well you can get off the ground now. I heard Berwald shut you out." His tone of voice sounded subtly mocking, as if he was trying to hide the insult while he locked the door behind him.
Pull yourself together, Mathias! Don't go and get a boner now! If only it was that easy to will something natural away… I could have avoided so many situations in high school if that were the case.
"Uh, yeah. He did." I replied. Right now, I felt like I was curling up into the fetal position in an attempt to hide what that bitch called Mother Nature decided to curse me with now.
A few seconds of silence gave me a minute to try to even out my heart rate with deep breathing. Of course, the universe wouldn't allow it and made Lukas speak again, wrecking my concentration.
"You sound a bit stressed." He said. Was it just me, or was there a thread of concern hanging onto that sentence?
YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M STRESSED! I just managed to get turned on by a sailor suit! A SAILOR SUIT! I shouted in the deep recesses of my mind. "Oh, it's nothing."
"You sure?"
No. I'm absolutely not sure. "'Course!" Man, I'm actually getting a bit better at acting. And they said I'd never get a chance at stardom. I smirked despite myself, noticing that that thought actually helped me relax a little, blood actually flowing to my head and the rest of my body where it was supposed to be; at least for now.
And thus, Mother Nature is officially not a bitch anymore.
I finally stood and looked back at him, grinning normally now. "See? Everything's just dandy here!" Now let's just hope it doesn't happen again…
He raised an eyebrow at me and eventually shrugged, heading towards me. "So what movie are we seeing? I'd rather not be surprised."
"Oh! I hope you know what Hell I had to go through just to get these. It felt like a living Dante's Inferno, being nearly crushed by those fan girls." My hand plunged into the pockets of my black jeans, Lukas' confused face not being relieved by my statement.
"Fan girls?"
"Yeah. Them chicks are crazy, y'know. They'd do anything to get," I pulled out my hand, two tickets crunched into my hand's grip. "BAM!"
Lukas tilted his head to the side to read the writing on them, shoulders slumping once he was done. "Breaking Dawn? Of all movies, you decided to see Breaking Dawn? I'm not some hormonal teenage girl who's all angsty about jumping her vampire boyfriend."
If things go my way, you'll eventually want to jump me. "Oh come on, loosen up. It's our hate for Twilight that'll make this fun!"
"And how's that?" He crossed his arms.
"Because… We can sit through the movie and laugh about how ridiculous it is and make as many mean comments as we want about Kristen Stewart and how she never smiles and crap like that!"
He stared at me for a few minutes, giving me that condescending look before he sighed. "I better be able to laugh my ass off if this is what I'm been brought down to."
"I knew you'd see things my way! I guarantee you won't be able to breath, you'll be laughing so hard."
"If that's the case, you better call a paramedic."
"No prob, Luke!"
"You seriously have to stop calling me that…"
"Whatever you say. Luke."
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"Do you really need that much popcorn?" Lukas asked, finally opening his mouth since we stepped into the theater.
"Hey, if I'm forced to watch a crappy movie, I'm going to beast it up in the meanwhile." Or so I told him. I had other things in mind for this obnoxiously large carton of popcorn. Seriously, only one person I knew could eat this entire thing in one sitting, and he was the person who spotted me at the gym. That Alfred guy can seriously pack the stuff down, yet he looks as ripped as ever. I blame the popularity of steroids, protein shakes and metabolism.
"What do you mean, if you're forced to? If anyone's being forced to see this train wreck, it's me!"
"Look, we can keep pointing fingers at each other or we can laugh at the movie. Personally, laughing sounds a lot better for this situation."
"Oh, yeah sure. Now I get to hear your 'hilarious' jokes." Lukas crossed his arms after putting his soda into the cup holder next to him, rolling his eyes.
"Trust me, I'll get you to laugh at least once. Like when I gave you that message earlier!" I exclaimed, the lights dimming down around us.
He smacked the back of my head pretty harshly, looking quite satisfied at the sound that echoed through the room. "Shut up and watch the movie."
"Ow…" I said, rubbing the back of my head. It's a miracle my hat didn't fly off my noggin and hit the screen with the force he put into it.
And so the movie started, the voice of Kristen Stewart starting to agitate me after three minutes of her talking. "Sheesh, shut up and just on with the flick." I said aloud, taking my first mouthful of popcorn.
Scene after scene, I kept making comments, Lukas joining in from beside me here and there.
"Charlie, calm down. She's not knocked up yet." He said. I actually laughed with that one, almost choking on the kernels in my mouth.
"Nice one, Luke."
He never responded, just kept his eyes fixated on the screen as the movie progressed.
The wedding scene came and went, the theater patrons around us aw-ing and crap at what they witnessed. A hand that wasn't mine reached over and took two kernels from the popcorn bag on my leg. A moment passed before I realized it was Luke who reached over and did that.
Looks like I'll be able to go through with my plan after all.
A smirk was slowly creeping up on my face as I brought the bag to my other leg, good ol' oblivious Luke not noticing a thing. Maybe this'll work after all. Hopefully it does I'm just dying to see him blush again.
Bella and her now moody husband got onto their little getaway island, Bella's narration getting me almost as expressionless as she was.
Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hand I was waiting for reach over for the bag that wasn't there. Ultimately, his hand landed on my thigh. I looked over at him and smirked at his reaction. He was blushing, even the dim lights doing him no justice. That shocked and over all embarrassed look on his face was totally worth whatever scolding I'd receive next.
"Well hello there, Eager McBeaver. I see someone's excited." He quickly snatched his hand away, blushing even harder than earlier. "I think we can get arrested for this, but hey. Who am I to stop you?"
I guess I got what was coming to me when I was smacked in the back of the head again, my hat actually falling into the popcorn bag from the impact. "You're such a dick." He grumbled. Despite that ticked off tone, I could tell he was embarrassed beyond comprehension.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind if this relationship goes any further."
His glare seemed to pierce into my soul, his face flushing to more of an extreme than I could have ever imagined. "You're unbelievable. Why'd I even agree to come here with you?"
I grinned. "Because of my charming good looks?"
After a pretty awkward silence, he let out a sigh of disgust and looked away, facing the screen again with that sour puss look of his.
"Popcorn?" I asked, handing the bag to him. I was expecting another smack to the head, but when he slapped the bag out of my hand and sent kernels of buttered goodness everyone surrounding us, I was a little shocked.
Guess I ruined his appetite.
"Suit yourself." I said with a shrug. That got a little off plan, I'll admit. But I still got to see him blush again. What could be better than that?
My attention was brought back to the movie screen, raising a quick eyebrow at what I saw. "Well look at that. I see Edward still doesn't shave."
What happened next, I definitely wasn't expecting. But I still smiled at it. Lukas actually giggled at my comment, trying to stifle it by covering his mouth. Even though I just ticked him off, he's still laughing at my jokes? How nice of him.
Now that I have no popcorn, I feel sort of awkward. I have no where else to put my hands other than my lap. If I tried to put an arm around Luke now, he'd probably smack, say that was the last straw and walk home; which would be pretty horrible since his house is an hour's walk away. I didn't want to do that so I kept my hands to myself, this time.
"The Hell is she thinking? Getting in the water without any clothes. What if an eel passes by or something?" Lukas finally said. By the looks of it, he was very disinterested until I replied.
"Well if she's going to get screwed by her vamp hubbie anytime soon, she would have to be-." That's when it hit me.
Isn't there a sex scene in this movie? Sure enough, said scene came up, orchestra music blasting in the background. It was the only sound in the room too, being that everyone else was just as silent. Anyone that was laughing at our jokes earlier or yelling at us for being disrespectful was now silent. The feeling of awkwardness and a slight mix of raging hormones was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Luke groaned, taking off his hat and covering his eyes with it. "God, I forgot about this scene… I wonder how strange it must have been for Pattinson and Stewart to do this."
I wasn't really thrown off by the movie; I've definitely seen worse. It was the ideas that started to pop into my head that I was more concerned about. I hadn't met Lukas until yesterday, but something about him drives me mad. Was it that he rejected me when I tried to be suave and get him to date me, for the sake of having a nice ass to squeeze? Or was it more?
A constantly emotional Bella sort of reminded me of Lukas. Sure, he wasn't a crazed hormonal teenager helplessly in love with a vampire, but the way he never really comes out straightforward with his feelings. He's a riddle wrapped in a puzzle stuffed in an enigma. I keep having to do drastic things to see his true emotions, and even then it was still held back. The worst part was, I haven't done a lot of drastic stuff yet.
And my supposed lust for him when I was on his lawn; was that just hormones acting up at a horrible time, or was it my subconscious trying to hint to me the one way I can get him to truly respond to me? To tell me how he feels.
The thought of bedding Lukas was starting to run rampant in my head, the fantasies popping up and multiplying like rabbits. Each little daydream got worse and worse, either more graphic than the first or with far more detail. Maybe his slightly girlish frame was flexible. Maybe he was a kinky sort of fella. Maybe he lost his gag reflex like Alfred for some reason and can deep throat a guy. Maybe then I can get his true feelings to come out, get him to finally open up to me.
Damn you Mother Nature… I thought to myself as my head felt a lot lighter than before. That was a bad sign. The less blood in my head meant the more blood in my groin. Even though it was dark in there, it wouldn't help in the slightest. I'd probably come up with more ideas in less than thirty minutes and be unable to control myself from at least touching Lukas once or twice.
I had no place in his life to be even thinking about this. He probably doesn't even like me! And if he does, it's probably just as an acquaintance. What kind of situation did I get myself into? To think it all started with me having to cover Feliciano's shift and Tino actually allowed to drink at the bar I work in, that Tino invited his cousin along thinking he could probably get him to loosen up.
I resolved to high tail it and get somewhere safe; hide out for a few minutes so I can think about this kind of stuff and not get caught being spaced out or have Lukas realize I had a hard on mid-movie, with no real cause visible. Damn if that happened, he'd think I was a perv.
… Shit, he already does.
"Uh… hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I said to Lukas, who glanced at me briefly before turning his attention back to screen.
"Whatever." Damn it! That's exactly what my issue was!
I frowned and got up, rushing out of that room as quickly as my feet would carry me. I can't stay cooped up in the bathroom all night, though I wish I could. I'll have to come out eventually, face the attractive beast that was Lukas and be my usual self.
The door to the bathroom slammed behind me and I ran to the nearest available stall, locking it before leaning my head on the cool, tile wall. Now maybe I can think in peace.
"Pull yourself together Mattie. Come on. You can face him without popping one, can't you?" Here I go talking to myself again.
"No. I'm pretty sure I can't."
"You've dealt with worse than this."
"Yeah, like what?"
I was quiet with myself for a moment, allowing the tiles on the wall to bring my body heat down. Loosening my tie just a little, I opened my mouth again and continued my ranting. "Maybe you have a point there."
"Yeah I thought so."
"Can't you just be a little more subtle about coming on to him and let Lukie over there warm up to you?"
"If I do that, he'll never like me."
"You think he does now?"
I punched the side of the stall in aggravation. What the hell was I doing to myself? I should have never gotten myself into this situation.
"I don't want to be subtle like him though. He never speaks his mind unless its out of anger."
"So get him angry."
"What'll that accomplish, genius?"
"It'll get you a little farther than you are now."
"Sounds like a ridiculous idea."
"It's the only one you got."
Again, I punched the stall, hearing it rattle with slight satisfaction.
"That's what pisses me off."
"I thought it was Lukas' silence."
"Mostly that."
"What did I get myself into…?" I muttered, coming down from my angered state. This is exactly what I have to do to Luke to get him to speak his mind. So damn frustrating…
"That's it. I'll get him to open up to me if it's the last thing I do!" With a quick turn on my heel, I exited my Thought Stall and ignored the stares of confusion and fright I received. Time to face the beast.
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A/N: Hey guys! You missed me? :D This chapter is by far the angstiest and emotional of the chapters written for this story so far. All this seriousness on Mattie's part is essential for this story to continue any further. This chapter certainly came out a lot longer than I thought it would. 5, 398 words in the actual chapter. *Phew* It was all worth it though.
Lol Looks like someone got a bit excited in the middle of the chapter, eh guys? XD We all knew Mattie was a perv deep down. What'll Mathias say to Lukas? Will things ever get better between them? And will Hanatamago even make an appearance in this whole story? Tune in next chapter to see how this all goes down! Reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated! I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors! ¡Hasta luego, mi gentes! This is Wurstlover178, signing off!
Songs listened to while writing this (in this exact order, with loads of repeats):
Juliet-LMNT
Check Yes, Juliet-We the Kings
If It Kills Me-Jason Mraz
Fall For You-Secondhand Serenade
She's A Lady-Forever the Sickest Kids
Love Game-Lady Gaga