A/N:
You guys are so nice :3 Thank you for my reviews!
I now feel an obligation to update this regularly. Unfortunately, they don't let you bring your laptop to nerd camp, so Imma be gone for a few weeks soon... :(
I'll try to update as much as I can before then, but if there is a sudden silence, I didn't abandon you all, I just went to camp and will be right back.
So enough babbling! (TO THE STORY! And no worries, it's NOT a lemon. I'll just reference that they're taping it, and focus more on the lovebirds in the tree ;D)
As they snuck up on the house, Gilbert wondered how Liz knew that Roderich was having sex RIGHT THEN. Did he have a schedual or something? Knowing the stupid aristocrat, he probably did. The Prussian snickered at the thought of a decorated "Sex Schedual" hanging in the hallway. Liz probably got Lilly to copy it down or something. Liz gave him a this-is-why-I-didn't-want-to-bring-you face when she heard the snicker, and he tried to look guilty. That's when Gilbert saw the house.
Instead of the fancy mansion or something equally stuffy that Gilbert had anticipated, it was a smaller home, with a few dying flowers in the front and a dirty metal door that looked like it could use a vacation. The windows had more grime on them than Gilbert had thought Roderich could stand, and the roof was sagging a bit.
Liz went over to the right of the house, where a bunch of unruly bushes half-hid a window. The Hungarian pushed away a couple branches to reveal a room that looked like a library. Only when he looked more closely did Gilbert see the bed and the desk, as they too were covered with books. The closet was small, but the shirts were all hung neatly with the pants beside them. The desk was half-covered wtih books, but there was a small space where an older laptop sat.
"This is Roddy's house?" Gilbert asked Liz quietly. She shushed him, but whispered back.
"You shouldn't judge people by how they act." Liz replied softly. "The admirable thing about Roderich is that he lives his shitty life with such finesse that no one knows it's shitty. It takes a real man to do that."
"So a man has to have a shitty life to be admirable?" Gil asked, not understanding.
"No. A man is admirable when he takes what life gives him and makes something beautiful." She replied. Then, the conversation ended as the two lovebirds they were waiting for entered the room.
What came next left Gilbert scarred and ready to puke. After they taped the whole event, they headed back to the car, a trip during which Gilbert actually did throw up.
"Still think being a fangirl is easy?" Liz asked, smirking.
"Yes and no." The Prussian replied as they piled into the car. "Yes, because the general fangirling is easy. You sit there holding a camera. That's it. The after effects, however, leave something to be desired." Liz giggled at his bewildered face, knowing that he desperately wished he could unsee what he had just witnessed.
"Still want to be in the Fangirl Army?" She asked, pulling out into the street.
"I'll stick with just being a visitor, thanks." He relaxed into the seat as they drove away and the mental images slowly faded. "So where to next?"
"You want to do that again?" Liz raised her eyebrow at Gil's question.
"Absolutly NOT." He said quickly, horrified. "I just thought that maybe we could hang out, seeing as it's not too late and my folks are expecting me at twelve" He lied about that last part, but he was sure his parents would understand.
"Um, sure." She replied, uncertain. "I'm actually kinda hungry [hahahaha! Kudos to anyone who caught that!], so maybe we could swing by McDonalds...?"
"Sure!" He agreed, trying (and failing) not to sound too enthusiastic.
The car ride to the nearest McDonald's was silent. Liz was enjoying the quiet, and Gilbert was inwardly freaking out, trying (and, once again, failing) to think of something inteligent to say.
"Welcome to McDonald's! May I take your order?" The faceless voice asked as they stopped at the drive-through menu.
"Thank you. May I have a double quarter pounder with cheese?" Liz turned in her seat to Gilbert "What do you want?"
"Same, I guess." He replied, impressed and relieved with her appitite. He hated those girls who ate just a leaf and were done.
"Anything else?" The voice asked.
"Another double quarter pounder with cheese, please." Liz replied.
"Anything else?"
"A medium coke and..." Liz looked over to Gil, who mouthed 'Same'. "Another medium coke."
"Anything else?"
"That's it."
"Please drive forward"
Liz drove forth to retrieve and pay for the food, but when they got to the window, Gilbert restrained her hands and brought out his wallet, insisting that he pay for the whole thing. Surprised by his newfound generousity, Liz let him pay.
After they got their food and started driving again, the Hungarian headed toward a nearby park.
"So dispite the suckish beginning, this has been pretty awesome." Gilbert commented as he sat down on one of the swings with his burger.
"Yeah. We haven't really hung out like this in a while..." Liz mused after swallowing her first bite. She sat on the other swing. They swung slightly as they ate their dinner, both waiting for the other to say something.
"It was nice of you to pay for everything." She said, trying to strike up some conversation.
"Don't mention it. I'm too awesome to make you pay" He said offhandedly, not really paying attention.
A bit annoyed, Liz returned to her silence, thinking 'you do it often enough'. Five minutes later, after he had finished his burger, Gilbert broke it.
"Once, I went out to the country, and I rode a horse." Gilbert said out of the blue, confusing his companion.
"That's a bit random..." Liz commented. Long done with her burger, she had been swinging a bit just to do something.
"Yeah, it kinda is." Gil replied, out of it. "But that horse was awesome. It was big and black. Coulda been a war horse. It was the first time I rode a horse, and it was intimidating, but still. I wanted to ride it." Liz waited patiently for the point of the story, wondering if there even was one. "So I asked my dad, and he said absolutely not. I pleaded, but all he did was list a bunch of safety rules and shit. Ludwig was on his side, so that night, I snuck down to the stables and tried to get on the beast."
"What happened?" Liz prompted after a long pause.
"I... I got kicked in the eye." Gil replied, ashamed. "I didn't know how to handle a horse properly." The Prussian kicked at the dirt below his swing, avoiding eye contact. "Luckily, Ludwig had heard me get up, and got there in just enough time to see me get hit. He called my dad in from the house and they did some medical whatchamacalit, and soon I was good as new." Liz nodded along to the story, sensing that the point of it was near. "After about three weeks I was allowed to excercise again, and my dad put all these strict rules on me so that I wouldn't get within ten feet of the stable, but every night I went and rode. First, I rode a sweet little pony, next a larger one, then a real horse, and working my way up, that last night I went for the awesome one again. I got on him without a problem, and when I was on, I got out into the pasture. Taking it slow, I rode that awesome horse in a circle over and over, but it wasn't enough. I started trotting, then I started flying, and it was the most awesome thing ever." Gilbert had a dreamy look on his face.
"And the point of this story is...?" Liz asked, still fuzzy as to how this related to anything.
"Well... It's just that... I never give up, Liz. I see a goal, and I achieve it." Gil looked strangely intense as he stared into her eyes.
"Is this about the Fangirl's Army? Because I thought that we had established that you didn't want to join anymore." Liz asked, confused.
"N-no. It... It's not... It's just... forget about it." Gil mumbled, the intensity falling away as he coughed a bit, shrugging off the moment they had just had.
"Okay." Liz complied, giving her friend a strage look. Gilbert's always been a bit strange, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something.
WOAH. That was large and in a different direction than I thought it would be. An intense chapter. Sorry if it was a bit OOC, but I thought that since he was alone with Liz, Gil would be a little strange...
Idk.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... Reviews, por favor? Also, sorry Naffy. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point... D:
