Two chapters in one night? I'm doing pretty good, huh?
I had wanted this to be longer, but my brain died.
Enjoy.
Gilbert removed the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car, breathing in the warm Spring air. He was at the park again. It was his favorite place to go on Saturdays. He didn't like to admit it, but watching people have a good time with their family was always enjoyable to see. He slammed the car door shut and walked over to his favorite look out spot, the swing set. He plopped down in one of them and sighed contently.
Most people would think going to the park with a friend is more fun, but not to Gilbert. He was perfectly fine being alone! He loved it!
...Okay, he would admit he would rather have someone with him, but all his friends were usually busy on the weekend. He didn't need them to have fun anyways.
"It's so awesome being alone," he told himself, grinning widely. He swung back and forth, kicking his legs. He didn't notice when a person walked up to him silently. Once Gilbert was done with his swinging, he finally noticed the other man. "Hey, you're Matthew, right?"
"Yes, I am," Matthew mumbled, looking down at his feet. His stomach felt strange. He had been recognized? That was definitely weird. "Um, I needed to ask you something." Gilbert stood from the swing and walked closer to the blond. Matthew noticed that the other man was only a few centimeters taller than him.
"Yeah?" Gilbert couldn't help but wonder how Matthew had known how to find him. He saw Matthew fidget a bit. "What did you need?"
"Remember when you drove me home?" Matthew questioned. Gilbert nodded. "I think I left my phone in your car. Could I have it back?"
"Your phone? Yeah, sure." Gilbert led Matthew over to his car and opened the back door, then dug through the seats and floor. His eyes caught sight of something white, and he grabbed it up. It was a cellphone with a red maple leaf sticker on it. He stood up straight and showed Matthew the phone. "This it?"
"Yes, it is!" Matthew took the phone from him, relieved that he hadn't lost it anywhere else. He blushed once he realized how rudely he had snatched the phone away from Gilbert. "Oh, um, s-sorry," he stammered out. Gilbert blinked, then gave Matthew another handsome smile. Matthew felt his cheeks tingle as his stomach did a flip.
"No problem," Gilbert told him before walking back to the swings. He sat down then saw Matthew sit on a swing a few over from him. He gave him a puzzled look.
"Um, my brother dropped me off. He won't be back for another few hours, and my house is too far away for me to walk to," Matthew explained quietly. Gilbert nodded and looked away. Matthew flipped the phone open, then sighed and closed it. Gilbert glanced at him.
"Miss an important text or something?" he asked. Matthew shook his head.
"More like never got the important text," he told him, his voice somewhat saddened. "I never get texts anyways." Gilbert turned his head completely to stare at the blond. His expression was pitiful, his violet eyes dull and staring at nothing. Gilbert couldn't help but feel bad for him. Didn't he have any friends? That's when Gilbert got a bright idea.
"Hey! I know what you can do!" he shouted, making Matthew jolt from his trance. He placed a hand over his heart and shot Gilbert a small glare. "Why don't you give me your number?" Matthew's glare went away and was replaced with a surprised look.
"What? Why?" he asked, staring at the grinning man.
"That way I can text you so you have something awesome to look forward to!" Gilbert chimed, giving him a thumbs up. Matthew was suddenly disinterested. He didn't exactly want to talk to Gilbert more, but the smile the man had was endearing. Matthew had to admit that much. Gilbert obviously meant no harm, so it couldn't hurt.
"Well, fine," Matthew agreed, giving him a small smile. Gilbert took out his phone and readied it for Matthew's number. The blond told him the number and noticed Gilbert pause, making a strange face. "Something wrong?"
"Well, I usually give people nicknames, so I don't just want to put in 'Matthew.' That would be boring," Gilbert told him. Matthew blinked. Alfred and a few others called him Mattie, so perhaps that would work?
"Um, you can call me Mattie," he stated. Gilbert's red eyes lit up and he quickly punched in the name, then saved the number. "What's your number?" Gilbert glanced at him, then gave him the number. Matthew typed it in, then closed his phone and turned away. Silence fell between the two. Per usual, Gilbert eventually broke it.
"You're really quiet," he said. Matthew shrugged.
"I guess. I don't usually have much to talk about."
"Oh." Gilbert sighed quietly, barely moving on the swing. Matthew said nothing in response. "Do you, uh, have anything you like doing?"
"I like hockey," Matthew replied, not looking at him. This caught Gilbert off guard.
"Hockey? But you're so small!" he exclaimed, causing a slight annoyance to overtake Matthew.
"So? It just makes me faster," he mumbled, pouting slightly. Gilbert began to laugh then. "What's so funny?"
"It's make you faster? Awesome to know!" Gilbert said between his laughs. Matthew finally understood what he was laughing about and blushed. Gilbert was like Alfred in that sense. Finding anything sexual sounding positively hilarious.
"Oh maple." Matthew looked away, hiding his red face. Gilbert looked at him, suppressing his laughter.
"Oh maple?"
"I-I don't usually swear, is all," the flustered blond replied. Gilbert couldn't help but grin. The maple thing sounded pretty cute.
"I see," Gilbert leaned back in the swing, staring at the sky. "You know, you're a pretty okay guy." Matthew glanced back at him, surprised at the sudden compliment.
"Uh, thanks?" he said, not sure why the man had suddenly said that. Gilbert laughed.
"Damn right, thanks! That's an awesome compliment, you know! Especially coming from the awesome me!" he exclaimed. Matthew frowned and whispered something about a superiority complex. "You say something?"
"No."
"Oh, okay. What else do you do other than hockey?"
"I like cooking." Gilbert suddenly sprung up, giving Matthew an overly excited look.
"Really? Awesome! What do you cook?" he questioned, switching to the swing next to Matthew's.
"I can cook a lot of different things. But I like making pancakes the most," he stated. Gilbert's grin increased in size.
"Oh, pancakes are awesome!" Matthew was beginning to wonder if Gilbert knew any other words than awesome. "Yep, you're definitely a cool guy." Matthew gave him a tiny smile and Gilbert grinned back. "What about your love life?"
"Huh?'
"Do you have a girlfriend or any of that stuff?"
"Um, no, I don't." This question had made Matthew feel a tad bit uncomfortable. In truth, he was actually homosexual. But he didn't have the easiest time admitting it. Not even Alfred knew, and they usually told each other a lot. Gilbert's eyes darted to the side.
"I can see why..." he muttered. Gilbert figured it must be hard to date someone so shy and quiet and...feminine looking.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's what supposed to mean?"
"What you just said."
"And I said what?"
"Oh, never mind." Matthew looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks. He had heard Gilbert. It wasn't his fault he was incredibly shy and unnoticeable. Well, maybe he could be a tad bit more out there, but Gilbert didn't have to right to say anything. When Matthew had arrived at the park, Gilbert had looked just as lonely as Matthew had felt.
Another silence fell between them. Gilbert felt this was happening too much, and it annoyed him, so he decided to fix it again.
"Hey! I challenge you!" he exclaimed, trying to make conversation.
"Challenge?"
"We both swing really high then jump! And whoever goes the farthest is the winner!" Gilbert explained. Matthew shook his head.
"No thank you," he replied, not wanting to partake in the childish game. Honestly, how old was Gilbert anyways?
"Boo~! You're no fun~!" the albino whined, his cheeks puffed up. "Fine! I'll break my own record!" He began to kick his legs and swing high, then started a countdown. Matthew watched him, a bit worried. Gilbert flew off the swing and landed on the ground, falling and rolling a bit. Matthew stared at him as the man jumped up and checked the distance. "Two feet more than last time!" How often did he play this game? Gilbert slowly wobbled back over to Matthew after praising himself.
"Are you okay?" Matthew asked, taking note of the small limp. Gilbert nodded, grinning.
"I'm fine! Wasn't that landing awesome?"
"I suppose," was the reply he received. Matthew wasn't interested in the mans antics. Gilbert sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his grin being replaced by a frown.
"It would be nice if you talked a bit more," he told Matthew. A shrug. "Maybe I can MAKE you talk?"
"You can try. I can't guarantee it will work, though," Matthew sighed, wishing Alfred would hurry and come pick him up.
"I just made you talk, though! I win!" Gilbert exclaimed, pointing a finger towards Matthew. The blond blushed and drew his mouth into a thin line. "Dude, you're really shy, aren't you? It's pretty cute!" The blush grew. Was Matthew just called cute? He appreciated the comment, but he felt as if his manliness had just received a sharp blow.
"E-excuse me?" he stuttered. Gilbert repeated his words.
"You okay? You're really red," Gilbert said, stating the obvious. Matthew narrowed his eyes, the red on his cheeks dying down a bit.
"I'm fine," he responded. He then looked at his watch and froze a bit when he realized he had just spent an hour with Gilbert. It was almost time for Alfred to arrive.
"Hey, when are you goin' home?"
"Al is supposed to be here in a few minutes." Matthew saw that Gilbert's face visibly dropped.
"Really? That sucks." Gilbert turned away, frowning. Matthew couldn't help but wonder if Gilbert was actually enjoying his company.
"Um, don't worry. He won't show up," he reassured. Gilbert turned his head to him.
"I could take you home later, if you want," he offered. Matthew blinked, then nodded.
"That would, um, be nice. Thanks," he mumbled, looking to his feet. Gilbert smiled at him and reached hand out to ruffle the smaller man's hair, but quickly retracted it, thankful that Matthew hadn't noticed. Gilbert wasn't sure of why he had just done that. Was it a weird reflex? Yeah, that had to be it.
"Hey, are you hungry?" he asked, attempting to hide his embarrassment. Matthew shook his head.
"I've already eaten," he told him quietly. Gilbert looked at the sky, then back to Matthew.
"Would you make me eat by myself?"
Yes.
"Um, no?" Matthew said, mentally slapping himself. Gilbert grinned, then took hold of Matthew's wrist and pulled him out of the swing, earning a yelp from the teenager.
"Awesome! I know a place close to here!" Gilbert chimed, dragging the blond behind him. Matthew stared at the hand that gripped his wrist. It was firm hold, yet gentle. For some reason, Matthew felt as if it fit Gilbert. His cheeks burned slightly, but he shook it off, scrambling to keep up with the mans pace.
I don't think the grammar in this was great, but I tried. I'll most likely go back and edit a few mistakes here and there, since I know they're there. Google Chrome just refuses to show them.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I honestly don't think it was too great.
Still based on the RP Darxetta and I did.
I'll try to get a new chapter out soon. Reviews are awesome, dudes.
