Matthew stared at Gilbert in shock, his eyes wide with a hand over his gapping mouth. Gil sat across from him on the couch. A sad smile on his face as he nodded lightly, confirming the story that brought on Matt's horror. Matt looked as though he was going to cry, or puke. Either way he looked horrible. Gil sat looking at his roommate's horrified face for another five to ten minutes before he finally spoke up.
"How do you know what happened after you actually died?" He asked, still looking horrified and sick to his stomach.
Gil smiled; he already knew that he would be asked this. He turned so that his whole body was facing Matt and crossed his legs so he was sitting like his friend.
"Well, since I was dead, there really wasn't any where I could go that wasn't in the house or, on the property. I couldn't move at all. It was like I was stuck in place. So I just sat there, unable to turn or walk away, forced to watch this bastard do with me what he willed. Not that there was much he could other than mangle my body more. My murder story was on the news for about a week, week in a half. They didn't show any of the pictures from the scene, said it was too violent and disturbing for the viewers." He frowned and sighed sadly.
"They investigated and looked for the sick bastard for about half a month before closing the cold case. They stopper for lack of leads and evidence. It sucks, being dead. Can't really leave, or talk to people; can't even interact with most people. It's actually rather rare for a human to be able to see a ghost. I'm still amazed that you can see and talk to me, I mean hell you can even feel me!" He smiles lightly, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Matthew smiled back, hoping to cheer him up at least a little.
"What did your brother do when he found out about the… incident?" He hoped that he wasn't crossing any lines; he knew that Gil and his little brother, Ludwig, didn't really have the best of relationships.
~Gil's POV~
I honestly didn't know just how to reply to that. I stopped talked to mein bruder just a few months before I was killed. It was kinda sad, we had an argument over something, I don't even remember what, but it ended along with our relationship. He practically disowned me, so I honestly have no clue what he thought when he got the news, or if he even went to my funeral. I didn't really mind when we first stopped talking, but now the thought makes me sad and slightly angry, but the thought of Luddy made me sadly happy.
I shrugged as I finally answered his question. "I don't really know what Luddy did. Seeing as I couldn't call him and I was stuck at home, I couldn't go to his house or even to my own funeral. I haven't known how he's been taking thing for what feels like forever." I've looked away from him by now, not wanting him to see the tears I can feel building up. My brother has always been a touchy subject with me.
From the corner of my eye I can see Mattie move, most likely to leave to his room so he won't see me like this. It's probably for the best anyway, I would hate for him to see me sad. He's the type that gets sad just from seeing people they care for sad. Good to know that- My thoughts are cut off by a pair of arms carefully being wrapped around my neck.
"I'm sorry I brought him up Gil. Please don't cry." He pulled his head up from my shoulder to look at me. I quickly wipe away the tears that I didn't know had fallen and hug him back. Surprisingly, this is the first time he's hugged me since he moved in. I mean sure I've hugged him a few times, but he never hugged back. Not that I'm complaining now. He's so warm compared to the coldness I always fell.
~Matt's POV~
It's been a little under a week since Gil told me about his murder and I made him cry by bringing up Ludwig. I didn't know that he would get so upset by my question. He hasn't really talked to me since that night and it kinda hurts. I know he hasn't stopped talking just to be mean and that it's because he's upset, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt a little. Every time I try to talk to him, he brushes me off like he can't hear me. When I try to get his attention, it's like he can't see me. Not that I'm not used to this from people, but that hardly bothers me anymore. No, what bothers me and makes it hurt is the fact that it's some I really care about doing it. I really hope he stops this soon.
That night I was on the couch watching one of my favorite shows on Netflix. I sat with my knees pulled to my chest and a pillow between my legs and stomach. This show can be so sad and I hate it, but at the same time I can't get enough. I've already seen all the episodes so far, but that doesn't mean they're not fun to re-watch. Right now I'm on the last episode of the second season, a.k.a. the last one until late this year or early next, I can never remember. But anyway, it's really close the end, which is when it gets super sad and then right before it ends it gets super frustrating because I mean he's right there! Standing maybe ten, fifteen meters from the man he just watches him walk away to his cab! Sometime they just make want to scream! But at least they finally started filming season three- and now I'm rambling and getting off topic. So as I sat there trying to hold back my "fangirl" tears, as Alfred calls them, when Gil walked- er, floated it and sat next to me. I looked over at him to see what was up but I couldn't read his expression like I normally can. He sat there staring at nothing with a completely blank look on his face and to be honest, I hated it. I miss my Gil, the one that was always happy or getting into stuff. Now he's more neutral than Switzerland.
"Gil? Are you okay?" I asked him slowly. I didn't know how he would answer. He could snap at me and yell, or break down and cry, or he could even possible smile and go back to his normal self. Sadly, none of those happened. He looked over at me, sneered and then he just vanished. (I learned about that ability the hard way.) So I just stared at the spot for a minute before turning off the TV and heading to bed.
~Author's POV~
Another week went by and things were almost back to normal. Gilbert still had his episodes where he wouldn't talk and would go sit up on the roof for hours on end and Matthew still didn't know what to do. He did know one thing and that was that being ignored by the older ghost hurt a lot more than it did when he was ignored and forgotten in high school. And that hurt a lot. They had finally talked it out and Gil apologized for ignoring him and pretending he wasn't there, while Matt apologized for bringing up his brother and making him fall into his depression.
Soon enough, they were back to how they had first been. Which they were both far more than just happy about. At the moment they were looking through some of Matt's family photo albums.
"Who's that chick? She's kinda hot." Gilbert pointed to a picture with two men standing be hide a pretty good looking girl.
Matthew looked at the picture and blushed, his face becoming a prettier shade of red than Gil's eyes. "Um Gil, that's me…in the…in the picture. The only chick in this whole album is my Nanna." Gil looked up at him in shock before his face flushed darker than Matt's.
"So…the really hot girl in all these pictures…is you?" Matthew looked away and nodded. Gil sat there still in shock for a good five minutes before finally composing himself. He smirked and openly looked Matt up down before leaning in close to his ear and whispering, "Then I guess you're just really hot." Matthew's blush worsened as a shiver ran down his spin at the feel of the cool breath on his ear and what his friend had just said. Gilbert pulled away, his smirk growing when he saw Matt shiver. Matt looked up at him with wide eyes and he was shaking slightly. It took all Gilbert had to not laugh then. He took the book from Matt and set it down on the table before pushing him back until he was being propped up by the arm of the couch. Gil crawled onto Matt's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. He started leaning forward when Matt suddenly pushed him off with a small yelp.
Gil couldn't hold it back any longer, as soon as he hit the cushion he started laugh so hard he had to hold his sides. Matt looked at him first with surprise, then with annoyance and slight disappointment. He grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the ghost before storming into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
~Gil's POV~
I moved the pillow that had been thrown at me in time to see a certain Canadian storm off down the hall. I sighed and set the pillow down before quickly following Matt. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and put my ear against it and just as I suspected, he was in the shower. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I wanted to apologize to Birdie for that but he because of a slight miscommunication about two months ago, I'm not allowed near the bathroom when the door is locked. I slid down the door onto the floor. I guess I'll just have to wait for him to get out.
By the time I hear the water shut off, I'm far to annoyed to wait for him to get out so I stand up and check the door knob and by some sort of miracle, it's unlocked. I open the door, slid in, and close the door without making a sound. I turn away from the door just in time to see Matt stepping out of the shower. I instantly freeze, and take in the scene before me. Standing not five feet away from is a very wet, very naked Matthew. Now, Matthew isn't all the muscular looking, but he is very well toned and he's lean. With his back to me, I'm free to let my eyes roam up and down his back. He has a few scars from his shoulder blades, to just below his mid-back. He was brushing his hair at the moment, so some of the water was racing down and over his back. After brushing his hair for about five to ten minutes, and after I stared at his back and more for just as long, he turned around to most likely grab his glasses. And thank god for him being blind because otherwise I would feel death all over again.
As he looked around for his glasses, I got another wonderful view, this time of his chest. Christmas must have come early this year. His chest, like his back had more scars than I remember from my last encounter. Most of them were very easy to see, as they were very smooth, large and an almost silver colour. Small droplets of water ran down his chest and over his abs, very nice ones at that, from his hair, some even going down to his hips. I followed the trail of one of these drops and I realized that Christmas had indeed come early this year, and someone got a pretty big present.
After staring at him with wide eyes and my mouth gapping for a few more minutes that felt like hours, he found his glasses and towel. He wrapped the towel around his hips and put his glasses on. When I saw that he was about to turn around, I left the room and went to the couch as fast as I could. I sat there thinking over everything that I just saw and why I was feeling the way I was for a good twenty minutes before Matthew came back in wear black jeans and a purple hoodie. Seeing him like this was a big change from just a few minutes ago. His jeans were slightly baggy and his hoodies were all immensely baggy and normally went down to mid thigh. Looking at him like this one would think he was a girl, or at least had a girly figure.
I finally looked up at him and began my apology. "Sorry about freaking you out like that Birdie. It was totally unawesome and it won't happen again, I promise" Mattie looked at me confused before blushing brightly. He quickly pulled me into a hug and said he forgave me. He went to bed an hour or so later and I was left to my thoughts again. For whatever reason, my mind kept going to Birdie, and not very naked Birdie either, which was weird. After about three hours of this, I was finally able to sleep with my last thought still in mind. I'm in love with Birdie.
AN: I'm sorry I took so long! Things have still been shit and this story was more popular than I was expecting. But I hoped you liked this chapter! Oh and the killer was Oliver (2pEngland) and the first person to guess right was dracomalfoysbiggestfan.
Mattie and Gil: *hugs you*
And if you got the MCR ref. I love you! The way he was killed was based on how Jack the Ripper killed Mary Kelly. Please review!