Hello my readers! Who's ready for me to end up embarrassing Matthew (and the occasional Ivan)?
Matthew: Do you enjoy torturing me?
Me: I don't know, in the last chapter's Author Notes you threw a maple syrup bottle at me
Matthew: But you said-…forget it
Me: Don't worry Matvey I don't hold grudges *hides diabolical plan on getting revenge* See?
Matthew: O.O
Me: That was on Alfred… MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
Matthew:…um…going to go away now…
Chapter Four
"Hey Mattie, can you make me a burger?"
"You know Alfred, I'm not your personal slave and not to be rude or anything…but why are you here?" Matthew asked his older brother.
"I was bored. Plus you ought to be lonely with the commie out of the house and the kids at school" Alfred responded.
"Yes but Al-" Matthew started but was interrupted by the phone. He answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Ah Matvey! We've got a problem." Ivan told him.
"What, what happened?" Matthew asked.
"Jamie's school called. It turns out he was in a playground issue да. His teacher wants to meet with us tomorrow."
"Okay…good-bye Ivan, Je t'aime." Matthew told his lover before he hung up.
"Good-bye. Love you." Ivan replied. They both hung up.
"What does Jet Tom mean?" Alfred asked.
"Its Je t'aime and it means I love you in French"
"Ew you said I love you to Ivan! That's gross Mattie!" Alfred shrieked.
"He's my husband Al and I can say I love you to him whenever I want to." Matthew defended.
"Oh yeah… why'd he call anyway?" Alfred questioned.
"Turns out Jamie is having a problem in school, and we have to speak with his teacher tomorrow." Matthew explained.
"Woah…well since I'm the hero I can go instead of the commie!" Alfred yelled.
"NO! Ivan and I are his parents. You are the uncle you have nothing to do with this…besides I don't think you'd want to sit in a room for a while with a teacher."
"Is she hot?"
"Al…I'm interested in men…remember?" Matthew asked his idiot brother. Alfred then mumbled another "Oh yeah".
Ivan and Matthew walked into Jamie's elementary school looking as presentable as possible. Matthew and Ivan both wore dress shirts with ties, but Ivan kept his scarf on. Matthew was nervous, why was his son part of this? They found the classroom. Ivan knocked on the door and then opened it. A woman in her early 40's/late 30's, with straight brown hair that reaches her shoulders, green eyes, and a friendly smile was sitting at the teacher's desk.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Carlston. Please have a seat…Mr. and Mr. Braginski." The woman said. She looked a little uneasy when stating that there were two men in the room.
"Hello Mrs. Carlston. I'm Matthew Jamie's father" Matthew said.
"Pleasure to see you again Mrs. Carlston да." Ivan said shaking her hand. Ivan was the one who met with the teacher before Jamie started school here.
"So Mrs. Carlston what exactly happened?" Matthew asked her.
"Well he was playing on the monkey bars with a few other kids. Apparently they started swinging into each other until they ended kicking themselves off onto the ground. They all fell onto each other and one student twisted his wrist. That kind of behavior isn't allowed here." She told them.
"That doesn't sound like our Jamie. I mean he's very energetic unlike his sister, but he wouldn't hurt another student." Matthew told her. Ivan nodded.
"That is what happened. I'd like to ask you a few things about Jamie's home life. Is he exposed to violence?" Mrs. Carlston asked the couple.
"Het. Whenever I'm home with the kids it is a peaceful environment да. Except when my little sister visits us, but she just has a different way of expressing herself." Ivan told the teacher.
"And…how does she express herself…?"
"Not in a violent way at all да." Ivan lied.
"When I'm home with them nothing ever violent happens. I try to keep my menace of a brother away. He's not violent, just dumb." Matthew stated.
"Well it doesn't seem that way, because I overheard Jamie talking to another student about his father's pipe and vodka." Matthew looked at Ivan who shrugged and cursed in Russian under his breath.
"Is there anything you'd like to say Mr. Braginski?"
"Vodka is Russian water да. It's not my fault I like to drink it." Ivan defended himself. There is a big chance Jamie might go to detention, be suspended or expelled… Matthew thought. Matthew gave Ivan a look that said let me do the talking from now on.
"Well…would you men care for some chocolate?" Mrs. Carlston asked pulling out a little jar with truffles on the inside.
"I'm sorry I do not care for sweets." Ivan told Mrs. Carlston. She then looked at Matthew. He carefully took one.
"Thank you for offering. They've been my favorite sweet since I was a child. Especially this brand." Matthew responded.
"My son has always cared for these when he was little. He'd get it on his face a lot and my ex-husband and I would have to clean it off. I'm sorry I got carried away." The teacher apologized. It was odd, the woman's attitude changed from curiosity to pained.
"It's alright. But I was hoping that we can get back to our son's punishment." Matthew said uncomfortably.
"Obviously from what you've told me, I see that your son wasn't the real cause. I'll just tell the principal he was innocent and that he doesn't deserve a real punishment. Excuse, but I have a meeting to go to so I'm sorry on cutting our time short." Mrs. Carlston spoke standing up and grabbing her coat.
Marisol Carlston went into the small local grocery store to go buy some milk and coffee. She sighed. That was such a horrible time…I can't believe what was going on there Marisol thought. Marisol shook her head and went into the dairy section. Where's the coffee creamer? She thought.
"Would the pretty woman like some help?" asked a man with a familiar French accent. Oh no…please tell me it's not him.
"No thank you I've got everything under control" Marisol answered the man as she continued looking for the creamer.
"You know it is very rude to not look at the person you are speaking to belle." No way! It is him…crap!
"Like I want to look at you Francis."
"Oh now how did you know it was me?"
"You're annoying accent Bonnefoy." Marisol told the traitor.
"You used to think was sexy non?" Francis replied coming closer to Marisol.
"Get away from me you ugly frog." She said turning around and facing him.
"You really are Arthur's cousin."
"You really are a creep. Now can you please excuse me while I buy some things for my family, which doesn't include you and Arthur."
"You know you could've visited…at least for Mathieu" Francis stated.
"One, his name is Matthew, and two, in order to see him I'd have to see your face you ugly backstabber…and what are you doing here anyway?"
"I work here. Don't you like my uniform. It makes me look sexy non?" Francis asked her as he did a pose.
"It makes you look fat." Marisol said.
"Well that wasn't nice at all! You know Marisol I liked you better when you were nicer towards me." Francis replied.
"I don't have a reason to be nice to you. You broke my heart and because of you I couldn't see my son."
"It was your choice to see our darling boy. Obviously you forgot you're the one who let me keep him." Francis told her.
"You make it sound like he's an object. Please Francis, can you just leave me alone, I've moved on, and another thing. Don't tell Matthew that you saw me today." Marisol told Francis, grabbed the creamer, milk and left Francis there.
AWWW! I love my new OC! I feel bad for her, I mean she was with Francis at one point.
Francis: What's that supposed to mean?
Me: Shut up I'm not dealing with characters in this author's note.
Anyway if there is any confusion on Marisol's and Francis' relationship I'll explain… and you probably have some thoughts in your head like, WOAH FRANCIS GOT OWNED, or Francis is a stalker? Well my answer to both is, yes. So that was chapter four, and I didn't really explain much about the two, but you will learn more later. You guys can guess on what their real relationship is/was, just leave a review. It's not a complex idea, and I think I gave you guys enough clues… I'm drowsy on Nyquil since I'm sick… Tell me if I did good (for a person on meds XD)
Translations:
Je t'aime- I love you (French)
Het- No (Russian)
да- Yes (Russian)
belle- Beautiful (French)
non- No (French)