Hey kiddies! Here's another chapter to the story! Enjoy, Desu!

~Neko- chan

Setting: Later that night

Lanie's POV

I was playing Call of Duty: Black Ops with Denise when it happened. We were enjoying the game when Alisha came downstairs with a devious look. Denise paused the game and looked at her. "What's up with you," she asked. Alisha just kept on smiling. "Arthur, do you like Mikey," she asked. "What do you mean," he asked. I see where this is going, I thought, but remained silent. "A-Arthur, I think she wants to know if you l-love Mikey," Mattheiu said. "Exactly," Alisha said. Knew it, I thought. "W-Well… I…. yes," Arthur said. "Good to know," Alisha said. "Well, lucky for you, Mikey loves you too," Alisha said. "Called It Toni! That'll be $20," I said, chuckling. "Si," he replied. "You guys took bets," Arthur said irritated. "Vho didn't," Gil said. We all, except for Arthur, laughed. "I have a plan to get you together," Alisha said. "Would any of you be interested?" "Count me in," said Denise. "ME too," I said. "Ze awesome me vill also help," Gil said. "You can count Mattie and I in," Toni said. Mattheiu nodded. "I am interested," Arthur reluctantly said. "Oh goody! Here's the plan…." (Five minutes of plan telling later) "We'll start Saturday morning, ok," Alisha said. We all agreed.

After, we all went back to what we were doing before. Denise and I were yelling harmless insults at each other while Gil and Mattie cheered us on and yelled insults at each other as well. We kept at it until about 10:30, realizing we had school in the morning. "Dammit, I totally forgot," Denise said. "Me too," I said. "Vhat di you forget, frau," Gil asked. "We have school on the morning," I replied. "8 am sharp," Denise said. We both groaned. "Should we drive you all to school tomorrow," Arthur asked. Mikey then came downstairs. "Sure, why not," Mikey said shrugging. We all just shrugged and went to our rooms. Everyone went to their rooms, including me and Gil. I was kind of used to his presence, so without even thinking, I began to change. It wasn't until I heard him clear his throat that I noticed him staring at me. His face was bright red like a tomato and his eyes were wide. "What's up Gil," I asked casually. (Yes, I am kind of oblivious when it comes to reading the mood.) "Uh, frau… you're changing in front of me," he said awkwardly. "What of it," I asked. I stared straight into his eyes and he turned away as his face blushed even more. I just laughed as I continued to change into my jam-jams. He had also changed, and by changed I mean he stripped into his boxers. Tonight, I wore a t-shirt that said "Jealous Much?" while Gil wore black boxers. "Do you always only wear your boxers to bed," I asked while I combed my hair out. "Do you alvays sleep vith no pants," he countered. "Touché," I said. He just chuckled as he left for our shared bathroom.

You know, I didn't find the whole 'rooming with a guy' all that awkward. In all honesty, it was actually very entertaining. Last night, Gil and I didn't get to sleep until around 3:30 am. We stayed up talking about random stuff. I learned that he had a brother, Ludwig, and that his parents died when he was about 12 and he had to raise little Ludwig by himself. I found out that he was a natural albino and that the little chick on his head was his best friend. I told him about me too! I told him that I moved into this apartment with Denise, Mikey and Alisha when I was in eighth grade, that Denise is my age, 17, and that I secretly made cakes and ate them with Alisha late at night when we can't sleep. Gil and I fell asleep not long after that. Tonight, however, was different. As soon as we laid our heads on the pillows, we were out like a light. I had a fantastic dream about Gil, although I'd never tell him that!

~Sexy time-skip brought to you by France~

The next morning, I woke up on my own. I felt two arms around my waist, a chest close to my face and legs intertwined with my own. I opened my eyes to find Gil holding me. He was still sleeping when I looked up at his face. You would've expected me to scream right? Wrong. True, we had only met two days ago, but as I said, I'm comfortable around him. It didn't bother me that we weren't dating either. Somehow, laying in his arms, felt right. I closed my eyes again and snuggled into his chest, which was unsurprisingly muscular. I listened to the sound of his breathing and felt the rise and fall of his chest. It was really relaxing and made me feel peaceful. I turned my head to see the clock that read 2:45 am. I had time to kill, so I just lay in Gilbert's arms and listened to him breathe. He woke up about 30 minutes later, I could tell because I could hear him stir. I could feel his gaze on me, probably one of awkwardness, so I snuggled into him even more. I felt him tense up at first, but then relax and hold me tighter. I liked that, it made me feel tingly inside. I felt him move a strand of hair out of my face and twirl it around. I smiled a little at this. "Good morning, frau," he said quietly. We laid there for hours before I had the courage to look at him. He looked back at me and he smiled. "Hallo," he said. "Hello," I said back. We just smiled at each other until my door opened. Denise stood in the doorway with Mattheiu and looked at us with a smirk. "Morning guys," she said and she waved. I blushed but made no effort to move, neither did Gil. "Awesome morning," Gil said to Denise. "I can see that," she replied as she walked away with Mattheiu. He looked back at me then got out of bed. "I bet your pancakes are done," he said, holding his hand out for me. "Carry me," I said while holding my arms out. He chuckled and complied, picking me up bridal style and carried me downstairs. Alisha saw and howled while everyone else grinned at us or whistled. I just smiled as he put me down in a chair at the table. "Here's your pancakes bro," Mikey said. "Thanks Mikey," I said as I began to eat them. Gil and I looked at each other every so often, and made eye contact every time. This morning was perf, and I could tell nothing was going to ruin my mood, not even school.