Gilbert's fist harshly connected with a metal sign, denting it considerably, causing bloody knuckles. Girls and guys stared at the sudden outburst from the albino, some wondering if they should call the police. But none had the chance as he stuffed his now limp hand into his jacket pocket, and kept walking. What the fuck was he doing, out on a date with... him... "Gottverdammt!" He hissed, clenching his hands even tighter so blood seeped through the space between his fingers.

Huffing harshly, he ran his not bloody hand through his hair, sighing as he found himself outside a movie theater. His motorcycle was a few blocks back. He shifted himself to face the theater, watching as the lights flickered around the new movie that was playing tonight : A little magic.

Magic.. Magic isn't real.. He frowned, running his hand down his own forearm, until it was at his side. He could just imagine what he could be doing if it wasn't for him... How he wouldn't be needing to finding something to distract himself if he hadn't been seen tonight.

...Why was Arthur on a date?

Pushing his way into the movie theater, sighing, he ignored the now clotting blood that dirtied his pocket, going up to the cashier, pulling out his money without even looking up. "I want a ticket for A little magic." He stated, fingering through his wallet for $10.00.

"Bastardo.. Not even saying hello.." The Italian grumbled, eyeing the albino angrily. Gilbert blinked looking up to see Lovino Vargas standing there, arms crossed, staring at him expectantly, like he was obliged to speak to him. "Oh. Hey, Antonios boytoy." He said.

Lovino scowled, going red. "Stronzo! I am not that idiota's toy!" He growled, getting a ticket for the movie the other had asked for.

"Yeah, whatever.." Gilbert sighed, handing over the $10.00.

"...What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, handing him the ticket in collateral. Though Lovino didn't particularly want to know, the other was off. He wasn't as loud and obnoxious, and most of all, he was by himself. It was rare to see him without a guy or girl hanging off his arm, or the stupid spanish culo and the french pervertito.

"...Nothin'. You wouldn't care anyway." He turned, waving the other off with his hand.

This only made the Italian gape, staring after him. Taking in a deep breath, he grit his teeth. "Hey! Idiot! Don't just walk away!"

Gilbert turned back, sighing. "Listen, I don't reall-"

"Stai zitto! I get off in 10 minutes, we'll talk then!" He confirmed, before turning to his next customer.

Gilbert frowned, as the Italian left no room for question, sitting at a round table in the small food court they had, waiting patiently. And after the 10 minutes were up, sure enough, out walked Lovino, taking a seat across from the white haired male.

"Lovi, I-"

"What's wrong?" He questioned before the other could finish, leaning back in his chair, glancing over Gilbert's facial expression to tell if he was lying or not.

"I said nothing.." He muttered, taking a sip of the water he'd bought when waiting for the chocolate haired male.

"Stronzate, now be honest." He stated, still giving him an look that never eased up.

"...I just saw someone I know... Out..." He began, twiddling his thumbs, somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Lovino listened intently to the other nevertheless, as Gilbert went on. "He was with another dude- And we were out yesterday night!" The German remarked to himself in stress, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you two dating?" Lovi asked, tilting his head.

"Nicht.." Gilbert replied.

"Then, you like him?"

"Nicht!" He said, almost defensively.

The Italian looked over him skeptically, before mumbling. "Yeah, sure.. Then, if you two aren't dating, and you don't like him, you don't really have a right to be upset over what he does in his spare time with other men.."

"I know that! But I just saw them- And I said.. Some shit I wasn't supposed to.." He admitted, thinking over just what'd he'd done. Well... At least he'd somewhat ruined that dudes chances with bunny, right?

"What'd you say?" The Italian questioned, already knowing the other had surely gotten out of line.

"Well..More or less.. I guess.. I pissed off his friend, or whatever."

Lovi sighed, rolling his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock.. I meant, what'd you say to him specifically?"

"Specifically?... That.. He should wear things that were given to him properly." He simply said, crossing his arms. "He was hiding the necklace I had gotten him."

"Did he ask for the necklace?"

"No, bu-"

"Then you have no right to tell him what he can and can't wear!" Lovi huffed, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, idiota. He isn't your boyfriend. you can't tell him what he can, and can't wear, or can and can't do. That isn't your business.." He frowned, leaning on his hand to stare at the albino. "He might end up not even wanting you as a friend if you keep being jealous over everything."

Gilbert snorted, smirking. "Jealous!? The awesome me, jealous!?" He started laughing, shaking his head. "No way!"

Lovino rolled his eyes, standing up, since his break drew to a close. "Whatever..." He turned, starting to walk away, muttering something as he went. "You should really be honest with yourself, stupid... Caio." And then, he was gone, working once more, leaving Gilbert alone to think.

The smirk faded as he watched the other leave, voice dying down as well, until he was alone, people passing by. Jeez... Was it that wrong? Sighing, he stood, walking over to the movie theater 12, entering and taking a seat. Everything was silent, and he probably still had time to go get some popcorn or something, but he didn't feel like getting up. He was already comfortable.

So, the albino waited, listening to the whispers around him, and watching the big screen until everything went completely black, and the movie started.

It was only an hour and a half long movie. A short tale about how a villain, growing up named Xilo lost his parents in an explosion. He suffered from radiation, but didn't die. He was slowly taken over by the radiation, turning into something evil... There was more, but Gilbert didn't pay much attention, seeing how he fell asleep 15 minutes in. He woke up, just enough to hear the last lines though, the villain looking at the girl he'd fallen in love with who was a fairy of both lights, now with her crush, kissing, turning away.

"As long as you're happy..."

And that was it. Everyone else stood, mumbling their critics, as the albino just repeated the words in his head.

As long... As he's happy...

Gilbert made his way back to his motorcycle, thoughts lost in the back of his mind, wrestling with different theories and ideas on what he was feeling and going through.

He couldn't really be jealous.. Right? No. Arthur- Pff, he was a nerd for crying out loud! A nerd! The albino smirked, turning his thoughts to one of his many stands from last week. Hot blonde- Huge tits... Well... Maybe... Short blonde hair, scruffy.. With glasses, that looked adorable when falling off his nose.. And... Bright green, gorgeous eyes-.. Damn it! He growled to himself, speeding up.

No, no, no! We wasn't jealous! Not at all!.. But... this feeling...

As long as you're happy.

Good thing he was at a red light, because if not, he would have stopped short and gone over the handlebars. Eyes wide, he thought long and hard, blocking the beeping cars who cussed and flipped him off as he did so. Even if he was 'jealous'... He couldn't do that to Arthur... He couldn't take away his happiness if that's who he wanted to be with...

Red hues went to a daze, as he finally realized... He couldn't hurt him like that.

Now, he moved, at a very slow pace, taking a side route so he could drive and think at the same time.

His mind wandered to thoughts of Arthur. Arthur. All about Arthur.

But his mind probably should've been on the road.
He probably should've realized he was jealous sooner.
He probably should have known how he felt in the first place.

-!CRASH!-