Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hey guys! I'm back. I feel like shit, but I felt obligated to write. I could tell you about my camp, but that seems like so much work, and I'm feeling really lazy. But I guess I'll just pop some asprin and get to writing.
Note: I was at an Old School Anime Club special yesterday at my local library, I dressed as Misty from pokemon because that was what I was able to pull together, and I was thinking about how some places don't have anime clubs at their library. It really is quite tragic. Still I also thought it would be cool to hear from those of you who do, and maybe inspire those who don't to get up and start one. Thank you.
Gilbert's lovely morning speech pattern is based on how my good friend Maddy speaks when you wake her up. She hates mornings.
I get to write from Matthew's POV!
PS- like the title?
Dear Diary,
Yesterday was not exactly how I imagined it. I guess the experience was admittedly pretty cool, being whisked off to some expensive camp and then being recruited to join my cabin mates band, it seems like a dream. But then when you remember the journey it took to get here, not to mention the fact that said cabin mates are complete asses, especially one in particular whom shall remain nameless for the time being, you realize that this would be more of a nightmare than a dream. Or, more likely, it would be my life. Boy, wouldn't Alfred laugh so hard right now. I hate to say it, but I kind of miss him. It sounds crazy, but we're always together. But enough on that subject. The rest of Vivaldi house- that's the cabin I'm in, is still asleep. It makes sense that the first one to fall asleep would be the first one up. I don't even know what time the others went to sleep, I'm just thankful I don't have lipstick or sharpie all over my face like I half-expected. I guess that's sort of decent of them. Ah- the alarm clock is going off now. I guess I should get ready to deal with the new day.
Your's Truly,
Matthew Williams
"Fuck. I fucking hate the fucking morning." The unmistakable voice of one Gilbert Beilschmidt rang through the cabin.
"Agreed. Merde, how terrible it is to wake up without someone in my bed with me." It didn't take a genius to guess that was known pervert Francis Bonnefoy.
"Oh wow! What a beautiful morning! I can't wait to start the day, and get to see Lovi~ He's so cute, I bet he has the most adorable bed head!" Figures that Antonio Fernandez Carriedo morning person. He's always so annoyingly happy. And then you have me. Matthew Williams. Your common high school boy. I jump out of bed, as hard as it is, this bed is so comfortable! Is it possible to be in love with a mattress?
"Ah, well the first day of camp always is difficult to get into the schedule. Still, so many new faces, I think I'll have a hard time choosing which one I'll pursue first." Francis stepped over to the sink and began washing his face with some French cleansing product. I guess I'm the only one here who finds that slightly strange, since none of the others said anything. They instead began started their daily rituals. Antonio laid out his clothes while Gilbert threw off his and pulled randomly from a drawer. Amazingly, his outfit turned out okay, like it was totally planned out. I too began my morning routine. I think I'll grab a coffee this morning, I'll need it.
Instead of waiting in line for another extravagant meal, hopefully one that wouldn't almost kill me, I decided to take the safe route and get some cereal. It's pretty amazing that this expensive camp would have cereal in the breakfast line, though no one would touch it. Still, I was safely able to get to my Lucky Charms without any distractions. As I walked to find a table, I saw Gilbert. Luckily, he didn't see me, so I was able to escape to risking another meal with him. God, why do I feel like I'm being such a jerk. I don't know... it's just, whenever I'm by him, my heart just starts thumping really loudly, and I feel like everyone is watching me. It's really weird, and I'm not sure I like it.
"Why are you so lazy aru!" Something caught my eye. It was a table that seemed to be getting no attention at all. There was a brunette with two strange curl things protruding from his head asleep at the table, an Asian boy with his dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail yelling at him. There was also another Asian boy, this one with short black hair trying to calm the first one. Next to him was a blonde man in a green sweater vest with the biggest fucking eyebrows I have ever seen. Finally, sitting in the corner was huge blonde man with violet eyes, just watching. I approach them cautiously, this being my only chance.
"Yao-san! Please stop criticizing everything anyone does wrong!" The short haired Asian man scolded.
"Aiya! Kiku, you must tell your friend to wake up aru!" Ponytail boy- apparently Yao- requested firmly. The other, Yao had called him Kiku, looked like he was going to be sick.
"I don't think it's much use. Heracles-san thoroughly enjoys his sleep, I think we should let him."
"Oh, you guys are ruining my lovely morning tea with your bloody bickering." The eyebrows guy spoke with a distinct English accent. I decide to walk over and introduce myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen. If I act all confident, maybe they'll like me more and I'll have some awesome friends!
"Hi!" As soon as they turn their gaze to me, I feel all confidence I have drain from my body. "Um, I mean hello. I, um, am Matthew Williams and... may I sit with you guys." By the end, my voice had turned into a mere squeak, but it was enough to get the message across.
"Of course you can." Kiku stared at me in shock.
"Wow, no one ever asks to sit with us." The oversized man in the corner commented. The others at the table agreed. I sat down next to the eyebrow kid, feeling like I'd finally found my place. "My name is Ivan Braginski from the Athletics department. Would you like to become one with Mother Russia."
I just stared at him for a second, not quite sure how I was to respond to that. "Um, I think I'll pass for now."
"You'll come around, they always do." He turned back to his waffles.
"Welcome, Matthew-san. I am Kiku Honda of the Science department." Oh wow, I don't think I've ever been called 'san' before. Then again, I don't know a lot of Japanese people. In fact, I only know that's Japanese from a stupid kid's show I used to watch. "The sleeping one over there is Heracles Karpusi from the Athletics department. He would introduce himself, but he just got over here from Greece and is a little jet-lagged."
"Oh sure, introduce him, but not me aru." Yao complained. "I am Yao Wang of the Science department aru." I feel the urge to ask him why he keeps saying aru, but I keep my mouth shut all the same.
"And finally, I'm Arthur Kirkland, Music Department." The British man introduced. He them turned back to his tea. I began eating my Lucky Charms when my pocket began vibrating. I picked the phone only to wish I'd let it ring.
"OH MY GOSH! MATTIE! YOU PICKED UP!" Alfred began to blast my ear off through the phone. Everyone at the table turned to me, Alfred's voice loud enough that they could hear it even across the table. Arthur looked particularly disturbed. "HOW'S CAMP! GUESS WHAT! I JUST BEAT THE LATEST LEVEL IN-"
Arthur grabbed my phone and pressed it to his ear. "Hello, this Matthew's new friend Arthur. Now, I don't know what time zone you're in, but here it is the morning, so I would like to finish my tea in without any outbursts of spastic Americans. In other words, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BLOODY GIT!" I just stared as he slammed my phone shut. "And that is how it's done."
As soon as breakfast ended I began to go toward the exit and start towards my first class, group voice lessons, when I saw Gilbert. Tch, I bet he didn't even notice that I wasn't eating breakfast with him. Gah! Why do I feel so strange right now. Oh crap! I think he saw me.
"Hey Matt!" As he waved at me, I feel my heart start to increase in speed and my cheeks heat up. This is so strange! But before he can reach me, the blonde singer from that Wish! band steps in front of him and flips her hair in a way that I suppose is supposed to be suggestive.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." She commented, looking him over. "Yes, I think you'll work." Gilbert stared at her strangely, but just shrugged it off and began walking towards me again. Fortunately, or is it unfortunately, I still can't decide, she sticks her arm out to stop him. "Listen. You're this camps primo guy, and it's obvious I'm the number one girl around here, so we're gonna have to start dating."
My mouth dropped as I eavesdropped. I know it's wrong, but so is demanding someone be your boyfriend out of the blue! More importantly, why do I care! "Here's the rules. Number one, I am always adorable, and you will have to comment on that constantly. Number two, always hold my right hand. Interlocking fingers only, but make sure your palms aren't sweaty first. Number three, keeping me waiting is absolutely out of the question so don't do it ever." What's going on! I'm so confused. Gilbert opens his mouth to reply, but he shocks all of us with it.
"Kususu, why the hell would I do that! Listen, you're pretty hot and all, but I have no idea who you are! And no one order the awesome me around like that." I couldn't believe it. And that girl, Anna Sophia she'd introduced herself last night as, obviously couldn't either. But after a couple moments of Gilbert's laughter, she pulled herself together.
"Well, I guess I wouldn't want to date you either. You're much to self-centered for me." Wow, talk about the pot calling the kettle black. But Gilbert just ignored her, his focus returning to me, and he completely blew past her!
"Matt, why didn't you eat breakfast with us. Were you intimidated by my awesomeness." He began walking with me to lessons. Over my shoulder, I caught the sight of Anna Sophia biting her thumb. I think I just made an enemy. Crap.
Haha, that was a fun chapter. I would have written more, but I'm just really tired. As if 15 hours last night wasn't enough... Oh well, I hope you guys liked what you got, because I'm honestly not in the mood to sugar-coat anything at the moment. I'm just so fucking tired. Oh well, I think I have something important to say, but I forgot it. So it'll have to wait until the next chapter. Oh well.
BTW, I am doing a special one-shot thing for every 100th reviewer thing, though that isn't really relevant to the current review count, still keep that in mind.
With Love,
I am a Purple Crayon
