Hey guys. No funny Author's Note for today. It's kinda sad- today I found out that a kid who used to go to my school tried to commit suicide, but didn't cut deep enough. People HATED him, but I want to get to know him. Sadly, he transferred schools last year. So this story's for him. And yes, I made Ivan a bully, that will be a backstory in one of the three companion fics I'm planning.

-Stitched


I stepped into the Matthew's shower, in the bathroom connecting to his room. I could hear him rummaging through his drawers. He had been worried about me, so I lied to him. He would hate me if I told him the truth.

I hissed slightly as the warm water touched the open wound on my arm. I had cut deeper then I had thought.

Blood started to flow again as I scrubbed my arm, and it mixed with the water to create a pinkish liquid on the tile floor. The sight of it made me want to gag. I was a freak who enjoyed mauling himself. It was nasty, but I couldn't help it.

Matthew was pure- his chest was pale like fresh snow. His skin was smooth, unlike mine, which was covered in angry red scars that seem like they would never fade. I had a reason to be ashamed, and if Matt found out, it would be the end of our delicate friendship. I would never be able to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, if I could even manage to refrain from scaring him off. He would never scream my name at the top of his lungs when he-

Wait, what? I realized what I had started thinking about and glanced downward. Thank god I hadn't gotten that far in my fantasies. But really, I had just met him today, and I was already thinking dirty about him? I should be the male stripper, not his father. It would make more sense, considering my actions.

I finally realized that the water raining down on my back had gotten cold. I quickly finished washing myself and grabbed a towel. I frantically started searching for bandages in his medicine cabinet; my old ones had taken residence in his garbage can. I ended up using almost an entire box of band aids, which were going to hurt when I tried to take them off later, but I could handle pain easily.

I quickly dressed in the black clothing he had left me, and surprisingly, it fit. He was only about an inch or two shorter then me, but because of his effeminate figure, he looked shorter. I opened the door, without bothering to knock. Matt stood there, just about to put on some underwear.

I stood there for who knows how long, until I heard him cough. I bolted out of his room, down the stairs, and finally plopped down on the living room couch.

"Alfred Fucking Jones, you are disgusting, you thought he actually looked cute! Why did you think that? You are a pervert!" I mentally screamed at myself.

A few minutes later, Mattie came downstairs and led me back to his room. He did my hair and even put a little make up on me. I have to admit I looked really cool. He took a picture of me with a camera that develops film automatically, and prints it too.

When it was time to go, he gave me a photo, and I promised to talk to him tomorrow. As I walked home I couldn't get the image of the naked Canadian out of my head.

/EXTRA- Lesbian, it's a Teacher's Thing/

I walked into Ms Braginskya's classroom forty five minutes early. My teacher sat at her computer, smiling like an idiot. She looked up at me still smiling.

"What's wrong Alfred? Would you like to talk about something?"

I nodded, knowing my secret was safe with her. I was such a teachers pet.

"Ms Braginskya, it's about Matthew." Her smile faltered slightly. "It's nothing bad, it's just... Well I have a bit of a crush on him. I'm gay. I just needed to tell somebody, so I could get it off my chest. I hope it doesn't bother you."

She blinked. "Alfred, why would it bother me? Come here, I want to show you something."

I walked to stand behind her, and she clicked a slide show application on her computer. There were a couple of photos of random objects, but then there was another photo that came up.

It was a photo of my teacher with another woman. The woman had long, white blonde hair, pulled back with a navy blue headband that matched her eyes. She had a modest build, and was dressed casually. The most striking thing about her though, was the fact that my teacher had her arm around her, and was kissing her.

Said teacher looked up at me and watched my astonishment.

"That's my girlfriend, Natalya. Well, I should say wife, we are getting married in two months!"

I snapped out of my thoughts. "Wow! Congrats! I would totally think it would be cool to meet her, and thank you for showing me, it's a great thing to know this, I'll try to get to know Mattie better!"

I was happy that I wasn't alone in this, that I had someone to confide in. She just sat there, smiling a knowing smile.


Phew, that was longer then expected. The extra was actually a later chapter, but it made more sense here. So as we know: Companion fic one: Belakraine ( inspired by my swim team goofing around with lesbian jokes), Companion fic two: Sort of RuPru and really angsty ( why Ivan and Gilbert are jerks/dickwads), Companion fic three: ? ( first one to get it right gets a oneshot, any pairing, any topic, any rating. )