Oh my god. I. Suck. Feel free to tell me. I am a horrible person. School has started, and let me tell you.
HOMEWORK. EVERY NIGHT.
I even have homework this weekend |D But I told myself, "Bitch! You've taken far too long! Get yo ass down, you're on the laptop enough, AND WRITE ANOTHER FRACKIN CHAPTER. YOUR PEOPLE NEED YOU."
So this is... A bit confusing. I was trying to figure out what to do. I have so many ideas |D But, it's from both Mattie and Gil's 3rd POV. Odd, but... Yeah.
I hope you like it. This one and the next two will be filler chapters pretty much. The next one will be the discussion with the police, and then Gil's discussion with the Rock Doves.
Can anybody tell me Rock Doves are more commonly known as? -raises eyebrows- I gives you cookie if you do~
ENJOY. PLEASE. AND FEEL FREE TO TELL ME HOW MUCH I SUCK.
Matthew returned home tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a thumb and a forefinger. His eyes were closed, his body ached, and Alfred was doing his damndest to give his younger twin a head ache. The older blonde was yelling in excitement, not realizing that their parents weren't home. Matthew recalled a text from his mother telling him that she and their dad were going for a fancy dinner, and the boys were on their own. Even after the long day Mattie went straight for the kitchen and began gathering ingredients for pancakes. Alfred had eaten all the ones their mother had made earlier, and Matt could eat the bread-discs for every meal. In no time at all, the breakfast was cooking. Alfred left the downstairs to take a shower and then return for food. Matthew hummed his acknowledgement.
"And now, for the Nickleback you've all been waiting for! Er'rybody, this! Is! Next Contestant!" The announcer on the radio called into the room. Alfred had turned it on before he went upstairs, and Matthew was far too lazy at the moment to turn it off, or turn the station.
"I judge by what she's wearing, just how many heads I'm tearing, Off of assholes coming on to her." The opening lyrics rang out strongly. Matthew knew this song. It was by a band from Canada, his beloved country, and he loved the strong songs they wrote. Of course he loved sad ones like Someday, but he preferred the stronger-sounding ones. He blared them over the speakers when he practiced for hockey alone, or felt like skating like a maniac. So instead of turning it down, Matthew trotted out to turn up the radio and return to his kitchen.
Gilbert sat in front of the house, pouting. Fritz looked at him with no regret. Ludwig sat in the back, Feliciano on his lap and cheering about something. Francis was squished in between Ludwig and Antonio, who had an angry (shocker) Lovino on his lap. Antonio was smiling happily as Lovino screamed at him in a whisper. Neither wanted to alert the boys inside of what was going on.
"Fritz, do I have to?" Gilbert whined. It was cold outside. Far too cold for his meager jacket. Although it was fairly warm during the day, when the night came it seemed that the ground gave up all warmth and relinquished it back to the sky. There would be no warmth for Gilbert unless the Jones-Williams boys decided to take pity on him. "Why couldn't Artie do it?"
"Because. Arthur is too busy speaking with the Magpies and the Ursuls to do this. And besides, you had nothing else going on this night. Right?" Fritz fixed his albino grandson with a stare. Gilbert replied with a grumble, a sinking deeper into his seat, and then facing a threat with a kick from the car he dove out the door. The car sped off, screeching tires and leaving a fresh, black-mark on the asphalt that Gilbert could clearly see despite pitiful light. With a sigh, he rubbed his head and picked himself up off the ground.
"Well, here goes nothing…" He sighed, and stretched. He couldn't reveal himself to Mattie, not yet… The scent coming from the house was delicious though.
Matthew heard the car speed off. He stared out the window, confused. There was nobody out there. Why had the car screeched off like that? In any case…
"MATTIE! BROSEF! THE FOODS DONE, YAH?" Alfred called down the stairs.
"Yeah Al. They're all done." Matthew called back, not quite as loud. He heard rapid stumbling down the stairs, and then a yelp. There was a brief silence, and then a loud crash. Worried, Matthew hurried out of the kitchen to ask what was going on. He saw Alfred sitting next to Matthew's favorite book stash from the library. The books were everywhere, pages open and bookmarks spread.
Matthew hadn't finished reading any of those yet.
With an angry smile and closed eyes, he heard Alfred chuckle nervously. Reaching to where he'd conveniently stashed Mr. Puck, Matthew opened his eyes. Alfred was trying to stand up quietly but quickly.
"Alfred… Mr. Puck wants to speak with you…" Matthew said in a sweet, innocent yet somehow demonic voice. Alfred's face paled, and he screamed and jumped out of the way as Matthew came at him.
"NO! NO NO OH GOD NO! PUT IT AWAY MATTIE! PLEASE NO! I'M SORRY! I SWEAR TO ALL THE GOD'S ABOVE, I AM SO SORRY! I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED! PUNISHED! NOT KILLED! WHAT'RE YOU GONNA SAY TO MOM AND DAD?! 'SORRY, I KILLED ALFRED BECAUSE HE TOPPLED MY STUPID, NERDY BOOK PILE'?! AHH!"
"ALFRED! GET YOUR STUPID ASS BACK HERE! I AM GOING TO BEAT IT INTO NEXT WEEK! AND THEN THE WEEK AFTER, YOU STUPID HOSER! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MY BOOKS?!"
"I-I-I WAS KI-KIDDING! NO! MATTIE, KEEP AWAY! MOM'S LAMP IS-"
"-AND I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO-"
"-BUT MOM AND DAD SAID THAT-"
"-WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION-"
"-DON'T SWING LIKE THA-AAAHHHHH!"
"-AND QUITE RUNNING AWAY YOU STUPID COWARD! WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT BEING A HERO?!"
"I AM A HERO! BUT HEROS KNOW WHEN THEY'RE BEAT! AND WHEN THEY'RE ABOUT TO DIE AN UNFAIR, UNREASONABLE DEATH FROM THEIR YOUNGER, ANGER-ISSUE BROTHERS!"
Gilbert listened to this conversation with a chuckle. He could hear Matthew's voice, and it made him laugh at how vocal the kid suddenly was. A peculiar cheep to his right made him turn. There, in front of his face hovering, was his dear Gilbird.
"Hey buddy. What're you doin' out here? Aren't you supposed to be home with that bear?" He asked quietly. Gilbird peeped in reply and flew over to settle onto Gilbert's hair. "Right. Got it. You gotta help with this, bud. The Rock Doves can be quite nasty, thanks to how the humans treat them. It'll be nice to have you to speak with them as well. They do seem to like Canaries. Probably 'cause they're so dull and you guys are so pretty."
Matthew woke up with no recollection of the night before. He was wearing only his boxers, and the first thing he saw was Alfred's foot in front of his face. With a growl and a smirk, he grabbed the ankle quickly. Then, without warning as he felt Alfred begin to shift, he locked the ankle in one hand and began tickling the foot in the other. Alfred gasped and began to flail. With a sneaky smirk, Matthew had him moving over so that when he tried to once again kick at Matthew, he fell off the bed with a loud thunk!
Matthew doubled over laughing, tears coming from his eyes. Alfred lay on the floor for a few moments, and then sat up and glared at his brother as he rubbed his head.
"Not cool, Mattie." Alfred snarled.
"Not cool, Allie, but totally funny."
"Ugh. Now you sound like Feliks. What did I tell you about hanging out with him?"
Matthew stood up on his bed and struck a pose like a fashion model. He put one hand in his hair and the other on his boxer-clad hip, tossing his head with a disdainful frown.
"He told me that I look, and I quote, "Totally fabulous! Your body is just so right for a man dress! How did I, like, totally not see it before? Dude, we are gonna so make you a beauty queen! I think you'd look good in red and black. You can't have pink, it's like, totally my color. But, like, white and red and black. Oh yeah, I can see it now baby. You are so gonna totally rule the school!' And then he proceeded to dress me up like a male Barbie, only in a dress." Matthew looked down to give Alfred a snotty look, barely containing his laughter. Alfred was already laughing, trying to watch his brother. "And you know what, Allie?"
"No, Mattie, what?" Alfred chuckled. In reply, Matthew grinned and struck another pose. He stuck out his hip, put one hand on, put the other down, and bent his body. He turned his head up, making his hair fall back.
"I looked damn sexy as a woman! Even sexier than you could!" He said proudly. Alfred cracked up. Given as his brother was wearing nothing but boxers, and talking about their cross-dressing friend putting him into a dress, it was all quite amusing.
"I bet I'd look better in a dress if I was there!" Alfred challenged. Matthew perked up with a smile.
"I doubt it. I'm too sexy for my dress."
"Too sexy for my dress."
"Too sexy for me dress,
""FELIKS IS GOING TO LEAVE MEEE!"" The screamed in unison, beginning to cackle again. Matthew flopped onto his bed. Alfred rolled on the floor.
"Jesus Christ in Heaven, Alfred. What the hell did we have to drink last night?" Matthew giggled, rolling over to the edge of the bed.
"Honestly? I think we had some hot chocolate… And put some of Mom's Crown Royal into it, maybe. But I could be wrong."
"At least it was the good stuff."
"Bull shit. Budweiser is better."
"Only 'cause they have Clydesdales. Therefore, not a viable reason for them to be better."
"Screw you."
"If you weren't my twin, maybe. Incest may be best, but not to me."
"Screw off."
"Hey. You're in my room. What do you think I use it for?"
"…EWWWW!"
Alfred ran out of the room screaming. Matthew just watched him run with a smirk on his face. He didn't need to go to the barn today. Fritz had told all the leasers that they had a day off. He had office work to do, as well as taking care of the polar beast that the police had decided to let stay. Matthew was forever grateful to Fritz for somehow managing to convince the police to let him keep the bear. He'd hugged the polar bear tightly, practically purring at how soft it still was. Fritz had even decided to let him name it.
Yesterday had, in spite of the morning's events, been a damn good day.
Hmm... Yes... Matthew and Alfred are good brothers... FYI... That is pretty much how I joke around with my own friends at the barn. It's funny, 'cause of our age difference.
22 (barn owner, Lord Master Jedi) 16 (me, Reese's Pieces) 15 (Mtn Dew) adn 13 (Smurf)
And let me tell you. No. Topic. Is. Sacred.
I have a feeling that Matt and Al are like that. Bros, ya know?
