Hellooooo my readers! Sorry that it took so long for an update- I had summer projects to take care of and I told myself that I wouldn't write another chapter until at least one was taken care of. I wrote this on a ferry en route to a magical island (now that I'm here, I can upload it by stealing the neighbors' wi-fi), yippee! Going to see a friend I scarcely get to meet up with, and there were these two ladies hogging booths (they each took one for themselves even though they were travelling together and actively talking with each other) I was engaged in a glare war with. YOU DON'T MESS WITH MADDIE, BITCHES. Without further ado; Waterwings!

"Thinking about what?" Gilbert asked, prodding Matt's cheek.

What was he supposed to say? He didn't know how to handle these things! He tried to think of the advice given to him.

Arthur: Follow Felicia's advice.

Felicia: Kiss Gil, or at least get him to kiss him.

Antonio: Kiss Gil, or at least get him to kiss him.

How was he supposed to work with that?

"Uhh… Matt, thinking about what?" Gil asked again, waving a hand in front of his face. "Seriously, you can tell me whatever. I won't jump you or anything." As much as I want to. "Maaaaatt."

"I'm- I'm here," Matt assured, pushing the hand from his face, and looking down at his shoes. Huh. He and Gil were both wearing converse… he caught sight of something gesturing wildly from the window. Felicia and Antonio were repeatedly wrapping their arms around each other in demonstration. Matt kicked a tennis ball so that it hit the screen on the window with a loud springing noise.

"What was that?" Gilbert whipped around. Felicia and Antonio fled from the scene quickly, nearly tripping over each other.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing!" Matt assured too quickly, a nervous laugh only making the albino raise an eyebrow.

"Mattie, you're acting like a flighty schoolgirl. You all right?" Gilbert's concern only made Matt feel worse. His pending confession boiled in the pit of his stomach.

Matt took a deep breath. "Gilbert, ," he blurted.

Gilbert tilted his head. "What about tits?" He asked, confused.

Matt frowned. "Um. I just. Sort of. Likedthatkiss." He closed his eyes tight as if bracing himself for a strike.

"I'm not going to hit you…" he assured. "I mean, unless you want me to. You're not one of those kinky masochists, are you?"

Matt only felt sick. He didn't get a confession back. He doesn't like me… I was stupid to think he really did! It was just an impulsive-

His thoughts were cut short by a sudden force closing in on his lips for the second time that day. This time they were accompanied by an albino's pair of arms snaking around his waist, which he responded to by wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck, toying with the locks of hair that fell near his hands. They pressed close together until they could feel the faint thrum of the other's heart against themselves. It was wonderful, until Gilbert played with the waistline of Matt's pants, tucking his thumbs inside the fabric. Matt jumped back quickly.

Gilbert gave him a disappointed look. "I thought you said…"

"That doesn't mean I want you to do anything too soon!" Matt's face was tinted red. "I'm not a toy!" he objected.

"Matt, you need to calm down." Gilbert reached out to touch his shoulder, but the blonde only backed up to the wall, looking like some cornered, wounded animal. Gil took a step away, holding his hands up in defense. "Look, I'm sorry I keep scaring you. I'm not trying to. I'm just trying to do what you want me to. Am I going to have to wait another week until you 'realize' that you actually liked this or something?" He looked flustered, searching for sense.

Matt stared at a nail in the floor.

"God, you're so sensitive, just like Felicia. The two of you go have a pity party, and I'll just do something with my friends." He said bitterly, turning on his heels and breezing out the door.

Matt sat down, pulled his knees to his chest, and tried to drown out the voices outside.

"Oh! Hola, Gilbert!"

"Ciao, Gilbert!"

"Antonio? Felicia? What the hell are you doing creeping outside my cabin?"

"We were just taking a walk in your neck of the woods…"

"Thought we'd say hello…"

"For Christ's sake… you two are so weird."

It wasn't long after that he heard faint footsteps on the porch. Matt stayed perfectly still, squeezed into his little corner. He'd blend in with the scenery- nobody would even notice him. These hopes were soon dashed.

"Matt!" Felicia addressed. She wandered around the cabin, until she caught sight of what she was looking for. She kneeled down in front of him, making a 'W' form with her legs. She stared at him until he was forced to look up.

"What is it?" he asked weakly.

"You're not doing anything right," she informed.

"Just what I wanted to hear…" Matt mumbled.

"Gilbert just kissed you. Isn't that what you wanted? He wouldn't do that if he didn't like you," Felicia pointed out.

"He tried to get in my pants."

"So?"

"So I don't want to do that!"

Felicia gave him a very confused look, as if to ask why he'd ever want to live that way.

"I mean… not yet. But he's mad at me anyway," Matt reminded.

Felicia gave a dismissive swishing motion. "Pah, he'll get over it. He's talking to Francis and Antonio right now, and I bet they'll tell him to go back and sex you up again!" Matt looked too hopeful for a moment, and Felicia caught it. "Aha! No more denying, no more crying when he does things with you," she gave him a pointed look, far more serious than her usual airy demeanor. "You are a full-grown man, Mattie! A real man would look Gilbert in the eyes and say, 'I want to fuck you'."

"But-" Matt's protests were cut short as Felicia pinched his lips together.

"Shhh. You can tell me all about it later," she bounced back up and pranced out of the cabin, haircurl bobbing as she went.

For lack of anything better to do, Matt waited. He was terribly nervous, but he knew that he couldn't run off again and just embarrass himself. When Gilbert finally returned, smelling as if he'd bathed in Axe, Matt simply glanced up at him, meeting the red eyes for a moment. Felicia was right- he wasn't mad anymore (Wait, Felicia was right? How did this happen?). The albino stared back, and they knew exactly what was on the other's mind, but they didn't want to speak first.

Finally, Gilbert found words. "Sorry for scaring you." He spoke them quickly.

"Sorry for freaking out," Matt responded immediately.

"Can we go back to what we were doing before?" Gilbert asked.

"Absolutely." With that, Matt was scooped up and pinned to the bed (A/N Julie this is your cue to stop reading). Gilbert sealed Matt's mouth with his, and his overwhelming smell made the blonde almost dizzy. He hooked his arms around Gilbert's neck, clinging to the back of his shirt. He gripped harder when his new lover ran his fingers through his hair, brushing over that curl- the one that was designated off-limits in the first few days of camp. Matt felt Gilbert's lips pull into a smirk over his as he continued to touch it, bend it, pull it, which earned short gasps and little moans from the Canadian. He was positively disabled- as long as the nimble fingers were touching that one strand of hair, he practically belonged to the other counselor. He easily complied with having his shirt taken off, which Gilbert followed suit with himself, circles being traced around his chest, and ultimately having his nipples toyed with as if they were joysticks or something of the sort. It didn't surprise him that when they finally pulled apart, they were both panting.

"We should do this more often," Gilbert breathed.

Yay! 10 chapters in! Review if you want more, because it's not even CLOSE to being over! There will be rumors, unexpected visits, and a shit ton of PETER because I love that kid.

R is for radical

E is for excellent

V is for valuable

I is for interesting

E is for entertaining

W is for wonderful

THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE REVIEWS.