A/N: I'm so so sorry for taking so long. I've been taking art classes and they have been taking up literally all of my time. I also have been in a kind of rut and have been stuck writing wise. Hopefully I will be able to get out of the rut soon and get back on track so wish me luck. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please don't kill me for being so slow.

Here you go chapter 11 enjoy, ^-^

Chapter XI

Matthew's POV

I wake up to find myself pleasantly warm, and extremely comfortable. I snuggle closer into the source of said warmth until I realize that I'm pressing myself into a warm, pale, and quite bare chest. I slowly look up and see a pair of deep crimson eyes looking down at me. I let out a squeak of surprise and try to pull away, only to be brought closer by strong, pale arms as Gilbert holds me close to his chest.

"Morning Birdie," he says softly and places a soft kiss on my forehead. I gasp as the memories of last night comeback to me. I remember Gil discovering my secret and confessing tome. I also remember telling Gil my whole story about my past and why I cut. I blush in embarrassment at my closeness to Gil, which makes him chuckle softly.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I ask.

"You looked so adorable and peaceful. I just couldn't ruin it by waking you up," he tells me.

I blush deeper at the compliment and manage to say thank you, though it is barely more than a whisper.

"Come on. You promised to make me pancakes, didn't you? Ludwig and Vatti should already be at work. Luddy has apart time job on the weekends," Gil tells me.

"Right! You've never had pancakes before! I'm going to make you some."

He chuckles and nods in agreement, and we detangle ourselves from the sheets.

I head over to the bags that hold the clothes we got yesterday at the mall and pull out the t-shirt. I pull it on and pullout the jeans. I look at Gil and see that he's got his back turned away from me while he pulls off his pajama pants to get changed. I quickly pull off the pajama pants that Gil lent me and tug on the jeans. I pull on my shoes and thread the belt through the loops on the pants. I feel strong arms wrap around me, take the belt from my hands, and finish putting it on for me.

Gil rests his head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek. I blush pink and giggle as his breath tickles my neck.

"Stop that, Gil! It tickles! Hahaha!" I laugh and try to wiggle out of his grip. He freezes for a moment and looks at me, shocked. I stop struggling and look at him over my shoulder confused.

"What's wrong?"

He holds me closer and buries his face in my hair saying softly, "You should laugh more often Birdie. Your laugh is so beautiful to hear."

I blush and reply, "O-okay I guess."

"I mean it, Birdie. You need to laugh and smile more. You're so beautiful when you smile."

I turn scarlet, lean back against Gil, and smile. We stay like that for a little while, just enjoying being in each other's presence. That is, until our stomach decide to growl loudly.

"KESESESE! Why don't we head downstairs? I'm looking forward to eating your pancakes Birdie," Gilbert says with a grin.

I giggle and nod in agreement. We then head down to the kitchen, and I start to search around for the ingredients to make pancakes.

I find everything I need fairly quickly and tie on an apron that I find that is far too big. I quickly roll up my sleeves and set to making the batter, Gil's watchful eyes staying trained on me the whole time, though I have a feeling he was staring at my butt. It's not long before the kitchen is filled with the familiar smell of pancakes and I have a large stack forming. Once I'm done, I quickly clean up and drench both piles in maple syrup that I always keep in my backpack just in case.

I set a plate in front of Gilbert with a triumphant smile and sit down to my own plate of fluffy, maple-soaked goodness. Gilbert takes one bite and freezes, his crimson orbs growing wide like saucers.

"Gil? Are you okay?" I ask, getting a little worried. Suddenly, I'm tackled by the teen albino and find myself on my back on the floor.

"Birdie these are the greatest things I've ever tasted! Promise to make these for me all the time!" Gilbert says enthusiastically.

I laugh and reply, "Whatever you say, Gill! Just get off, you're crushing me!"

He gets off and we finish our breakfast. We quickly clean up, because according to Gilbert, both Ludwig and his Grandfather are neat freaks.

"So, Birdie, what do you want to do today?" Gilbert asks me.

I think for a bit before suggesting, "Why don't we go to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me."

We head out to his car, bringing all my stuff along so I can head home later. We arrive at the movies and spend a minute trying to decide on which movie to watch. I want to watch something light, like the 3 Stooges or the Lorax, but Gil wants to see some scary looking movie titled The Raven. It's not that I don't want to see it, I'm just not the best with really gory movies, and I've heard from Alfred that this movie has a LOT of gore in it.

I eventually give in and we get tickets to see The Raven. We go get our snacks quickly and head into the theatre. We take a seat in the back row and talk quietly until the movie starts. It is based off of a bunch of Edger Allan Poe poems and has a lot of things jumping out at you. At one point, they're searching for this missing woman and they're calling her name, "Emily! Emily!"(Beta Note: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! XD A/N: explanation the author's name is actually Emily.)

That shakes me a bit. Just the way they're calling he name is so eerie. At one point, there's a scene based on the poem The Pit and the Pendulum. It has a guy with an axe and I have to close my eyes, because I don't want to see any blood. I don't want to risk ruining my date with Gil by getting the urge to cut.

Gil suddenly taps my shoulder and whispers, "Hey Birdie, this movie is lame. Let's ditch it, okay?"

I nod in agreement, secretly grateful for Gil's suggestion. We leave the theater and decide to take a walk in the park that's only a few blocks away.

The sky is grey and overcast, and the air around us is cold and smells of rain soon to come. I shiver at the sudden change in temperature from the inside of the theater. Gil shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders.

"Gil, I can't take your coat. You'll be cold," I say, trying to return the jacket.

He refuses it and tells me, "It's fine. You're colder than me I'll be fine. I can't let my little Birdie freeze."

I blush and snuggle close into the warm leather. I take a deep breath and take in the his scent from the coat. It smells of wurst and beer and a touch of cologne. This smell is one that's purely unique to Gilbert, and I love it.

"Hey, Birdie?"

"Yes?" I reply, focusing my attention back on Gilbert. He's chewing on his lip and rubbing the back of his neck. He seems to be really nervous. It's an odd thing to see someone who's usually so loud and boisterous like Gilbert act so nervous. I watch him carefully while I wait for him to speak.

"Um…well…you know that I love you, Birdie. I really do care about you and well, I never got to ask you properly last night so…I want to ask if you'd go out with me? Like would you like to be my boyfriend?"

I stand frozen for a moment in shock. Did Gil really just ask me out? This is too good to be true. I must be dreaming, yet I know that I'm awake, so it must be true.

Gil starts to fidget, and I realize I've been quiet for quite a while and that I still need to give him an answer. Of course I want to go out with Gil. Nothing in the world would make me happier. I open my mouth to respond but find myself unable to speak. Since I can't answer him with my words, I'll have to do the next best thing.

I launch myself at Gilbert and press my lips against his in a feverish manner. I move my lips to try and convey my answer to him. I place my hands on the back of his neck to press myself closer to him, my fingers tangling into his surprisingly soft silver hair. I feel Gil's arms wrap around my waist and pull our bodies closer.

When we break for air, we're both panting lightly. Gil presses our foreheads together and whispers between pants, "Is that supposed to be a yes?"

I let out a breathy laugh and, after finding my voice again, reply, "Of course."

Gilbert's POV

While Birdie and I are in the movie, I notice that all the blood seems to be bothering him. I realize that it was stupid to suggest seeing something with a lot of blood. It's probably reminding him of cutting. Gott, such an unawesome move, Gil. I once again give myself a mental Gib- slap.

I quickly suggest we leave and we decide to take a walk in the park. It's cold outside and I can tell that it's going to rain soon. I shrug off my jacket, which just so happens to be my favorite black leather one with the Prussian eagle on the back of it.

I give it to Birdie and mentally squeal (It was an awesome squeal) at how cute he looks in my jacket that's much to big for him. I realize after a minute that I never asked Birdie to be my boyfriend officially.

I ask him as I chew on my lip and rub the back of my neck. Damnit! How does Birdie manage to make the awesome me so nervous? It's so unawesome to be so ner-

My mental rant about how unawesome being nervous is gets cut short by a pair of sweet lips smashing into mine and lithe hands wrapping around my neck. My eyes widen in shock, but I respond by wrapping my arms around Birdie's waist and kissing back. After what feels like forever, yet is still much too soon, we break away for air.

"Is that supposed to be a yes?" I whisper with a grin.

"Of course," I hear Birdie reply softly.

I break into a wide grin and pick birdie up, spinning him in a circle, causing him to break out into laughter. I set him back on his feet and hold him close. I bury my face into his soft, feather-like hair.

"I swear, Birdie, I won't make you regret this. I will make sure that you are happy. I promise, I won't let you be sad anymore."

I feel Birdie's grip around me tighten, and I hear a soft, "Thank you," as it is mumbled into my chest.

Suddenly, I feel a drop of rain land on my head. Before we know it, rain is coming down around us in sheets. I sweep Birdie off of his feet and sprint the few blocks to my car, carrying him bridal-style. We climb into my car and just sit there for a second in silence.

Suddenly, Birdie lets out a small laugh, then another. Next thing I know Birdie and I are laughing our heads off hysterically. When we finally calm down, we sit in silence again for a bit.

"You want to head home, Birdie? Your dads are probably gonna be getting worried if I don't get you home soon," I suggest. "Also you need to get dry. You're soaked to the bone, and I don't want you to get sick."

"Okay, you can probably borrow some clothes from my brother or something."

I start the car and start off towards Birdie's home.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it was really fillerish. I really an truly sorry for not updating this. I hope that you guys aren't mad at me. I really have no excuse for taking so long. I just kind of have been busy with art classes and have just hit a rut. I'm getting gout of the rut now and I hope to get back on track again soon. So yeah I hope to get more chapters out to you soon. So please be patient with me. I'm so so sorry.

So here's a few words from my wonderful and fantastic Beta Sakura414:

I still don't really know what to write here... Great job as always, Wolf-chan! The Gil-cloning process is almost complete. :3

So until next time mein beautiful and amazing readers.

This is Wolf-chan signing off