IMPORTANT NOTE! READ THIS!

This is an ADD-ON to chapter 24! Which means this isn't a chapter! Which means in a couple of days, I will be editing this into the 24th chapter and chapter 25 will be something else!

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"We're not calling Francis." Gilbert snapped.

She pouted, "Why not? Afraid to admit you need help?"

Gilbert snorted. "No! I don't need anyone's help!"

"Two minutes ago you asked me for help."

"I did not."

"Yes you did."

"No. I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

The back and forth bickering reminded Gilbert of times of when he and Matthew would pointlessly argue just for the fun of it, causing him to shove his hands in his pockets and sink down lower in the couch, feeling more irritated as he glared ahead at the wall.

"Gilbert, seriously. It's like the little sad gnomes came and invaded your body."

"Well, that's just fucking great."

"Here, how about this." And Elizaveta quickly leaned across Gilbert, yanking the cell phone from his grasp. Before he could even protest, she was already dialing Francis' number and turning it on speaker. "I'll do all the talking, since you're such a big crybaby."

Gilbert scoffed, "I'm not being a fucking crybaby."

"Gilbert, seriously." Elizaveta snapped the phone shut in exasperation, "Then why are you acting like a PMS-ing bitch? The only other time you were like this was when you found out I was dating—"

"Don't mention their name. Seriously, I'm not in the mood." Gilbert growled as he kicked the rocking chair next to him and watched it move back and forth moodily.

"Okay then Gilbert, whatever. I visited you to have some fun, but if you're just going to wallow in your self pity instead, then go ahead. You always have been so immature."

Gilbert's left eye twitched slightly. "I'm not immature—"

"Then instead of just sitting around expecting him to answer the phone, why don't you be a man and do something?"

Gilbert looked at Elizaveta thoroughly offended. She continued, her tone slightly softer,

"Why don't you be impulsive like you always were in other relationships? All you're doing is sitting around and expecting something to happen. And I'm pretty sure that in three months you're going to wish you weren't."

Gilbert's eyes widened and Elizaveta looked back down at her guitar and begin playing the acoustic version of Duvet by Boa, quietly humming along.

Like a rubber band snapping, Gilbert stood up and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

…only to return a few seconds later as he walked in, grabbing Elizaveta's cell phone, and then walking back out the door.

"I fucking need this." He grumbled and slammed the door again.

Elizaveta couldn't fight back the winning grin on her face. One reason was because she finally managed after several days of pestering to get Gilbert out the door, and the other was now she was undeniably alone in his house.

"Kitchen raaaaiiiddd~!" She sang to herself and skipped into the kitchen, intent on eating some of the home made brownies she had spotted Gilbert's mom making earlier.