"So, what other songs can you play?" Mathieu says wanting to change the subject.
"Try me. Name a song and let's see if I can play it" Gilbert challenges.
"First, is it only old punk or new punk that you know?" The Canadian needed to know so he could pick songs properly.
"Both." Gilbert responds waiting for a song choice from the other.
"Ok. How about Monsters by All time low?" Mathieu picks, he also knew this song word from word so this would be interesting.
Gilbert smirks and begins to play.
Mathieu in returns starts to sing the song at the right time. "Why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Another day, 'nother headache in this hangover hotel. Gettin' used to the rhythm, yeah, I know this beat too well. Tunnel vision's got me feeling like you're the only one I see. But I know what's missing when I'm swimmin'. In my lonely luxury. I'm wondering why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Why am I a sucker for all your lies? Strung out like laundry on every line. Why do I come back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?"
Gil stares at the blonde in awe, his voice was amazing and went so well with punk songs.
"I'm addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me. I swear everything look worse at night, I think I'm overthinking. I don't care who I might hurt along the way, I'm fuckin' sinking. Into every word, I don't care if you're lyin' when I'm drinking. So, tell me pretty lies, look me in my face. Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake. You can lead me on and leave these questions in my sheets. I'm under it, I made my bed and I'm still wonderin'. I'm wondering why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Why am I a sucker for all your lies? Strung out like laundry on every line. Why do I come back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?" Mattie was starting to enjoy himself, Gilbert was really good on the guitar. He sings the final parts to the song smirking. "Thinkin' about you, you're in my head. Even without you, I still feel dead. Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Dead, thinking about you, you're in my head. Even without you, I still feel dead. Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? I'm wondering why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Why am I a sucker for all your lies? Strung out like laundry on every line. Why do I come back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life."
Gilbert looks at the blonde haired teen and they look back at the white haired teen, were the two of them getting along? Could Mathieu actually tolerate the other? Was Gilbert wiggling his way into Mathieu's defences? The two grin at each other and start laughing.
"Well seems like you knew that song too" Mathieu says cocking his head to the side still grinning.
"Ja. And seems like you knew all zhe vords to zhis song too" Gilbert responds still grinning also.
Mathieu and Gilbert sing and play a couple more songs before Mathieu's phone starts to ring, they stop, and he looks at the caller I.D.
"Shit! Don't you dare say a word!" Mathieu warns Gil answering the phone. "Hey Al, what's up?"
"Just wondering when you're coming home dude, it's getting late" Alfred responds. "You're not normally out this late studying."
"Oh, sorry Al, time got away from moi. I didn't realize it was so late, I'll be home in half an hour ok?" Mathieu hoped his brother wouldn't ask any more questions.
"Ok bro! I'm gonna order pizza for dinner, be home quick" Alfred says before quickly hanging up the phone.
Gilbert had stayed quiet through the phone call and looked at Mathieu puzzled.
"What?" Mathieu could feel the other's eyes on him. "What are you looking at?"
"You didn't stutter?" Gil was sure he did it to everyone.
"Why would I stutter with my brother? I live with him, he's the only one I don't use the stutter on" Mattie states.
"You mean him and me" Gilbert says grinning.
Mathieu sighs. "Oui. And you. Look I have to go, or he'll start to think something is up."
Mathieu quickly grabs his things and heads out of Gilberts room, he passes Ludwig and stutters out a quick goodbye before leaving the house. He jumps in his car and heads home as quickly as he could without the cops pinning him for speeding.
Gilbert had followed the blonde but stayed at the door, he didn't even get a bye, but his brother did, and Gilbert didn't like that at all. He heads back inside, says a quick goodnight to his brother and hides away in his room thinking about today. He lays down on his bed staring at the ceiling, he needed to record Mathieu next time but first he needed to see if he could convince the Canadian to come back over.
"Zhis might be harder zhan I zhink…maybe I should put a band together?" Gilbert begins to scheme and plan what the next steps will be. "He vill be zhe singer, vhether he likes it or not."
Mathieu arrives home, he locks the car and heads inside. "Al? Al, I'm back."
"Mattie! How was studying? Did you get it all done?" Alfred shouts walking into the lounge room.
"Oui. I should be prepared" Mattie says flopping onto the couch eyes closed.
"Are you sure dude?" Al looks at the brother. "I mean…you didn't take you bag with you. How did you study?"
The long haired blonde curses under his breath, he opens his eyes looking at his brother. "I didn't need to take my books, I memorised what I needed to look for to study. I'm not like you Al. I can remember things so oui I should be prepared." He really hoped his brother would buy his lie and drop the conversation.
Alfred let it drop after that since he couldn't argue with his brother and also because the pizza had arrived. After eating Mathieu excused himself saying he was going to bed, he headed to his room, closed the door, and flopped face down onto his bed.
"Today was such a long day but…it was kinda fun to I suppose" Mathieu mumbles into the bed, he rolls over staring at his ceiling. "Guess I won't need to call Larz or Ivan tonight…"
Mathieu sighs covering his eyes with his arm, as he slips into sleep, he thinks about the fun he had today and…Gilbert. As he succumbs to darkness, he thinks about the Prussians vibrant red eyes.
A/N: I don't own the rights to the song Monster by All time low. All credit goes to All time low, please listen to the song for the song part of the story if you can. I find it helps set that part of the story.
-christinemay
