Author's Notes: I don't know if I should feel bad that I give everyone such crappy cars. Though, I do like Toni's. OTL. And after reading the blog on the Nyotalia characters, I can officially say that Fem! scares me. :'D
Also, thanks again for all the reviews, alerts, and faves! You're all so amazing and I hope you like the chapter~! The big double date is in the next one~! And then all the action of getting Mattie starts, huzzah! 8D
A bemused moan escaped past Gillian's chapped lips as she blinked away the tiredness that accumulated. Her mind was a little fuzzy from last night and when she pushed up from her laying spot to rest on her elbows, she frowned. First off, why was she passed out on the couch instead of her room when she clearly remembered going down the hallto her room? Secondly, why was Alfred still at their house and his head on Ludwig's chest? Most of all though, what was cooking in the kitchen that such a delicious aroma was filling Gillian's nostrils?
Locating a discarded fleet blanker, Gillian lifted it up and wrapped it around her body and moved to the kitchen where she found the Vargas twins talking animatedly while stirring a pot of pasta. She didn't see anything wrong with the girls invading their home, in fact, the occurrence happened quite often since Felicia and Ludwig started their friendship, but only intensified when they started dating (it actually reminded Gillian fondly of how she'd bombarded Matthew's house for pancakes practically every morning). On the topic of Matthew, there was still the issue of the double date later that day… and she still had to call and tell Antonio that he was her date.
"Hey Feli, Lovi," Gillian greeted lazily, now hovering over the Italians.
They both whirled around instantly, causing the albino to stumble backwards. "Oh, hi Gil," Felicia said with a bright smile, but all she could do was cringe. Even if the girl was cute, she was somewhat dangerous when provoked and Gillian may be a little hesitant, not that she'd ever admit it.
"What're you making?" Gillian asked with a yawn in tow from already knowing the answer.
"Pasta~!" Felicia replied brightly, her love for food ever present.
"Mmm," Gillian hummed and treaded back to the living room, dragging her feet the entire time.
Reaching in to her pants pocket, she whipped out her cell phone and stared at it briefly before pulling Antonio's number up and sending him a message asking where he was before tucking it safely away again. She then noticed that Ludwig was sitting up and Alfred was no where to be seen and anyone would've figured he went home, but everyone who knew the Jones boy knew he couldn't hold liquor for his life and was probably experiencing another terrible hangover.
Taking a seat next to her brother that was straightening out his wrinkled clothe, Gillian absentmindedly kicked at one of the beer cans. They'd better clean up soon, she figured since their grandfather wouldn't be happy if he came back home from his business trip to find that leaving Gillian in charge only resulted in allowing a mess to accumulate. Sometimes she hated how OCD the men in her family were.
A groan then brought the Beilschmidt siblings attention to find Alfred leaning against the wall for support as he clutched his stomach, having lost his shirt along the way and Gillian narrowed her eyes while Ludwig mumbled something about decency. Gillian rolled her eyes then and felt her phone buzz to life, so she glanced down to read the message.
'From: Toni
Message: Work. Someone called in sick.'
Frowning, the girl mumbled to herself about fakers and got to her feet along with Ludwig just in time for the Vargas twins to come in with a plate of pasta.
"I feel sick," Alfred moaned, stumbling towards the couch as if he were drunk again.
"Man up," Felicia offered with a mocking laugh while her smile never wavered.
"I'm going out," Gillian announced, "clean up, West."
"Figures," Ludwig deadpanned.
"Shut up, potato bastard," Lovina hissed darkly.
With a shake of her head, Gillian faintly smiled at the interaction, glad to be leaving. Finding her jacket discarded on the floor, she picked it up and as she walked out, gave a swift pat (it was more like a karate chop, really) to Alfred's back to which caused him to throw up what appeared to be his dinner of hamburgers the day before. Cackling at the groans it caused, Gillian left the house and waltzed over to her van, smiling and waving to Mr. and Mrs. Williams who were watering the flowers to which they narrowed their eyes and silently cursed her existence.
Climbing in to the beat up van, Gillian quickly ignited the engine and pulled out of the William's driveway, flicking on the radio loudly and zooming down the road towards the 7-11 she worked out, reaching it in no time. Once she pulled in to the parking lot, she instantly recognized Antonio's red third generation camaro and parked next to it and was soon dashing in to the store.
"Hola, Gil!" Antonio gushed from behind the counter and getting a groan from a customer he was helping (the poor Spaniard was too busy trying to talk about turtles to the man). "Were you called in too?" He questioned after giving a once over to seeing his friend in her uniform.
Gillian meant to rush up to him and explain her situation when she was stopped by a tall presence next to her. Frowning when she recognized it as Katyusha, who was (as usual) smiling, and hissed impatiently, "What're you doing here?"
"I needed to pick up milk," She responded and took a step forward when the next person in line stepped away and it was her turn to pay. "Matvey told me about our double date," She cooed then, "I am very much exited."
"You're dating someone?" Antonio shouted, earning another aggravated groan from a customer.
Gillian parted her lips to change the subject then, but Katyusha beat her to speaking, "Oh, he is silly. I will see you both later, yes?"
"Uh, yeah," Gillian choked.
With Katyusha waving and bouncing out the door (quite literally) along with men's stares, Gillian quickly stole the moment and scrambled to the counter and leaned over it, ignoring any protest she got. "Toni, I need to tell you something," She hissed hurriedly.
"Like who you're dating~?" He said in a singsong voice while handing back someone their change. "Is it Francis? Oh, maybe Alfred? How about… that boy? Uhm…"
Tensing at the implication that Gillian was with Matthew (everyone knew she'd never go for the other two having grown up with them), she quickly corrected him. "No, Toni. I need you to go on a date with me to convince Mattie that he shouldn't date in the Braginski family."
A blank stare crossed Antonio's face then as he contemplated something before replying, "How am I going to break this to Lovi?"
"… What?" She deadpanned.
"I need to tell her that we're dating!" He reasoned, gesturing with his hands profoundly.
"You know what? Just come get me later, I'll send you a message with the details," Gillian sighed and turned, stalking out to her car. Why'd she have such stupid friends?