So I decided, that what was going to be chapter 4 was going too fast, so that you get the story, I will slow it down a bit.
Since the day I came to school early, Gilbert and I started to hang out. We would sometimes go to the roof top with the rest of his group to enjoy lunch. Francis would bring a a guy named Arthur Kirkland, from England. When he was around, Francis always seemed to have a lot of 'accidental' gropes. He would try to hug him or would give him a kiss on the cheek. Arthur would get a blush and would yell 'Bloody Frog!', though he never seemed to mean it. Antonio on the other hand, would bring Lovino, who always came fighting. Antonio would try to hug him, and Lovino would always punch him or head but him, but if you looked closely enough, you could see a strong blush on his face. Gilbert, instead, would just strike up a conversation and we would talk until lunch was over.
The other day was the beginning of winter break. I decided that I would be lazy so I didn't wake up until 12 in the afternoon. When I did get up, I headed downstairs and made some pancakes. I had just finished them, when my phone went up. I went to check and saw that I had gotten a text from from some named MeinAwesomeSelf.
Sup! You wanna hang out today?
Who is this? I answer back
Come one Birdie. Don't tell me u 4got about me already! D:
Seeing the nickname he always uses for me, I answer back Gilbert? How did you get me my number?
That, my friend, is for me to know and for you to never find out. ;3
Stalker
That's mean Birdie. Here I am, asking if u wanted 2 hang out 2day and u go and accuse me. * tear *
I apologize, now where do you wanna hang out?
That my friend is a surprise. But get ready. I will be there in half an hour. See u ;)
I don't get another reply, so I head upstairs and go through my normal routine. When I get down 25 minutes later, I am wearing some jeans, a red shirt, some convers and my always present red hoodie. After about a minute, I hear the door knock and I hurry over to answer it. "Yo! Birdie, you ready?" asks Gilbert from the door. I nod my head and go to the kitchen to grab my phone and wallet, leaving a note for my dad to find. When I get back out to the living room, I notice him looking at an old photo from when I was little. "Cute." he says as he straightens up. We head out the door to his car, and away we went, to wherever he decided we should hang out at. "So. How are you with the cold Birdie?" he mysteriously asks. "I love the cold." I say, and it's true. Because of my ability, not only could I summon fire, but I could also take away from the 'inner fire'. That was the reason why I could where a hoodie at anytime of the year. When I answer him, a smile appears on his face. That's when I decided to ask him the question that was nudging at my brain for the past few days. "Why do you call me Birdie?" He just looks at me with a smirk before replying with, "So, have you just noticed, or have you been to unawesome to not ask earlier?" "No comment," I say, not wanting him to get a direct answer. He just smiles wider. "It's ,'cuz when I saw you in the art room, and got your attention, you gave a really cute squeak. Kesesesese." My face starts to burn after I hear the word 'cute' being directed towards me. At that, I decided to stay quiet for the rest of the ride.
About 20 minutes into the ride, he slows down and makes a right turn, pulling up to the local ice rink. "The awesome me has decided that we could hang out here. Francy-pants told me that you liked ice skating." the albino said as he got out. I just looked at the building and smiled. The ice rink here was pretty big, and they let people skate for free on the weekends.
When we got to the ticket area, they handed us out tickets and we entered the rink. We walked over to where they handed the skates. "Hey Matt. I thought you had your own skates?" asked the guy behind the counter, handing me the skates I had asked for. "Yeah, but this turned out to be a surprise." I say, pointing to Gilbert. "Well I hope you brought your A-game. Some guys rented the rink for 2 hour in 15 minutes. You gonna play?" asks the guy once Gilbert sits down to put his skates on. I stare at the guy for a minute before I get the message. "Is Ivan the one coming?" I ask, a small glint of amusement showing up on in my eyes. He just nods his head before getting to go to the staff room. As I sit down on the bench next to my white-haired friend, I start to chuckle a bit. This catches the unsuspecting albino off guard, and he gives me a questioning gaze. "What's so funny?" I just give him a small smirk before saying, "You'll see soon."
So today, as I am so awesome, I decided to take Birdie ice skating. Francy-pants told me that he really enjoyed it, so here we are. I'm really trying my hardest to get his trust, so then maybe he'll tell me about that light I saw in the art room.
When we get inside, we get our tickets and head over to where the skates are. "Hey Matt. I thought you had your own skates?" asks the guy, Tim by his unawesome name tag. Birdie tells him that all this was a surprise while pointing to my sexy self. I decide to sit down to lace the skates, but I see Birdie still standing and talking to Tim, a happy and excited smile on his face. When I see this, my heart gives a little jump, but then I start to feel anger, which seemed to be directed towards Tim. When mein vogel...er.. I mean Birdie, sits down on the bench, he gives a small chuckle. "What's so funny?" I ask him. He just gives me a smirk, which looked pretty damn cute, before saying, "You'll see soon." Sending shivers down my spine, I get up and walk over to the ice, trying to get rid of a blush that just decided to pop up. I step onto the ice, and the next thing I know I'm lying face down, Birdie's face looking down at me. "You alright there Gilbert?" I just nod my head as I get up. I get my ice legs after about 15 minutes, so I make my way around the rink a few times. Matthew is ahead of me, being as graceful as a bird on the ice. Before I know, his gracefulness stops as he too stops. He's looking at the exit, so I look as well. Standing there, at the skate booth, is none other than Ivan. I look to see Birdie waving him over. Ivan catches the movement and skates over to us, a small smile on his face. I start to skate over to Birdie, in case Ivan starts to do anything funny.
"Hello Matvey. I see you have decided to come over today," he states, a knowing smile on his face. "Yeah, Gilbert and I were just going to skate around, but with you here, I know it will be a fun evening," Birdie replies back. I feel my heart drop a little, anger rising slightly. It must have shown because I saw Ivan smirk at me when Matthew looked down. "Do you want to play a game today Matvey?" "Yup! I hope you're ready to lose," responded Mattie with a smirk on his face. Ivan just nodded his head and skated away, heading towards what looked like a locker room. "Is he allowed to go in there?" I asked, hoping for a no so that I could get him a in trouble. "Yeah, we both are. We're known here at the rink so we are allowed to do things some people can't."
About two minutes later, Ivan comes back out holding two hockey sticks and a puck. "You might want to sit down now Gilbert," says Birdie turning to look at me. I get a shocked look on my face before responding with a, "But why would I want to sit down Birdie?" "It will be safer for you there on the benches. Besides, this has to be a one on one game for it to be fair." "But Ivan is like, two people!" "Gilbert, that's a tad bit mean isn't it. Besides, I can take care of my self." I finally just nod my head and skate over to the benches where I see Tim sitting there, a thermos right next to him. I decided to angrily stare at the thermos when it falls down, spilling all of it's contents onto the benches and onto Tim himself. I snicker a bit as he tries his best to clean it up.
Having had some of my anger released, I turn back to the rink where I see Birdie and Ivan standing a staring at each other. As if they both shared a telepathic connections, they nod at the same time and both shot there hockey sticks at the puck.
Ivan and I stand there, staring into each others purple eyes. We both nod at each other and as if time slowed down, we both shot our hockey sticks towards the puck. He managed to grab at it before I could and skyrocket towards my net. Having gotten my muscles to listen to me, I shot after him trying tot steak the puck back. I shot towards the net, but I was quick enough to catch it and turn. I skated as fast as I could to his net but before I could make the shot, Ivan checked me, knocking me over onto the ice. I quickly got up but I was to late. He shot and made the goal. Ivan turned to look at me and small triumphant smile on his face. "What happened to making me lose, huh Matvey?" he asked. "Shut up." I respond. We set up and start again. In the last game, I shoot for his net, the puck with me. Having the score tied, all that was needed was for me to score one more goal, but as I was skating to the net, Ivan checked me once more. I didn't fall down immediately, but was pushed to the side. I finally fell down, but landed onto the sides of the panel. I tried to stop my fall with my arms but as I slid down, I felt a great pain go down my arm. As I sat there, I heard a call of my name but I barely heard it as I was staring the large cut on my arm.
"Birdie! All you alright? I saw you fall down and you wouldn't respond. Birdie?" asks Gilbert as he reaches to to grab my arm. I look up to watch his face when I feel a soothing sensation go from the beginning of my wound to the end of it. I start to move my head down to the wound but Gilbert grabs my head with his other hand. "Birdie look at me. I need to see if have a concussion." Finally he lets me look down at the wound it it is greatly smaller than what I had seen at first. "How did?... The cut was way bigger." I say, confusion and surprise written clearly on my face. "What are you talking about. The cut was like this when I came over." I can clearly see that he is lying but I don't push it any more.
So I was watching the game happening and let me tell you, Birdie can be such a BAMF when he want to. He was being all ninja-y as he was skating around getting goals here and there. When I saw Ivan push him into the side panel I immediately jumped onto the ice and skated to Birdie, who was sitting down just staring at him arm, seemingly in a daze. As I get closer, I notice there is blood on the side panel and on his arm. I grab his arm and get him to look at me. When he tries to look down, I grab his head and say that I have to check for a concussion. I finally let him look down but while I had his attention, I tried my best to heal most of the wound but not completely because I new Matthew would get suspicious of it. When he starts to question me, I try to play it off as if I don't know what he was talking about. I can tell he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't push it. I help him get up and take him home. I get questioned by his father who looked like he wanted to kill me, but when I explain it was from a hockey game, he just gets a knowing look in his eyes and thanks me for bringing him home. I know that I will probably have to explain myself tomorrow so when I get home, I go to my room and think of how I will break the news to him.
I know some of you people were expecting this yesterday, but I finally got a job and my mom wouldn't let me get on the computer after 9pm. I hope this is good, and remember to review!