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Chapter 6: What the Hell is Yaoi?

Matthew

[after IM conversation with Gilbert]

Well…that was okay? Matthew thought when he read back on their conversation. He didn't have much experience in this area of life (a result of his self-consciousness). Which meant that he hardly dared to talk to people and socialise as he was basically too worried about who he might offend and make enemies of.

What was especially weird (on Gilbert's part that is) is how he dodged questions about him. Oh, well I guess some people are just like that…

[ the next day, before start of school]

"Hey Birdie!"

"Hi." Matthew rubbed his eyes sleepily while mumbling back.

"Gotta learn to be happier Mattie! Smile!"

"…"

"Stop inserting little awkward silences when you don't know what to say!" Gilbert said disapprovingly.

"Easy for you to say. You're not Mr-Invisible-Jones-oh-wait-it's-Williams." Matthew sulked. "It's hard to get noticed when you have a hyper-active brother by the name of Alfred Jones who's involved in everything preppy imaginable."

"Um, okay." He quietly said back. Hehe. Mattie looked kind of cute when he pouted! Gilbert mentally slapped himself (god knows with the number of mental slaps he gives himself) stop thinking these inappropriate things!

"Speaking of preps, haven't you noticed the number of girls checking you out? Even the Barbie doll blonde ones. Seriously, you've like got the whole female student population under a spell or something." Matthew raised his eyebrows, pointing at a group of giggling high school girls.

"Kesesese~ It can't be helped if they're attracted to the awesome me, huh?" Or not.

Gilbert looked at the direction Matthew was pointing out and flashed them a suave grin.

That immediately caused a reaction. One of them swooned, several others blushed furiously and the whole group scurried away in a giggling heap.

"See? The power of the awesome mein!" Gilbert got up and grinned down at Matthew.

What the hell. I'll never understand girls. Matthew sulked again. He couldn't help it but he felt a tiny pull in his gut when Gilbert had directed his attention to those girls. It was like he was possessive or something.

Well, he had to admit Gilbert was good looking. Very. Um, very very good looking in fact. By his standards (What? He had standards? Since when?).

He had silvery grey hair that almost looked snow white under the light. It was permanently tousled (the way girls like it) in a cute I-just-got-out-of-bed way. His eyes were red, Carmine red. Such a pretty shade. Matthew sighed. They were the colour of rich rubies. They held a certain amount of playfulness, youthfulness and joy. Yet lurking somewhere deep inside, was a small degree of sadness, ringed by that (sexy) black eyeliner. His eyes alone were enough to make girls faint on the spot.

The planes of his face were smooth and angled, with lips that were slightly chapped and well defined. His skin was so fair and white, so stark in contrast to his eyes. And his body, mon dieu… his physique was far from muscular but he did have a quite developed upper body . His shirt was just right so could see his well-defined arms…and his skinny jeans clung to him in all the right places and accentuated his legs that were just the right size and those hands…

Then he saw them again, those eyes, piercing into his soul, staring right into him. Wait, what? They were staring at him.

HOLY MAPLE. THEY WERE STARING AT HIM. AND HE WAS THINKING PERVERTED THOUGHTS ABOUT SAID PERSON.

HOLYFUCKINGMAPLE.

Those crimson orbs were peering at him quizzically.

Matthew immediately turned a furious shade of red and tried to move out of their compromising position but felt himself stuck for some reason.

And they just stood there. Staring into each other's eyes.

Back and forth back and forth.

Matthew had no idea how long they remained there.

Then came a frantic running of feet and a shout of "OH MY GOD. WHERE KIKU? WHERE?"

Witnesses later would say that they had seen a flurry of brown pulling a raven haired Japanese boy by the name of Kiku who had his usual expressionless face on to their direction.

They were still stuck in their respective positions when the click of a camera resounded.

"OH MY GOD. MUST. TAKE. MORE!" more clicks of a camera.

Gilbert was the first of the two to break out of it. His cheeks were slightly tinged pink and he threw an annoyed look at the girl.

"OHMYGOD. YOU GUYS ARE SOOOO CUTE TOGETHER!"

"Eh?" That was all Matthew could say, staring embarrassedly up at a girl with light brown hair and bright green eyes.

"You and your albino boyfriend here!" she squeed.

At that, Matthew turned even redder, if that was even possible.

After some awkward silence (Matthew was pretty sure he was the only one whom actually felt awkward since the girl was gleefully squealing like the typical high school teenage girl she was, Gilbert was in too much shock to respond and Kiku was just standing there passively). The girl finally broke it.

"Aww, how rude of me to intrude without even introducing myself. My name's Elizabeta Héderváry and this here is Honda Kiku. I'm sure you know him…." She lingered, apparently forgetting Matthew's name and gestured at a diligent looking Japanese boy at her side whom gave a small "Konnichiwa" and a quick bow in response.

"And you're Gilbert Beilschimdt the new kid! And who's this here? Your boyfriend…?"

At that moment, Gilbert snapped. "He's Matthew Williams, don't forget that! And I don't know who you are girl, but he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" he sat back down in a huff.

"Y-yea. We-we're just friends right?" Matthew stuttered softly.

"Oh my god, the Don't Mess With Me seme and the Innocent uke?" *squee* She turned to Kiku and murmured.

Back to the point.

"Oh really?" Elizabeta questioned almost childishly. "Cause you guys sure were acting like you were, you know…"

Gilbert turned back to her and gave her a glare which earned a smile in return from her. If looks could kill, Elizabeta would be stone dead by now.

"Anyway, thanks for the lovely moment and photos!" she added before grabbing Kiku and whisking him off while they murmured ecstatically about the real life "yaoi" moment they had just witnessed or something. Whatever that was.

After the weirdness of it all, what had just happened began to sink in.

Oh maple. What the hell is wrong with me? Argh…what was with the random daydreaming of Gilbert anyway. Ain't I straight…at least I think so. Wait, am I? This is too confusing. Wait, does this mean I just messed up our friendship? And it just started! I'm so useless!

Matthew's internal debate went on for a while and unknowingly to him Gilbert had noticed this little fact as well. He decided that he had to break the tension in the air.

"Well, wasn't that awkward." He flashed a sheepish and slightly apologetic smile at Matthew.

Matthew stopped and stuttered, his blush still evident on his face. "Y-yea. I mean, mistaking us for eh, b-boyfriends right?"

"We don't seem like a couple do we? Cause like it'll just be weird and stuff. Plus we're both straight. Right…?" Gilbert directed the last sentence to Matthew.

"Sure! Yea, I'm straight!" Matthew replied a bit too fast.

Then why was I thinking about how good he looked…never mind.

"A-anyway, I've got to go. Mrs Cleg wanted me to help her out with something before school. Yea, bye!" Matthew tried to make up an excuse to get away as fast as possible.

"Okay, later right? Bye." Gilbert gave him a small smile and a wave before disappearing as well.

AN: Well, that was...random? So basically they talk, Matthew spaces out and drools about Gilbert's sexiness and then Elizabeta and Kiku come and fangirl/fanboy at the yaoi scene. And nothing much actually happens. -_-ll I think is this more of a filler chapter than anything since all they do is realise how awesome they are together (on Lizzie's part at least)

And obviously Elizabeta is Hungary, who else would be a fujoshi...

Reviews are love as usual!

Sorry for it being so dialogue heavy!