Just like how there are different types of quite people there are different kinds of loud people. Alfred for example was a proud loud person. These people sometimes don't even realize they are being loud, they just love being heard and seen and are usually talking about themselves in a positive light. They mean everything they say about themselves, it isn't just to fluff their own egos, they are just hyped up happy people who love themselves. The there is the egotistical loud person, similar to the proud loud person. They like to talk about themselves in a positive light but most of the time it just to reassure themselves that they really are grate and everything, they actually don't believe their own words but they desperately want others to think highly of them.

Super happy loud people are those overly happy loud talking people that give everyone else the creeps. Nothing can dampen their mood, they smile big, but their glassed over eyes are hiding something. They know they talk loud, they do to be heard because if they are heard they believe they can spread their cheery little virus with their bight shining optimism. Normal happy loud people are just normal. No creepy over happy talking and smiling, they just are happy most of the time and happen to be loud talkers, no big deal, they are actually pretty common in high schools.

Angry loud people are those people that freak out and yell when they get mad instead of bottling it up and letting it build into a homicidal killing spree like the rest of us. They are always angry and yelling because they didn't get hug enough as a child. All joking aside angry loud people are harmless, they just yell and talk a big talk but when push comes to shove they lose all nerve and back down. And for whatever reason where there is a angry loud person there is a hyper lovable loud person following shortly behind. People just love the hyper loud person, they are they life of the party, always have a good story to tell, and they make sure everyone can hear it. They don't have to be loud but the ADHD just won't let them be quite.

There are just as many different types of loud as there is quite. Then there is the people in between, the normal talkers, but no one really cares about them. This is about when quite meets loud, like lighting and thunder. Except our lighting is that one quick bolt that you happened to miss because you blinked and next thing you know you got thunder for no apparent reason. Matthew could see the resemblance to thunder when it came to Gilbert. You could hear him talking up a storm before your eyes could even find the head of silver air.

Matthew was grabbing his book for his next class, math which he wasn't looking forward to, unlike the other teachers who were just going over rules and letting everyone get to know each other, the math teacher thought it would be nice to refresh everybody's minds and give them a test to see how much they remembered from last year. "Birdie! Hey Birdie!" Matthew looked up from his locker as his new nickname was called out. He couldn't see Gilbert at first then out of World History a group of sophomores came poring out. Blond, brunet, brunet, blond, blue, blond with roots coming in, ginger, then boom silver. "Mattie, Mattie my darling!" Gilbert yelled.

Matthew hid his face in his locker, trying to think of something he could call back that would make Gilbert feel as embarrassed as he did. He didn't know where it came from or how he thought of it but he poked out his head and called out back to his friend. "Oh yes my lovable Gilly-Willy-Bear." He said in the most award sounding baby voice he has ever heard. He gagged a little after the words slipped out and blushed horribly, he felt ashamed of thinking of something so gross and sugary, and was in disbelief that he had sounded that way. Gilbert was left unfazed and he slipped his arm around Matthew's shoulders, with a smirk on his face.

"So Pudding Cake what's your next class of the day. Oh and I forgot to ask earlier, which lunch do you have, if you have second I'll save you a seat, that is if you don't mind sitting with my brother and Feli." Gilbert said, Matthew moved his book to his other side in order to make walking next to him a bit more comfortable for the both of them.

"Math and I have second lunch...but I told dad I would sit with Alfred. He wants us to get to know each other better now that we're brothers and all." Matthew sighed, Alfred had already joined up with his friends from middle school, he would just be that awkward extra wheel that's kept in the trunk that you end up forgetting about.

"Oh well maybe next time." Gilbert moved his arm off of his shoulders. Matthew was having a hard time figuring him out, he was a upperclassmen and yet he didn't mind being seen with a freshmen. That and when they first met he was all bloody and yet he still found a way to be nice and smile. He wondered, maybe this guy didn't have many friends or something. Matthew sighed, he didn't care honestly, he was glad to have made a friend.

"Do you know when they plan on announcing the hockey tryouts? I'm dying to know and the office keeps tell me to wait like everyone else." Matthew asked and Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks the smile gone.

"Why would you want to do that? The captain is a total psyhco, a freak, your better off not going!" Gilbert told him. Matthew stopped walking and looked at him.

"I wanted one thing when I moved here, just one simple thing from this school and that was hockey. I'm good, I love the game, its a healthy way to let out anger, crazy captain or not I'm joining that team." Matthew told him, he may have gotten a little defensive but he wasn't going to let him stop him from joining.

"Fine go ahead just don't exspect me to come to any of your games! As long as he's captain...I won't go near the ice rink." Gilbert snapped. Matthew rubbed his forehead, he was already fighting with his first friend in highschool, he was such a master at socializing. "I just really don't like that guy okay...be careful." Gilbert said before walking away.

"Gil!" Matthew called out, but his voice didn't carry and was eaily drowned underneath the rambling noise of everyone moving between classes. Turning he went to his math class to suffer in silence, once math was finished he went to gym. Gym was a mix of all the grades and there was only two blocks where gym was held. He hoped to run into Gilbert again but he had no such luck. He did however run into his brother and the twins.

Lovino and Feliciano were trying their best to teach Alfred how to bounce a scoccer ball from knee to knee. It was amazing watching all the tricks the twins could do and funny watching Alfred try to repeat them. Feliciano was incoraging while his brother Lovino would snicker and tease. The teasing actually seemed to help Alfred more then the words of incoragment. "Matthew do you want to try?" Feliciano asked, balencing a ball on top of his head.

Matthew nodded and the ball on top of Feliciano's head was passed to him. Matthew played a bit of scoccor back when he was little, he knew how to bounch it on one knee but he could not get himself to pass it between both. He began to bounce it, slowly at first then faster as he got used to it. "You're not to bad, now try passing it to the other knee." Lovino said taking a seat on the floor, his back agaist the bleachers.

Matthew tried and just like with Alfred the ball went flying past his knee and bouncing across the floor. "Almost, you were close." Feliciano smiled. Matthew smirked back, he wasn't even close and he knew it. Feliciano ran and got the ball, he had Matthew try again this time giving him words of adivce. Alfred sat with Lovino and watched and made comments which went ignored.

Matthew tried to pass it to his other knee again, this time he made it but it bounched off. Feliciano clapped his hands together. "See you did it, keep practing and you'll get even better!"Gym ended and everyones favortie class of the day was next. Lunch.

Alfred and Lovino were the first out the gym doors, nothing could stop the two hungry teens from filling their bellies. Feliciano proves to be just as hungry and quickly was able to move between people to get out of there and to the lunch room. Matthew got stuck behind, squshed somewhere in the middle. When he made it to the lunch room he found Alfred's table filled. He quickly began to look for Gilbert in hopes that maybe he still kept a spot saved for him.

He saw a hand in the air waving at him. "Hey Chickadee over here." Gilbert yelled, his voice echoing over everyone else. Matthew squeezed though a few people to get to the table and take his seat. Feliciano was sitting next to a taller (somewhat square headed) blond haired guy. Matthew figured that this had to be Gilbert's brother, their eye shape and noses were the same, not to mention their ears. But besides the blond there was one other at the table.

She sat beside Gilbert, with Feliciano on her other side. Her hair was dark brown and past her shoulders with a flower clip. Gilbert seemed to take notice of Matthew's staring and he introduced them to each other. "Parakeet this is Elizaveta also know as Liz for short. Liz this is Matthew." Gilbert said waving his hand at each of them to show who was who, as if it wasn't clear enough.

She helf her hand out for him to shake, her nails were very short and her skin rough, clearly the hands of a proud tom boy. "Its nice to meet you Matt, its alright to call you Matt right or do you purfure Matthew?"

"Matt if fine. What about you what do you like to be called?" Matthew asked, letting go of her hand.

"Liz is pretty much what everyone here calls me but feel free to make up your own nickname. I don't care."

"I think I'll just stick with Liz. Could you guy watch my seat for me...I'm starving." Matthew then stood and got in line. His stomach was growling like crazy. Elizaveta placed her purce onto his spot for safe keeping and the small group talked while he was in line.

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