Matthew sat at the kitchen table and ate his breakfast. He wondered about how his date with Ivan was going to go tonight, he sighed and he cringed a bit, what if he tried to kiss him again. Alfred sat across from him and held his forehead in his head. Mrs. Williams walked into the kitchen in her night gown, her hair was a mess and yesterdays make-up was smeared across her face. She made some instant coffee and drank it in the corner of the room. "Good morning kids, you boys have any plans tonight." She asked through a yawn.

Alfred moaned and shook his head. He ate a little before going back to bed. She watched Alfred go up the stairs, her eyes narrowed in on him. "Is he...oh that boy better not be hung over. I will have his ass if he is."

"He's not he wasn't feeling good all last night. It might be a cold." Matthew said covering for Alfred, he knew that he might need him to do the same for him in the future. Mrs. Williams looked towards her stepson and let out a sigh. She leaned against the counter and refilled her mug.

"So Matt do you have any plans for tonight." She asked drinking her cup of coffee. His dad walked in the room, wearing a bathrobe and his hair wrapped up in a towel. She pored him a mug and handed it to him as he sat at the table.

Matthew stood up and cleared his spot. "I was going to hang out with Ivan later tonight." He said, putting the dishes into the sink. She nodded and took a seat at the table next to his father. "I'm going to take Al some medicine and more water." He said and filled a cup up. He quickly got out of the kichen and got Alfred some pain killers from the bathroom. Matthew knocked on his door before walking inside.

Alfred was in bed with his laptop sitting on his lap, he was instant messaging Lovino about last night. "Hey, take these they might help with your hang over." Matthew said, dropping the pills into his hand. Alfred popped them into his mouth and chased them down with the water. He sat next to him and sighed. "Hey next time you two go drinking can you bring me along." He asked and Alfred looked over at him.

"Why don't you go have drinks with Gil. I bet he could get something." Alfred grumbled and rolled his eyes. His finger slowly peaked at the keys, just two, it was taking him forever to write one message to Lovino. Matthew rolled his eyes at him.

"What's your problem! I'm trying to be nice, we're brothers now aren't we?" He asked and Alfred closed the lap top with a loud annoyed sigh.

"How come its so easy for you to call me 'brother' when you can even call our mom 'mom'. I call dad by 'dad' just fine." Alfred snapped and snatched the cup of water, gulping it down. His head was thumping and him raising his voice did nothing but worsen the pain. Matthew stood up and went to leave, but he stopped at the door when Alfred started to talk again. "Maybe its different for you then it is me. I never had a dad, mom got pregnant with me in high school and my dad sorta just bailed and when I say bailed I mean like move five states away to get as far from her and me as possible. So maybe you have your own reason for not calling her mom but I would like to know what it is."

Matthew grabbed the door knob his shoulders were shaking. "Yeah it is different, my mom didn't bail out on me...no...it wasn't as simple as that. My mom and dad were married, it was a pretty happy marriage and everything was perfect. But that all changed when she went to the doctors one day, I was still little when it first happened so I didn't understand it at the time that she...she was dying. Now you know...I won't call Libby mom because I already have one." He swung the door open and slammed it shut when he walked down. Alfred flinched and grunted holding his forehead. Opening his laptop up he sent a message to Lovino before shutting down and crawling out of bed. Placing the laptop town he walked out of his room, squinting in the bright light of day. He knocked on the Matthew's door.

It opened and when Matthew saw it was him it was almost slammed into his face. But he put his hand and foot in the way and forced the door open, it was difficult since Matthew was pressing with all his wight on the door. "Just let me in so we can," he grunt and forced his way inside his stepbrother's room, "talk!"

Red in the face with his arms crossed over his chest Matthew walked over to his window and opened it. "We have noting to talk about! I've said all I needed to say!" He yelled and watched Alfred flinch in pain . Alfred closed the door behind him and locked it it so Matthew couldn't escape. They were going to talk this out like responsible young adults, or punch each other, which ever one works out better.

"Fine don't talk...just listen. I'm sorry for what I said I should have pushed ya like that. I didn't mean to get ya all upset and stuff. It was just mom was worried you weren't gonna like her and when you didn't call her mom I thought maybe you didn't like her or something. It my mom I didn't want her upset."

"I like Libby she makes my dad happy, I just don't want to call her mom, I have a mom...I have one already and if I were to call Libby mom...that my real mom would be upset...even if she isn't alive anymore." He wanted to stop talking, he knew he would cry if he kept going, but he couldn't stop. Words kept coming out, feelings and thoughts and memories all being spilled out on the floor for everyone to see, but if was just Alfred so it wasn't as bad. He didn't want to cry in front of him, he didn't want to cry at all but the tears came anyways.

Sniffling soon turned to sobbing and he tried to get the tears to stop by rubbing his eyes but now his nose was running down his face. Alfred just stood there unsure of what to do, it was never his intention to make his new brother cry. He did the only thing he could think of and that was to hug him. It turned out to be more awkward then he thought it would be, Matthew clung to his shirt and cried heavily into his shoulder.

As his brother cried he patted him on the back and made quite 'shhh' sounds. Something then struck a nerve within him and he felt his own tears building up. "Hey stop crying you're gonna make me cry...really you gotta stop now." He said and Matthew nodded and took deep breaths slowly getting himself back under control. He dried his face with the back of his sleeve. "All better now." Alfred said holding his shoulders

Matthew sighed deeply and sat on the foot of his bed. "No...no its not all better. Don't tell the parents but I'm going out on a date tonight, I told them we were just hanging out but we're not. I don't really want to, something feels off about it, but I don't want to hurt his feeling by not even giving him a chance. Gil fuckin' hates his guts and I'm not sure why...maybe I could find out."

"Who are you going out with?" Alfred asked and sat on the floor in front of him. Matthew's mouth felt dry, how would Alfred react to the news.

"My hockey captain...Ivan."

"Ivan...tall guy, kinda chubby but in a cute way not a gross way, big nose looks like its been broken once before. " Alfred questioned and Matthew nodded his head. Alfred stared at him with a vacant expression like his mind was going though everyone who fit that description. Matthew could pin point the exact moment when Alfred realized who he was talking about, his mouth formed a 'O'. "That guy! You're going out with him."

"Yes but I don't really want to that's the point. Him and Gil don't like each other and I don't know what to do." He said and Alfred nodded.

"Well I don't know this Ivan guy but you shouldn't go out with him if you don't like him. Just friend zone him, I have pepper spray if you need to barrow it, can never be to safe." Alfred said and Matthew laughed thinking that he was joking, which he wasn't. The pepper spray was in his nightstand under the playgirl next to the mini bottle of unscented lotion for his alone time.

They talked with each other, Matthew decided that he was just going to be honest with Ivan tonight and friend zone him, he was going to friend zone him very hard so there would be no misunderstandings between them. Before he left Alfred slipped the pepper spray into his pocket and gave him a thumbs up. "Good luck and remember aim for the eyes then kick em' in the dick." He told him and Matthew nodded, giving a thumbs up before walking out the door.

Ivan stood outside the door and looked towards the house. He caught Alfred staring him down from the front window, Alfred pointed into his eyes then at Ivan glaring at him before pulling the curtains close. "Your brother is funny." He said and opened the car door for him. Matthew got into the car and buckled himself in, his heart was pounding he as so nervous about tonight. Ivan got in and started to drive, Matthew looked out the window. "I've been looking forward to tonight, I convinced the janitor to keep the ice rink open for us." Ivan said and Matthew pressed his face to the window, why did that have to be so romantic sounding, friend zoning him was going to be so difficult after this.

Ivan parked at the ice rink and held the door open for Matthew. He went and got their skates and he sat down on one of the benches near Matthew. He handed him his skates and they began putting them on, while they did so the lights on the rink changed color, they went from white to red. Matthew gulped and felt his heart quicken even more. He got his skates on and he and Ivan made their way onto the ice. Ivan took his by the hand and spun him around before taking him by his waist. "You look nervous Matthew is something wrong."

Matthew looked down at his feet. "Actually there is something I needed to talk to you about...umm well..." Matthew bit down on his lower lip. Ivan cupped his cheek and smiled at him.

"Is this about Gilbert?" He asked and Matthew didn't know if he should shake his head or not. "You like him right?"

"What? No...no he's just my friend, we're just friends!" Matthew snapped and shook his head. Ivan laughed at him, he pulled Matthew closer by his waist.

"Good...he's just a bastard, a fucking waste of space. You can do better anyways anyone around him can do better. He's so pathetic, kicking his ass isn't even fun anymore." Ivan said and Matthew pushed him away.

"Shut up! Gilbert is my friend and I don't care if you two don't like each other! You can talk about him like that! You know what Ivan, this date is done! I'm done!" Matthew said and skated off the ice, he forced the skates off his feet and tossed them across the room, he slipped his shoes on and went for the door. Ivan skated off the ice and placed his own shoes on, he ran after Matthew and grabbed him by the arm. "Let me go!" Matthew said and glared at him.

"No...I'm not going to do that. You can't really be this angry over something I said about that albino fucker." Ivan asked and Matthew yanked his arm free.

"Yes I can! Friends don't let people talk about shit about them! This date is over for good, I am going home!" Matthew yelled and went for the door. Ivan growled and crossed his arms, Matthew flung the door open and stormed outside and began walking down the street towards home. Ivan got into his car and drove along beside Matthew. He tried to no avail to get Matthew in the car, it was only when Matthew threatened him with pepper spray that he actually drove off.

It was pitch black out and Matthew had no clue where he actually was and as if things couldn't get any worse it was beginning to rain. He kept walking as tiny little drops hit him the drops began to grow. The sky lit up making night look like day for just a split second, the jagged line was shortly followed by the loudest crash of thunder. The rain was now crashing down. He pulled out his cell phone and sat on the side of the sidewalk. He called Gilbert up. "Gil...can you come get me please...I'm stuck on the corner of Baker street."

"Baker street...but there's a lighting storm going on, what the hell are you doing out there." Gilbert questioned but Matthew could hear him grabbing his keys.

"I...I...was on a date with Ivan and he was a real ass. Gil please I'm soaking wet...its cold." He said and the other line went silent, finally there was a angry sigh.

Matthew waited for him to say something, anything really. "Don't move...I'll be there soon." He said and hung up. Matthew buried his face into his knees and sat on the side of the road waiting for Gilbert.

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It might be awhile until the next update happens. I'm going to see if I can get my friend to edit the chapters for spelling and grammar mistakes. But in the mean time please leave a review, I love know what your thoughts are on current events going on.

Between brotherly bonding, hate relationship between Ivan and Gilbert, and inappropriate student teachers, the future for Matthew's love life, ect. There's a lot going on.