Friday came and Gilbert met up with Elizaveta in the parking lot. She tossed her bag into the backseat. "The movie doesn't star for another hour, do you want to go grab some candy, I brought my big purse so we can sneak them in." She smirked and he nodded his head. Smiling she buckled herself in and let her pony tail down. Gilbert started his car up and turned the radio down so they could talk without having to shout over metal. "So hows Matty? Wait what's that on your neck, oh my god, is that a hickey? Gil! Oh my god!" She squealed and tugged at the collar of his shirt, reviling a small trail of marks.

He smacked her hand away and covered his neck with the palm of his hand. "Shut up!" He muttered, he thought that no one would notice them, they were old and faded, but this was Elizaveta he was dealing with. Of course she would notice old faded marks. Stupid hickeys, Matthew had made them really dark. He could feel her eyes on him, she was smirking and beaming with her damn smugness. "Your neck is pretty bare Liz, does Roddy not know how to get down?" He teased.

The sun outside was pretty bright today, it was melting a lot of the snow. All the water and trace amounts of ice were making the roads slippery. She looked over at Gilbert and giggled softly under her breath. The two of them had a very open relationship, they always told each other everything, and Elizaveta was a fan for details. It didn't matter if she was gathering all the little facts and events, or if she was giving every last detail. Her openness to tell sometimes made things awkward when they talked like this.

Today was no different, she had that spark in her eyes, and Gilbert just knew he was going to hear something he wasn't going to like. The possibility of it mentally scarring him were pretty high. "Oh Roddy may come off all prim and proper, like a downright gentleman, but let me tell you once you get that boy alone in a room he becomes a cute little sex kitten. I have to make the first move but I like things better that way, there's nothing hotter then a submissive man." She went on, but Gilbert kept turning the music up until it drowned her out.

Laughing she stopped talking and waited for Gilbert to turn the music down. "What about you and Matt? How far have you guys gone? Matthew strikes me as the type to have a high sex drive, I mean he's so damn passive aggressive. He got Alfred to cry on Wednesday just by pointing out his flaws nonstop, brothers sure do have strange fights. But where was I, oh yeah, passive aggressive. I bet in the bed room he's totally the boss. Come on Gil, spill the details." She sure was talkative today.

"There are no detail to spill. We...we haven't done anything." He was hesitant to tell her that, he always talked such big game. There really wasn't much he could tell her, he didn't want her to know that Matthew wants to take things further but he chickened out. He didn't want to say a word about any of that to her, but he did. Every last thing that happened on their date, he told her it all. She listened to him as he grew more and more flustered and angry at himself. "He must think I'm such a baby. I wouldn't let him do anything besides kiss me. And its not like I don't want to do more with him, it just I got so fucking nervous I just couldn't." He thought that she would laugh at him.

Gilbert didn't know how to feel when she made no such noise. Simple she just reach over and took one of his hands in hers and held it tightly. "There's nothing wrong with being nervous Gil. If he really think that you're a baby because of that then he isn't really worth your time or your smoking hot body. But give Matthew more credit then that, I bet he understands, everyone moves at their own pace. Just try not to worry to much about it. Matthew loves you, he'll wait as long as it takes, trust me on this." She told him and Gilbert smiled at her. This is why she was his best friend, Elizaveta always said the right thing. She spoke her mind and always told him what he needed to hear even if it might not be something he honestly wanted to hear. Sometimes needs are more important then wants.

They reached a gas station, while he filled his car back up she went inside to buy them some snakes for the movie. Inside was nice and toasty warm, she almost didn't want to leave. Condensation covered the coolers where the drinks were kept, and there was tiny line for the coffee maker. She grabbed them some soda, chips, and candy, shoving them into her purse after she had bought them. By the time she made it back outside Gilbert was done filling his car and paying for the gas.

They still had some time to spare before the movie so they went to the mall and walked around alittle bit together. They ran into Alfred and Lovino there. Alfred was clearly trying to cheer his friend up but so far it didn't seem to be working. "Why don't you guys come to the movies with us. We're seeing that new action movie. The one with that one bald guy who used to be a wrestler, with arms like fucking tree trunks." Elizaveta offered. She was pretty close with Feliciano and he had voiced his worry about his brother during lunch today. Elizaveta thought that it wouldn't hurt to invite them, maybe a movie would help get Lovino's mind off whatever was bothering him.

Gilbert didn't think that they would agree, Lovino seemed distracted and down right pitiful, yet it was Lovino that agreed to the offer. As a group they walked around for a little bit longer before heading to Gilbert's car. Once all in together silence engulfed them. Gilbert wasn't about to finish his talk about his love life, not with Alfred in the back seat. Elizaveta stared out her window, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Alfred was flicking his cowlick, while trying to get it to lay flat. Lovino was looking out his window, but his eyes were dull and he wasn't looking at anything, it was like he was looking right though everything. The parking lot to the movie theater was was packed. They waited in line forever to buy their tickets, it was even harder to find seats all together. Alfred and Lovino ended up having to sit some where else.

…...

Tim waited outside in the back of the school. With no sign of Matthew showing just yet, he saw no harm in taking a small smoking break. He pulled what appeared to be twisted paper out from his pocket and placed it in his mouth as he dug around his school bag for his lighter. Once he found it he lit up. He blew the smoke out though his nose.

When he heard a door open he jumpped and did his best to hid what he was smoking. He relaxed a little when he saw it was only Matthew. Still hiding the joint behind his back he gave a smirk and a wave. Matthew gave him a funny look, he then held out his hand. "Give it." He said.

"Give what?" Tim asked, playing stupid. Matthew wasn't playing, he quickly reached behind him and took a hold on the rolled up paper. Once he had it in his hand Matthew took a few step backs to look at it. Tim reached for it. "Matt give that back, its mine." He said and Matthew held it away.

"You can share." Matthew said holding it just out of Tim reach. Tim smirked and stopped reaching for it.

"Matthew I'm surprised. You didn't strike me as the type to enjoy a joint." Tim pointed out. Matthew nodded and brought it to his lips before handing it back.

"I normally bake it into stuff. Cookies, cakes, muffins, brownies, so on. Come on lets get out of here before a teacher or someone sees us." He took the joint and put it out. They went to Tim's house, Matthew found it a bit depressing how his parents were never there, of course Tim used this to throw some of the best parties and start his own little company. Tim was the go to guy for all your weed filled pleasures. He made good money off of it, the town was in the middle of nowhere and teenager get bored easily.

They went into his room, Tim sat on his bed while Matthew sat on the floor. "Does Gilbert know your a pothead?" Tim asked and Matthew shook his head. It wasn't like he did this stuff often, he didn't even consider himself a pothead or a stoner, that joint earlier was the only thing he has had since moving to America. Before he moved him and Yao got together and made some cookies with it but that was a long time ago. "How are you and Gilbert doing anyways? I always see you two together, you guys are going to get sick of each other if you keep spending as much time together as you do."

"We're doing fine...I guess." Matthew muttered and leaned back against the wall. Tim stared at him and laid down on his back blowing smoke into the air.

"Go a head and tell me what's up, its not like I'm going to tell anyone." He held out the joint to him and Matthew let out a deep sigh before taking it. Matthew was never the type to kiss and tell, but he could use some advice. Letting out another side he handed the joint back. "I promise if its something funny I won't laugh." Tim added.

"Its just I wanted to take things a bit further with Gil a few nights ago and he just got so nervous and sky that we ended up not doing anything at all. I don't want him to think that I'll try anything he doesn't want me to, I am perfectly okay with waiting until he's ready, but I feel like I asked to soon and now...I'm just worried how this will affect us."

"Whoa wait, wait, are you telling me you guys aren't sleeping together. Shit you had me fooled, with the way you two act and stuff I thought...how far have you gone?" Tim asked, he was shocked by this latest information. Matthew snatched the joint from his hand and began smoking, his cheeks were flushed and burning. He whispered something but Tim couldn't hear what he said so he asked him to speak up. Yet again he could hardly understand what he was trying to say.

Matthew face turned even redder. "All we have ever really done is make-out and a bit of necking...his neck not mine." He finished the little that was left of the joint and slumped down, waiting for Tim to laugh.

Tim smirked but he didn't laugh, instead he opened the drawer on his night stand and began making a new joint. "You know what you could try...next time you two are together alone you could have him touch you anyway he wants but what ever he does you get to do right back. That way he can get his hands on you and you can get your hands on him without worrying about crossing any lines." Tim suggested and Matthew was surprised to find that it actually sounded like a good idea.

"But what if he crosses one of my lines?" Matthew asked and Tim gave a dry laugh before digging around for his lighter.

"Who are you trying to fool, you don't really have any lines. Fuck if Gilbert moved at the same pace as you, you would have him bent over your bed screaming your fucking name. The only person I know with a larger sex drive then you would have to be Lovino. Poor little bastard." Tim said still looking for his lighter, sighing he dug in his drawer for matches.

Matthew blushed but he laughed. He had no idea he gave off those kind of vibes. "So you really think so?" He asked and Tim gave a nod, he had finally found his matches.

"Well of course...I mean you dating Carlos for like three months and you guys gave each other..."

"How do you know what we did?" Matthew interrupted angrily and Tim blew smoke out in a ring and slapped at it with the back of his hand.

"Carlos told me, his a bit of a blabber mouth when he's high." Tim told him and Matthew crossed his arms, he grumbled. Tim looked over at him and handed the joint over, Matthew took it and didn't give it back. "I don't see the big deal, I'm the only one who knows. Besides I knew before he even told me, you guys did do that at one of my parties...in my bed room no less." Tim told him and Matthew kept his head down.

"Sorry about that..."

"Don't be its fine...I've walked in on freakier things going on in my bed. I'm just happy you guys weren't having a strange body paint themed threesome."

"Has that happened before?" Matthew asked and Tim closed his eyes.

"I wish I could say that it didn't...I really wish I could."

…...

Be sure to review. Seeing that I am once again jobless and miserable, the updates might start happening more now.

And I'm really sorry this is such a fucking long fic. I might have to make it into a series that way its not to huge. So this story will end after this school year (the story school year not the real school year). And the next one will start when Matthew is a sophomore and Gilbert is a junior.

Hopefully I didn't lose to many readers with its length.