Matthew groaned softly as light from the window began hitting his face. He rolled over onto his side to get away from it but ended up falling to the floor. This bed was much smaller then his own. He whined softly, rubbing the back of his head before getting up and back onto the bed, burring himself under the blankets in a stubborn but futile attempt to get back to sleep, not looking forward to this day. He didn't know what or why but he could just tell that it would be best just not to wake up today.

He finally got comfortable enough to go to sleep but any thoughts of sleep were destroyed when he heard the knock on the door, followed by a low creak as it opened. He slowly opened his eyes, violet meeting red. Those red orbs never failed to astonish him

no matter how many times he saw them.

"Hey….Feeling better?" Gilbert asked, closing the door behind him and leaning against it casually.

"Mmm yeah I think so…" Matthew said softly, slowly sitting up. "Thanks for letting me crash here."

"No problemo…it was pretty awesome of me huh?" Gilbert laughed. He decided to just ignore last night. As long as he wasn't confessed to directly, they could stay friends right?

"So what happened last night? I only really remember bits and pieces…" Matthew asked, scratching his head and stretching.

"Well-"

If I go crazy then will you still call me superman

If I'm alive and well, will you be there—

Matthew quickly jumped up, grabbing his phone. He pressed the talk button, smiling.

His smile quickly depleted with the greeting he got.

"Where the hell did you go?!" Alfred sounded angry.

It was understandable to him though. They had just got back together yesterday but he ditched him without a warning.

"Ah sorry Alf—"

"I don't wanna hear a sorry, where the hell are you? How could you just leave like that? Do you know just how worried mom and dad are?"

Matthew blinked at the response. Alfred had never yelled at him or talked to him like this, it was starting to irritate him.

"It really isn't any of your business where I am Alfred." He replied quickly before the other could cut him off again.

"Not my business? Dude. You just up and left us all." Alfred growled.

"well so sorry if I felt like a stranger around my own family. You never called or anything! I never even fucking knew that I had a little brother damn it! Not until yesterday!" Matthew's voice slowly got louder and louder as he was reaching his breaking point.

Alfred was speechless for a few seconds, never having heard his brothers voice so loud even over a phone. He quickly recovered, growling out a response.

"Well I don't have to be the person to pick the phone first you could have called me too, dude!" He snapped into the receiver.

. "You changed numbers and i was never given it! Dad never gave it to me, and you never called, so how was I supposed to call you without it, Alfred? I'm not fucking magical! I can't just read your mind! " He snapped into the receiver tears started to prick the sides of his eyes but he refused to cry, not for someone who abandoned him, even if it was his brother, they left him and he needed to get that through his brother's thick skull. He was hurt and he needed to know.

His brother was so silent, he almost thought he had hung up but after a few minutes of agonizing silence, his brothers voice rang through though it sounded different.

"Just come home" And then a loud buzzing noise was all he heard.

Matthew sat there silently, holding the phone to his ear, as if waiting for his brother to start laughing, saying it was a joke like usual but, that never happened. He and Alfred got along great, but just like other brothers, they had their fights but Alfred would always brush it off as if it were nothing. This time was different, Alfred had hung up on him.

"You okay?"

Matthew jumped, Gilberts voice bringing him out of his thoughts and back to the present.

"Ah yeah….sorry. My brother was just being annoying…." He trailed off.

Gilbert sat there waiting for Matthew to continue but was shocked when he just got up and started gathering his things, his clothes that Gilbert had washed and dried last night.

"I'll wash and return your clothes at school…." Matthew said hurriedly, heading for the door.

"Woah! Where are you going?" Gilbert asked, quickly getting up to block the other from leaving.

"Home."

"Why?"

"I have to…"

"You don't sound very convincing. Besides…I don't think it would be a good idea to leave while wearing only boxers…considering my boxers seem to be a bit big on you." He grinned sheepishly down at the blushing Canadian who only just now seemed to notice or had forgotten and was just reminded.

He had sort of noticed, or at the very least, acknowledged that his clothes had been changed, last night but he had been to tired to really process it all. Now that he was wide awake, and he was staring at the person who had removed his clothes, who was his long time crush, He was fucking embarrassed!

He quickly ducked under Gilbert's arm and out of the room, clothes clutched to his chest. He was determined to find a bathroom to change in but as he wound around the corner and headed down a staircase, he found himself in the living room, surrounded by Gilbert's rather large family.

They all just stared at him as if he was a rare creature that had accidentally wondered into their mist.

He could feel the heat rising on his face as he stared back at them. He let out a small squeak before turning on his heel to go back up the stairs, colliding right with Gilbert.

'Could this day get any more awkward?!" He thought as he stared up at Gilbert, who seemed to be amused by all this.

He whined a bit before ducking under him once again and headed back up the stairs and into Gilberts room, shutting the door loudly behind him and leaning against it as if his life depended on it.

He slid down it until his butt hit the ground, curling in on himself in an attempt to help himself breath normal once again. Not only had he embarrassed himself around Gilbert, but his family to!

He groaned loudly, hitting the back of his head against the door a few times before huffing out and getting up. He quickly pulled his own clothes on, maybe that would help him calm down?

Fuck no. They smelled like Gilbert!

He nibbled on his lip in an weak attempt not to give into temptation. Too late. He took a long sniff of his favorite hoody, now liking it even more. He might never wash this again.

After another long few minutes of sniffing his clothes like a creeper. He composed himself to the best of his ability and walked back out the door, heading down stairs with his head as high as he could get it and still be able to see his oh so interesting converse.

And Cliffie~3

Gomen! Its been awhile since we posted….and its short but its better then nothing right? xD