I let out a surprised yelp.

It's Gilbert.

And cue the dreaded awkward silence.

God, it's just so awkward… and silent...

I mentally slapped myself in the face. Matthew, you have to focus! The guy who's supposed to fall in love with you is right in front of you! You better make a good fucking impression!

Oh, who am I kidding? Let's face it. He's Mr. Hottie Lamatty with the Swimmers Body and I'm Mr. Nobody. I'll just accept my defeat and pay Alfred's car insurance for the rest of my life. Just fuck me up the ass right now–

Wait…

I mean, I'm bisexual, but…

"Is Gilbert even straight?" I blurted out loud before I could stop myself.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck–

"Well hello to you too." Gilbert said, a smirk playing on his lips. He closed the curtain, and moved my leg over to sit on the cot I was still lying down on.

I sat up, reluctantly making more room for him. This was good, right? We were getting closer… Now, just think of what to say and you'll be floating on the love boat train in no time Matthew!

I opened my mouth to speak, but Gilbert beat me to it.

"So what's your name?" He asked.

"Matthew. Matthew Williams." I replied softly, really nervous. First impressions are a make or break it and I sure as hell want the former and not the latter.

"Well hello Matthew Williams."

"It's just Matthew."

"Well hello just Matthew," Gilbert said with a grin. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "You look familiar. Have I seen you around before?"

"Well I've been at this school since I was a freshman so…" I said lamely.

"Really?" He asked, a little surprised, "Weren't you on the football team last year?"

I scowled a little before I could stop myself. "No, that's my brother Alfred." I replied, albeit bitterly. This is good, at least I'm not nervous anymore, just annoyed.

"I saw that."

I widened my eyes in surprise. "Saw what?"

"That scowl," he said, crossing his legs and turning his body to face me on the cot, "you're Alfred's little shadow, aren't you?"

I was surprised at his odd perceptiveness. "H-How did you know that?" I asked, voice barely a whisper. I looked into his crimson eyes, trying to see if he was just bullshitting me, but his eyes seemed serious… and it felt like he was… empathizing with me?

He looked like he was about to say something, but thought against it. "It's simple: because I'm awesome, just Matthew." He replied instead.

I didn't say anything in response, a little disappointed in his reply. I nodded a little, that nervous feeling crawling back as I looked at everything but the red eyed Albino.

"Anyways, the name is Gilbert," he said, "but you obviously already knew that." I wasn't looking at him, but I'm pretty sure he popped his collar.

I nodded absently, trying instead of think of a new topic of conversation.

"So," Mr. Hottie Lamatty with the Swimmers Body said after a moment, "what brings you to the nurse's office?" I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Why did he get to ask all the questions?

"Ms. Braginskaya thought I was sick, so she told me to go here." I answered, trying my best to act calm.

"So is that why your 6 o'clock turned into a 12 o'clock?" He asked deviously, before doing this strange laugh that sounded like "Kesesese".

My face turned red, immediately covering my crotch area. "W-Why are you looking there in the first place?!"

He just laughed that strange laugh of his.

After I calmed down a little (didn't get over my embarrassment though), I decided it was now or never. Time for Matthew Motherfucking Williams to ask a question that will make Gilbert Bielschmidt fall in love with me!

"So," I started boldly enough, "why are you here in the nurse's office?"

I mentally groaned. That was not the kind of question I wanted to ask. Way to fucking go, Matthew Motherfucking Williams.

"Well Just Matthew, Mr. Tino is a gullible ass bitch! I told him I was feeling dizzy and was feeling a migraine coming on." He replied, taking out the – of course – latest model of the iPhone.

I frowned a little, muttering more to me than to him, "he's not a bitch…" I quite liked Mr. Tino. He reminded me a bit like Ms. Braginskaya, since they were both sweet and caring.

He rolled his eyes, clicking on the Candy Crush Saga app. "Anyway, the way I did it was totally awesome. It was English class so we were reading fucking Romeo and Juliet! We were 20 minutes in when I decided I would rather stab myself in the eye than read anymore of it." Pause. "Shit shit shit shit" he chanted, focusing on his game.

"I see…" I said, waiting for him to continue.

He let out a cry of joy after a few seconds, and then continued, "Yeah so then I raised my hand was like: sir I don't feel well, I've been getting these massive headaches because Ludwig – he's my brother by the way – and I have been preparing the school dance – which is totally a lie because I'm way too awesome to plan a school dance, let alone be seen there – so is it alright if I go rest? And he totally believed me, he even told me to feel better! I know, my plan was pretty awesome, you don't have to hold the applause." He let out a laugh, which was replaced by a horrified gasp.

"Fuuuuuuck" he said, closing his game and tossing it on the cot. "Candy Crush Saga sucks shit anyway; I'm way too awesome for it."

I sighed, and then grabbed his phone. "Candy Crush seems to be too awesome for you, if you can't even beat the 21st level," I said, not really paying attention to what I was saying, because he sucked serious ass at Candy Crush and he's mocking it, mocking it, when it takes serious skill to play this game. I clicked on the app – who doesn't have a password on their phone though, seriously – and began to play.

If I had been paying attention to something other than the game, I would have noticed Gilbert's surprised reaction.

"Ouch." He said, smirking. "I'm so hurt by your lame insults."

"Well that sucks for you, doesn't it?" I muttered, way too focused on the game.

"Nice comeback, where did you get that one?" He asked voice full of sarcasm.

"From my brain, but you wouldn't understand." I retorted.

"I'm awesome, you're not, end of story." He said with an air of authority in his voice.

"If you were so awesome, you would have completed such an easy level of Candy Crush." I said, satisfied at my high score for the three levels I beat for him. I tossed the phone on his lap.

And then after a few seconds I realized all the things I said and immediately became flustered. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have i-insulted you—"

"Don't sweat it," he said with a lopsided grin, "You're pretty okay just Matthew."

And then, he smiled. It wasn't that smirk he did the whole time we talked, but a small genuine smile that seemed to fit him better. What's going on? Are we having a moment?

I jumped in surprise as the bell suddenly rang, looking at the clock. When I looked back at him, he had that smirk back on.

"Oh that's the bell. You're feeling better right?" He asked, feigning worry.

I nodded, my face blushing just a little bit.

"Good. So am I thanks for asking." He let out a grin and stood up. "Well, you're welcome for gracing you with my presence. Well, later, just Matthew."

"Bye…" I waved awkwardly.

He opened the curtain and almost walked out, but instead said "And by the way…" He turned to face me. "I'm bisexual."

And with that, he left, leaving me sitting on that cot surprised, and a little turned on.