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Duh.
Monday seemed to show up out of the blue- for Gilbert and Matthew. The two boys just didn't know where the weekend had gone, but neither of them were disappointed to go back to school. For Matthew is was a welcomed escape from home and for Gilbert- well, he felt excited about putting his new plan into action. His plan to get Matthew to eat lunch with him.
As the albino paced in circles on the side walk next the space that Matthew usually uses, he thought back on how this plan came to be. . .
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"You've been distracted lately, mon ami," a voice interrupted Gilbert's thinking as he sat outside his house. Having nothing to do over the weekend had put him in a foul mood and left him sitting alone on his front porch. Looking up he saw his two best friends walking up the marble steps of his porch and taking a seat on either side of him.
"Yeah, is there something we don't know about?" Antonio asked as he reached for a cigarette.
"Nein," he automatically answered, but then paused. "Vell . . . I'm having some trouble vith . . . getting someone to trust me?"
Francis and Antonio locked eyes and then simultaneously erupted into laughter. After a few moments of tears-in-your-eyes laughing the Spaniard managed to pull himself together.
"Who- in their right mind- would trust- you?" he forced out between gasps. He put his cigarette back in the pack, knowing he wouldn't have the time or attention to smoke it.
A flush spread through Gilbert's pale face and he leaned over to punch his friend in the arm as hard as he could- which is pretty hard. "I'm not that bad! At least I'm not a pervert like Francis!"
Francis stopped laughing so he could defend his name. "I am not a pervert- I am an expert in l' amore. It is not my fault that mes petits flock to me."
At this Antonio and Gilbert shared a look and matching grins spread across their faces. Gilbert spoke first though.
"So Mr. K is 'flocking' is he? I vould have described it as fleeing by the vay he runs every time you come near," the German teased, referring to his friends obvious passes at their English teacher.
A wounded look came over the Frenchman's face. "He is just having trouble excepting the fact that he has fallen for the whimsical me," he said in a tone that showed how much he questioned his own words.
"I'm sure you'll get to him eventually, amigo, don't loose hope," Antonio took a swing at comforting his friend.
"Get in his pants, more like- just like Antonio and my brother with those weird Italians," Gilbert added. This comment got him punches from both sides. "Ow!" he chuckled as he rubbed his arms. The three sat laughing at their ridiculous situations together. But after a moment, Gilbert slipped back into his thoughts- most of them about a certain Canadian. His face clouded over as he tried to come up with a way to get the kid to even talk to him.
"This is really bothering you, isn't it?" Antonio asked Gilbert.
"Is it about a woman?" Francis asked.
"No- vell, he's pretty enough to be a voman," the German blushed again.
"Who?!" the other two asked together
"Matthew- Matthew Williams."
A shocked silence then settled over the friends as Antonio and Francis both tried to grasp the fact that their crazy friend had fallen for such a quiet, invisible boy. Quiet. Invisible. Boy. The first to recover as usual, Antonio started to think.
"What's the issue? You'd think you'd be able to 'get in his pants' by now," the Spaniard made quotation marks in the air as he quoted his friend. Francis and Antonio may be surprised by their friends orientation, but whatever the three did the other two would support.
The German's face turned a red so dark it almost matched his eyes. "I-I-I-I don't vant to screw him! He's interesting, that's all! I vant to see vhat makes him tick, that's it!" he insisted, convincing no one.
"Ohonhonhonhon~" Francis chuckled. "When was the last time we saw Gilbert so embarrassed?"
"Shut up!" Gilbert yelled, hiding his face in his hands. "I don't even think he likes me- vhich makes him crazy. I'm awesome!"
"Relax, mon ami. I know about shy, little Matthew. We will help you woo him!" Antonio nodded in agreement to his friends proclamation.
"It's not the vooing part I'm worried about," Gilbert said, raising his head. A hard edge showed up in his eyes. "It's getting him away from that verdammt guard dog, Ivan!"
Both his friends raised an eyebrow at this. "What does Ivan have to do with this?" Antonio asked for them.
"That schwein has decided to protect Matthew to the last breathe or something," Gilbert said with a sigh. "He's never away from the kid and he's decided that I'm no good for him."
"It's probably about what happened with Alfred ba-" Antonio started, but stopped when Gilbert gave him a glare that would melt stone. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Gilbert's gaze softened when he saw the down cast expression his friend had. "It's alright," he said with another sigh.
Giving the depressed German a half hug, Francis began to talk again. "We will detain Ivan, and you can snatch up mignon petit Matthew!"
"Yeah!" a cheered up Antonio chimed in.
But Gilbert had a more skeptical point of view. "And take him vhere? If ve're anywhere on campus that fucking Russian vill find us," he pointed out.
"Play hooky for the day with your little sweetheart," the Frenchman said with a mischievous grin. "We will make your excuses for you."
As the thought of finally being alone with the allusive Matthew sunk in, Gilbert brightened. "Alright," he agreed after a long moment of silence. "Let's talk strategy."
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And so an excited Gilbert waited, fervently hoping all went according to the plan with his two friends. He continued to pace until he saw a familiar dark blue SUV pulling through the security block and heading for the space he stood next to. The German stopped his nervous movement, placing his hands in his pocket, and waited for the Canadian with a smirk on his face.
In a quick, elegant manner Matthew parked his car, gave food to Kumajirou, and exited the vehicle. He had seen Gilbert the moment he pulled into the parking lot and had to take a deep, steadying breathe before approaching the other boy. As he drew closer Gilbert's smirk stretched into a full out smile.
"Mattie! Vhat took you so long? The awesome me has been vaiting for you for a vhile now," the albino exclaimed as he placed his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders.
"S-sorry," Matthew replied, not exactly sure what he was apologizing for.
"It's alright! You're here now so none of my plans are ruined," Gilbert said as he steered the short blonde past the school building and further into the parking lot.
"U-uummm . . . . Gilbert?" Matthew took a minute to build up the courage to ask his question.
"Yeah Mattie?"
"Where are you taking me?"
The German gave an amused laugh at the confused Canadian's question. "Vell to my awesome car- ve're ditching for the day!"
"What?!" Matthew tried to exclaim, but it just came out as a heightened squeak.
Laughing again, Gilbert drew them both to a stop in front of an original 1968 Mach 1 Mustang. The bright, spotless yellow of the car gleamed in the sun as it sat in it's space, coiled and ready to shoot off. A loving expression took over Gilbert's face as he gazed upon this speed-demon vehicle.
"Matthew, I'd like to introduce you- this, is my baby," he said, making a large sweeping gesture with the arm not hanging on Matthew's shoulders. "I pretty much took apart and put her back together, she vas in such bad shape when I found her just sitting on the road side- it vas just such a great find, I couldn't let it go. All the people at my dad's home base garage vere really helpful too. It vas an original, and I kept as many of the old pieces as possible. The only thing I really changed vas the paint job and- "
As the invigorated albino went on and on describing a play-by-play of every close call and achievement when he worked on his car, Matthew silently watched. He looked on as Gilbert's eyes went from a dulled red to a sparkling crimson as he went on talking about parts of a car Matthew had never even known existed. Worries about missing class slipped away as Gilbert's explanations become more and more enthusiastic. This went on until the first warning bell rang and brought the German back to reality.
A slight blush dusted Gilbert's cheeks when he realized he'd gone into one of his rants- he just couldn't help it! Cars are so awesome! Which is exactly what he told the awaiting Matthew.
"Cars are awesome! Now let's get going!" he shouted. Then he pulled the timid Canadian over to the passenger side and opened his low-set door for him.
Matthew stood, half of him wanting to forget all his doubts and get in the car- the other half screamed at him to run, to get out of there before he got dragged into anything too crazy. Gilbert saw the conflict on the boy's face and patiently waited for him decide what he would do. He silently decided that if the blonde didn't get in the car he would give up on him. His smirk morphed into a sad, withering smile as he convinced himself that in no universe would this sweet, innocent, intriguing boy get in his car.
Just then, Matthew made a spur of the moment decision. I can do this, he thought. This is one thing that's actually in my power! Someone actually notices me and wants to spend time with me- even if it's only for today I'm just going to go with it! With that, he slid through the awaiting door as quick as he could, before his courage could desert him.
A stunned Gilbert stood staring at the blushing Canadian as he buckled himself in. His dying grin went back to a glowing smile and he slammed the door shut before racing to the driver's side and hopping in. Revving the engine, he backed out of his parking space and slowing drove his car even further into the parking lot.
Amused but confused, Matthew watched the older boy guide his car through the rows of quiet vehicles all around, unable to figure out what exactly his plan could be. Still riding off the surge of self-confidence from before, it only took him a few seconds to build up the nerve to ask-
"What are you planning? You can't get out of the parking lot- the guards won't let you out," Matthew tried raise his voice above the purr of the engine. Even with the extra effort though, he had to repeat the question twice before Gilbert heard it.
'Kesesesese," the German gave a dark laugh. "I have my vays," he said. "You think I vouldn't have found a vay around those dummkopfs by now?"
Matthew gave a small smile- Gilbert definitely had a not-so-positive reputations. It wouldn't surprise Matthew if he had a Plan B, C, and D for getting off campus.
"Alright, I trust you," he whispered. This surprising statement made Gilbert's eyes widen and smile stretch. With a low chuckle, he took a sharp right, driving his car right over the curb and into a field behind the school. Laughing like a mad man, he sped across the plush, green grass, crushing it underneath his fashionable wheels. When he reached the other edge of the large expanse of open space, the needle of his speedometer quickly crept passed 80. The Mustang all but flew over the edge of the field and back onto smooth asphalt. Gilbert vigorously spun the steering wheel with a practiced finesse until the car turned paralleled to the yellow lines before them and- without loosing any speed- shot off once again. He threw a glance over to see how his passenger liked the ride and started to laugh again in giant guffaws.
There sat Matthew, a terrified yet hilarious expression on his face. He had his back pressed as far back into his leather seat as possible and his hands were grasping the armrests for dear life, his nails digging into them like a baby bird would cling to a branch before it's first flight. That mental image popped into Gilbert's mind and he started laughing all over again- that fit Matthew so well! He was just like a baby bird!
The Canadian opened and closed his mouth several times before he managed to speak.
"Mon Dieu! Ralentissez Gilbert! Êtes-vous en train de nous tuer!" Matthew actually shouted, his gaze switching from the road to Gilbert and back.
After a moment of surprised silence (from both boys) Gilbert laughed again. "Kesesese, calm down Birdie," he said in a voice overflowing in pride at his achievement of dragging the shy boy out of his shell- even if for a little bit. "I have no idea vhat you're saying."
"Slow! Down!" Matthew said in a quieter, but just as determined voice.
Gilbert gave a sigh, but the needle gradually dropped lower and lower until it settled at 50."Better?"
"A little," Matthew mumbled as he slowly relaxed his hands and put them in his lap. Once his heart rate got back to normal his eyebrows pulled together. "Birdie?" he asked.
"The awesome me thinks that is the perfect nickname for you!"
Blonde flyaway hairs fell in Matthew's face, covering his eyes. Careful of his odd curl, he took a hair tie off of his wrist and pulled all the fine, slippery strands back. Throwing a curious glance at the boy next to him, Gilbert kept on driving.
"Vhy'd you leave the one curl? Isn't it annoying hanging in your face?" the German asked, unable to subdue his curiosity.
"No reason," Matthew quickly replied as a blush slowly spread across his face. "It's just stubborn."
Gilbert raised a silvery eyebrow, but sensed that the other boy didn't want to talk about that topic anymore. Oh well, he thought. I'll get it out of him eventually.
After a long awkward silence, Matthew finally asked the question that had been nagging him since he heard the snap of his buckle. "Where are we going?"
And the smirk was back. "You'll see."
Translations:
Mon ami- My friend (French)
Nein- No (German)
Mes petits- My little ones (French)
Amigo- Friend (Spanish)
Verdammt- Fucking (German)
Schwein- Bastard/Swine (German)
Mignon petit- Cute little (French)
Dommkopfs- Idiots (German)
Mon Dieu! Ralentissez Gilbert! Êtes-vous en train de nous tuer!- Dear God! Slow down Gilbert! Are you trying to kill us! (French)
Authors Note: Haha! That was a perfectly subtle hinting at both Spamano and GerIta in one fell swoop! Hope you liked it- a date scene is coming up next. And did I get you guys curious about the Ivan-Alfred-Gilbert situation? I have a vague outline about that, but if you guys have ideas about that, then leave them in the comments and I'll try to work some of them in.
So I realized something and it's bothering me- almost everything in my story is relatively realistic. I mean, nothing is too far fetched. Except the fact that there are so many gay couples in this one place. It's very unlikely, and it's annoying to realize that, but I know you guys are okay with it so it's fine. You guys are okay with it, right? Right?! Oh god, you're not, are you? Oh my god, you guys hate it- I'm a failure. My story is a failure! *Begins to hyperventilate and breathes in paper bag*
I noticed that my little dash-ling-thingies that I put between scenes haven't been showing up. Sorry, I'll be experimenting with that.
Once again, if Google Translate acted like a total numnut, then I apologize.