I'll paint you mornings of gold.
I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
Though we're strangers 'til now,
We're choosing the path
Between the stars.
I'll leave my love
Between the stars.
-"As The World Falls Down" David Bowie
Matthew woke up slowly the next morning, not quite registering where he was for a few hazy moments. The blond yawned a wiped at his eyes, slowly realizing he was still wrapped up in Gilbert's arms.
He blinked in confusion, before he remembered what had happened the previous day. Matthew shivered before pressing close to Gilbert again.
Matthew tried to close his eyes and fall asleep again, but Gilbert woke up, grinning sleepily at him. "G'morning," he muttered, running his fingers through his bangs.
Matthew's face flushed lightly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Good morning, Gilbert," he said softly, surprised again when the albino leaned forward and kissed Matthew's forehead lightly.
The blonde flushed, before a sudden realization broke the peaceful moment and he quickly sat up. "Oh crap! It's Monday! We have to go to school today!" He said quickly, looking over at Gilbert's clock.
Gilbert shrugged, getting up and going over to his dresser. He pulled out a shirt eith the Prussian Eagle on the back, it's wings spread and a crown in it's talon. Matthew had seen him wear it many times.
"Here, you can wear this. I can go make breakfast while you get ready. The bathroom's across the hall if you want to take a shower," he said, and Matthew nodded, getting up and following Gilbert out of the room.
Gilbert continued on into the kitchen while Matthew headed into the bathroom to shower. He turned the water on and undressed, stepping under the warm spray of water.
Matthew let out a pleased hum, quickly washing his hair and taking a few minutes to simply stand under the water to let it run over him pleasantly.
Matthew jumped in surprise when Gilbert knocked at the door, quickly turning the water off and wrapping a towel arou d his thin frame.
"Yeah?" he called out, quickly pulling on the shirt Gilbert had given him, then his boxers and jeans.
"Breakfast is ready when you are. Let me know when you're done, I'm gonna shower after you," Matthew tossed his towel in the hamper and went to open the door.
"I'm already done. Do you want me to wait for you to start eating?" he asked, smiling at Gilbert softly. He shook his head a little, carefully stepping past Matthew as he went into the hall.
"No, no. You go ahead and eat," the albino said quickly, opening the closet and pulling out another towel for himself.
Matthew nodded a little, heading into the kitchen to go eat the eggs, bacon, and toast Gilbert had made.
The blond swore to himself that he would make his 'world famous' pancakes for the other one day.
The food that Gilbert had made was delicious. Matthew gladly ate his fill, and after about ten minutes Gilbert came into the kitchen, his hair still drippig slightly.
"I'm gonna cook for you sometime," Matthew muttered around a mouthful of the fluffiest eggs he had ever had the fortune of eating.
Gilbert started to protest, though he paused when Matthew pointed his fork at the pale teen's face. "No buts! I insist. It'll be a thank you for yesterday, and this delicious breakfast."
Matthew watched Gilbert sputter for a second, laughing softly.
"It's really not that big of a deal, Mattie," he tried to insist, but Matthew shook his head, getting up and going over to wash his plate.
"When should we leave for school?" Matthew asked, glancing warily at the clock as he washed his plate.
Gilbert shrugged a little, glancing over at the clock himself. "Whenever you want to, I suppose. Do you need to be there early for anything?" he asked, finishing his own food and getting up to join Matthew at the sink.
"No, I don't. Do you?" Matthew asked, smiling over at Gilbert softly. It almost felt like the two of them were a young married couple or something. It was actually a very nice feeling.
Matthew couldn't resist. He leaned over and kissed Gilbert's cheek, his face flushing darkly as he squeaked and pulled away, running off to go grab his backpack from Gilbert's room.
Surprisingly, Gilbert didn't say anything when they left for school, the two of them getting out of his van and heading into the building.
Gilbert stopped Matthew before he could head off to his locker, hugging him for a few long moments, before he kissed the top of his curly blond hair.
"Have a good day, Birdie," he whispered, pulling back and smiling down at him. Gilbert's cheeks were a bright red, made more obvious by the pale color of his skin.
"You too, Gil... I'll see you at practice," he said softly, his own face flushed deep red by now.
"Okay... Ich liebe dich, Matthew," he said softly, a whisper Matthew could hardly hear, before he turned and nearly ran in the other direction.
Ich liebe dich?
What in the world did that mean?
Matthew blinked in confusion, watching Gilbert jog away to class.
Only when the other had turned a corner did Matthew head to his locker, then nearly sprinted to his own class.
He had seen Francis and Antonio in his Home Ec class before, and by this time he knew a bit about them, since they were Gilbert's best friends, and the snowy pale teen talked about them often.
He never expected them to approach him though.
"You are Matthew, oui?" the flamboyant Frenchman asked, gently setting his hand on Matthew's shoulder.
He nodded, looking between the two curiously.
"I am. Is there something I can do for you?" he asked politely, tilting his head at the other two.
Francis shrugged a little. "Can we work with you today?" Antonio asked, a bubbly mass of energy next to the calm blond.
Matthew blinked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Yes, of course you can," he replied, smiling at the pair.
Class went rather easily, with Matthew and Francis talking like they were old friends, and Antonio even joining into their conversations briefly.
It was a rather sudden change when Francis suddenly rested hus hand on Matthew's arm.
"May I ask, Matthew, why you're wearing Gilbert's favorite shirt?" He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
Matthew blushed lightly and looked down, fiddling with the hem of the shirt. "I-I... he gave it to me this morning."
Francis' eyes lit up in an almost predatory way. "This morning?" he questioned, leaning closer to the timid blond.
Matthew nodded a bit, just barely managing to squeak out a reply of "Y-Yeah, I stayed the night last night at his house," he said softly, his face flushing darkly.
"Did he say anything?" the French teen asked, raising an eyebrow.
Matthew blinked, then nodded. "Yeah, he said something this morning. I didn't understand it though... Ick liver dick or something," the blond admitted, looking up at Francis.
His eyes were wide in surprise. "Ich liebe dich, you mean?" he asked,not completely ruining the German words like Matthew had.
Matthew nodded, and Francis gave a surprised little gasp of something in French. "Matthew, do you know what that means?" When Matthew shook his head in response, Francis continued, "Gilbert said he loved you, Matthew."
Matthew's eyes went wide and he flushed darkly. "Wh-What!?"
Francis nodded. "Matthew, Ich liebe dich means I love you in German."
Matthew's head spun with this new revelation, though he felt lighter, like he was made of air. "I-I-" he started to say something, but the bell rang, jarring the lithe blond from his thoughts.
He hurriedly helped clean up, nodding towards Francis and Antonio befire he rushed out and headed to the play's rehearsal, unsure of whether he'd actually have a chance to talk to Gilbert or not.
He slipped into the auditorium about ten minutes late, not surprised to find Gilbert already on stage, practicing his lines with another few actors. For some reason they were in their costumes, and as soon as Matthew stepped in he was whisked off by the girls doing costumes that year.
Before he knew it, they had shoved him into a changing room with a pile of lavender and gold satin.
Matthew should have known. He should have expected for them to put him in a dress. He was playing Juliet, after all. It only made sense.
-Gilbert's POV-
Keeping an eye out for the flustered blond that had been dragged away, Gilbert faltered a bit on his own lines.
Would Matthew have figured out what he said by now?
When he finally spotted the blond almost forty minutes after he dissappeared, he literally stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide and jaw slack.
"Wow.." he breathed, looking over at Matthew in awe. He had to admit, the girls doing cistumes and make up knew what they were doing.
Matthew looked... adorable, his usually owlish eyes glimmered in the light, their violet color brought out by the black that rimmed them.
The dress, surprisingly, suited him very well, showing off the curves that were usually hidden beneath baggy shirts and sweaters.
Gilbert could have sworn he had fallen in love with the blond all over again.
The director was confused by Gilbert's pause, turning to follow his gaze over to Matthew.
"Ah, youre finished! Come on, come on. We're about to practice the kiss!" He called out, and Gilbert could see Matthew's eyes widened, though he nodded and stepped up on stage.
"Now, I assume you two will want to do a fake kiss, so the best way to do that is for Gilbert to sort of hold your cheek, and rest his thumb over your lips. That gives the appearance of a real kiss"
Gilbert nodded then, but simply reached over to grab Matthew's hand and tug him closer.
He hesitated for only a brief moment before he rested his hand on the back of Matthew's head, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
And God Dammit, it was just as awesome as he thought it would be.
Heeeey Guuuuys ^^;
So I know this is probably the longest I've gone without updatin this, and I'm so sorry. I just got a job at the end of December so the only chances I have to write are in classes ;-;
As of now I do have all of this story written and finished, unless I plan to add onto it... I kind of want to keep this short and sweet though, so kt doesn't drag on like all of my other fics.
Let me know what you think; I love reading reviews from everyone 3
-Rain