Mathew awoke the next morning to the smell of something burning, which at first alarmed him greatly until he heard, "Fuck you fucking stove piss of shit! How hard is it to make fucking pancakes? Fucking fucker mother fucker!" The blonde haired man smiled as he heard something hitting against metal, which he presumed to be Gilbert's foot. He sat up, much more slowly this time, and pivoted his body so his feet were on the ground. He gradually stood up fully and was glad when dizziness did not take over. He took shaky steps over to the kitchen where he saw Gilbert hunched over the sink, washing something off his hand. Upon closer inspection he found that his hand was a lobster red and Gilbert's face was twitching, wincing. Mathew walked more steadily and tapped a finger on his back.

The albino jumped a bit and turned to face his company. A smile formed on his features, "Oh hey! Look who's up! I was just makin' breakfast!" He hissed a bit and instinctively drew his head back to the burnt limb when it had been slowly turning away from the cold water. Mathew walked to his side and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Gilbert caught the expression, "Oh, guess you heard all that huh?" and he smiled when he received a nod. The giver of the gesture wished that he at least had his writing pad to put, 'How could I NOT?' Mathew gave what would have been a sigh and mouthed slowly, 'What can I do?' Gilbert's brows furrowed for a second, deciphering the oral movements and then raised, "Oh! Uh…some ice from the fridge." He nodded his head in the direction of it. Mathew went to go retrieve some as Gilbert slowly wrapped his hand in a washcloth. He returned and gave a handful the cold cubes to Gil, "Thanks." He said and balanced the things as to not drop any. He slowly made a dome with his hand over the other covered one, the ice granting him relief, "Ah man, frozen water never felt so good." He chuckled and then his eyes widened, "Oh hey! Sorry you must be hungry and I kinda- I-I mean uh the stove was being all stupid and burnt the pancakes! Ya know those stupid machines just can't handle the awesomeness that is me!" Again, Mathew raised an eyebrow in which he received a smile and shrug.

The blonde made his way over to the stove and grimaced at the sight, sauces and other unknown stains splotched the what would be white stove top. The top right burner was missing, and the top left one had only a half of it remaining. The bottom right held the pan where Gilbert had been trying to make their breakfast, the burnt pancake batter serving as evidence of his failure. And the bottom left held an empty, but still remarkably dirty pot. Perhaps to make something else as well for their meal. He shook his head and took the pan to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. He drew the faucet to his side and turned the handle to the hot side. Mathew scrubbed the tool vigorously, and after a few minutes it was finally usable again. He turned his head to the left to find Gilbert simply watching him, his hand still covering the other with ice and cloth. Mathew turned away before he had time to get caught in that startling gaze. He placed the pan back on the burner it was originally on, the smell of burnt batter still lingering in the air. He searched the neighboring countertop and found the mixing bowl full of the creamy brown liquid.

He dipped his finger in and cautiously drew it into his mouth, he was surprised to find that Gilbert had mixed everything correctly. Well, mostly. He went to the fridge and got out some milk, pouring it into the batter, and then placing it back to the cold box. The blonde then found some butter, added a block, and returned it. He continued to perfect the mixture until he needed one final ingredient. He turned to the albino, who was still just watching him with an expression he couldn't place. His hand was now unwrapped, slightly healed from the numerous passing minutes although pink skin now took place of his usually pale color. The blonde made his writing gesture and Gil nodded over to the table next to the couch. Mathew walked over to it and grabbed the pad and pencil that had been left there. He scribbled, 'Cinnamon?' and held it to his companion. "Hm…I'm not usually a spices kinda guy, so I dunno…there might be some in that cabinet over there." He pointed to said cabinet and Mathew walked over to it. He opened the door, placing the pad and pencil on the countertop, and he could just barely read a label on the top shelf marked '-nnamon'. Although the rest was wrapped around the cylinder, he was sure it was the spice he was looking for. He reached toward it and frowned when he his fingers couldn't surpass the shelf the spice was on. He lowered his head and stretched toward it, but to no avail. He felt a slight warmth against his back and looked up to see Gilbert, reaching over him to grab the cylinder. The albino lowered himself to his normal height and held it out, smiling. Mathew quickly grabbed it and turned away, trying his hardest not to think of the other man's body pressed against his own. As he mixed the spice into the batter and made his special pancakes he began to think about his sexuality.

Of course he had wondered about it before, on more than one occasion, especially as he was entering his teen years. He had noticed that he took much more notice in the guys in his classes than the girls. Not in an attracted sort of way, but he took notice of them more nonetheless. So of course he told his father, the person he told everything to. It was as he was explaining that sometimes this sort of thing happens, that he knew he was…'different'. He loved the way his father's eyes sparkled, those brilliant blue orbs. And his hair, that beautiful blonde sweep of hair. And as he was hugged by that man, he loved how his arms were wrapped so firmly yet carefully around him. How he could feel the strength flowing though his muscles, how if he were to be put into danger he wouldn't doubt this man's protection. Protection that perhaps a woman could not grant based on the situation.

Mathew knew he loved his mother as well because; of course she was the one to grant him life. She was beautiful with long golden hair that resembled her father's in color. And her emerald green eyes sparkled like the jewel they resembled. He saw his mother as beautiful, but simply not as beautiful as his father. He saw this kind of beauty in the other man in the kitchen as well, he saw it in his crimson eyes, his snow white hair, and his toned body. But most of all he saw it in the kind of person he was, the kind that would help other's in a second's notice and that somehow, Gilbert could see him. Who is invisible to the world.

"Mathew!" A chuckling voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "I-I think that's enough!" Mathew's eyebrows furrowed and he caught sight of the plethora of pancakes he had created. He finished the one cooking in the pan and added it to the plate, which Gilbert had placed before he could pile them onto the floor. The blonde washed the pan in the sink as the albino set the fluffy goodness onto the table, along with a couple of plates and of course, syrup. Mathew took a seat next to Gilbert, who was piling half (which would be a little over twenty) of the pile onto his plate and lathering them with syrup. Mathew took only a couple, not wanting to upset his stomach with pancake overload. "Mh my Ghd!" Gilbert cried out through his mouthful of pancakes. The other looked at him alarmed, wondering if he had made them wrong while he was caught in his thoughts. The albino swallowed and cried out, "These are amazing Mathew! " He shoveled the rest down in the minutes that followed as Mathew only finished his two. Gilbert leaned back and patted his stomach, "Best breakfast, ever."

The blonde couldn't help but turn a few shades of pink, of course his pancakes were the best. When his dad had to leave early for work some days, his mom forgot to wake him up for breakfast. So he learned to make it himself, and developed his own special recipe. Mathew cleaned up the table while Gilbert stayed in his chair, taking ice cubes from his drink and tending to his hand with them. Mathew grabbed his notepad when he was done and took it to the table, 'Glad you liked them.' He wrote. The other nodded, "Yeah they were amazing!" The air became quiet, a sort of awkward silence. That was broken when Gilbert asked, "Hey um, if you want to leave you can. When you're better I mean!" Mathew quickly shook his head and wrote, 'No I like it here! And I like being with you! I'll only leave when I'm not welcome!' When the blonde looked up and showed the other, he could've sworn that Gilbert's face had gone from pale to a light pink.

But then he smiled and it was his face that changed colors, "Well then I guess I have a roommate! Because I don't mind your company either…" The albino gazed into Mathew's eyes with something the latter could not place. He refused to look away from those crimson eyes, those pools of extravagant wine. Mathew quickly added, 'Besides I have nowhere else to go.' Gilbert simply nodded and then rose from his chair, "Here uh, I guess I can show you to your bedroom. You aren't going to get any better sleeping on that couch." He chuckled and Mathew followed him. He was lead to a hallway with three doors going against the left wall, while the right was decorated with extravagant paintings and small tables with vases of flowers. And then the blonde's eyebrows furrowed, now he knew he had known Gilbert for less than a day, but he also knew that something was….strange. When he had seen the stove, it was dirty and unkempt as were the pots and pans.

But the rest of the house was extravagant and neat, everything tidy and clean. It could have been that the stove was messy from just that morning, but it was like everything else was a bit too clean. He was pulled from his thoughts when they reached the middle door and Gilbert opened the door.

Mathew would have gasped if he could as he was introduced to a world of lavender. The walls were painted the light purple shade, as were the bed posts. There was a small table that held a crystal vase filled with beautiful orchids in full bloom, and paintings of flowers hung about the room. A bowl of lavender potpourri hung from the ceiling by the bedside. The curtains were an opaque light purple, draping carefully over the twin windows on either side of the bed. The bed held a huge mattress that could have contained an elephant if it wanted to sleep there. And the bed posts rose in twists, and then connecting all four posts was a crowing crystal structure. It glimmered a faint purple which reflected the color around the room as the sunlight hit it.

The blonde walked forward and felt one of the orchid's petals between his fingertips. He drew out the pad that was tucked beneath his arm and the writing utensil from his pocket, 'It's so beautiful.' He wrote. And then surprising himself, he yawned as a chuckle reverberated around the room. "Remember that you are still recovering." He opened his eyes when he finishing the sleepy gesture and when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You still need to rest." He felt a shiver course through his spine when he heard the other man whisper and lead him to the bed. He sat down and laid back, his lids getting a little heavy and sleep beginning to blanket over him. Mathew mouthed, 'Okay' slowly. Gilbert pulled a light purple quilt over the other body and layered the curtains to darken the room. Mathew snuggled into the pillow as Gilbert began to walk out of the room. He was too tired to hear someone whisper, "I know it's beautiful…" before the door clicked and sleep overcame him.

Yep this chapter is just…fluff. But I promise much more will go on next time. Okay a few notes

*Haha, Gil…

*Okay I have read a LOT that Mathew puts cinnamon in his pancakes so…he puts cinnamon in his pancakes dangit!

*I've noticed I use 'he' a lot…sorry

*So ya curious about what Mathew was thinking about? If you think about it having the house all clean isn't exactly Gilbert ya know? Hmmm…wonder what that's about! (DUN DUN DUUUUUUN)

*I couldn't believe how many people but me under Story Watch in such a short time! It means a lot ya'll! Please wright a comment or something, lemme know what ya think~!