Matthew turned on the shower to almost scalding hot and stepped in. He undid the knots in his tense shoulders and didn't hear the knock on his front door. Gilbert opened the unlocked door and stepped in. "Hello?" he called out, receiving the sound of the shower in response. He walked up the stairs and put his ear to the door hearing Matthew give himself a pep talk. "Ok ok. Everything's going to be fine. It's just a dream. Gilbert isn't scary and he didn't actually kiss you. Everything's going to be fine. Just ignore the presistant bugger and he'll eventually go away." Matthew said to himself, still rubbing his shoulders. Gilbert clenched his fist against the door and gritted his teeth. 'He thinks I'm scary? And he had a...nightmare where I kissed him? What the fuck?' he thought resisting the urge to barge into the bathroom and get some anwsers. He walked out of the house, still slightly enraged. 'I'll talk to him tomorow. He cant hide from me forever.'
Alfred walked throught the door after a very fufilling evening with his boyfriend. He saw Matthew sitting on the couch staring at the blank T.V. screen. Alfred went over to his brother and sat down. "Mattie, do you have something to tell me?" he asked, staring at his expressionless brother. "No." Matthew said flatly. "Matt I want to, no, I NEED to help you with this. Just talk to me. What happened in your dream that got you so upset?" Alfred said with concern. "You want to know? You REALLY want to know?" Matthew almost yelled at his brother, who just nodded shocked. "Its Gilbert. Fucking Gilbert. He's the monster plaguing my dreams. And not only do I see him almost ALL fucking day, but he's pretty much STALKING me. AND in the god damned dream he KISSES me. How the hell am I supposed to accept everything ESPECIALLY WHEN I LIKE IT." Matthew yelled before bursting into body racking sobs.
It took Alfred a moment to process everything. His shy, quiet, cant-hurt-a-fly little brother just screamed at him. About Gilbert. And how said person kissed him in a nightmare that had been plaguing his brother for several years. AND his brother liked the kiss, even though it was just a dream. He furrowed his brows in concern and pulled his brother close. "Matt there has to be an explanation for your dream. Why don't you just talk to Gilbert? See what he has to say. And if you want, I'll be right there with you so he can't try anything. Just, don't hurt yourself. I don't think I could take it again." Alfred said, his fear showing through.
Matt pulled his brother closer. "No Alfred! Of course not! I would never put you through that again!" he said softly. "And as for the talking to Gilbert idea...are you sure it will help?" "Positive!" the older of the two said happily. "I even asked Iggy! He said it was a great idea!" Matt raised an eyebrow. "Freddy was this before, during, or after sex? Cause his reply varies and you know it." Alfred blushed but punched his brothers shoulder. "Before you twit. And why did you call me Freddy? You havn't used that nick name sense mom and dad died." The Canadian blushed and shrugged. "I dunno. It felt right I guess. Alfred, do you think he could help me get over this?" He said looking at his brother fearfully. Alfred smiled reassuringly. "Yeah. I do. Now tell me...Do you like him?" he asked excitedly before his brother blushed, punched his arm and mumbled "Yes."
((Ok so Matthew started getting the nightmares like 3 years before this takes place at the end of their freshmen year. His and Al's folks died in an accident caused by a drunk driver. He had always been quiet and shy but after that he tottaly closed up. When he started having the dreams he tried to kill himself because he was so scared. After that Alfred payed special attention to his brothers dreams making sure he wouldent try it again. And about the shower scene if Gil had walked in he so would haved raped Mattie xD I mean, who can resist an naked, soaking wet canadian? -shotbrickedmurdered- Although in the next chapter or the one after that i will possibly write smut for Gil and Mattie. Please review and tell me if im doing a good job writing as the characters! I dont care if you cut down my story unless its uncalled for. An artist can't improve untill they learn from their mistakes and improve upon them. Thanks for reading!))