Sweet Symphony

Chapter 7

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(Zelda-FF betas X3)

"D'awwwh Matt you're ADORABLE! You blush every time you come in here."

"It's not my fault you have raunchy pictures like that on your walls. It's very awkward for me."

Matthew was trying very hard to look anywhere but at Eliz's bedroom walls, which happened to be covered in a plethora of yaoi pictures and whatnot. As it stood though, almost none of her roomwas safe from the male on male theme.

"Oh chill out, it's not like you haven't seen those body parts yourself. You have them for crying out loud!"

"Yeah… but I don't plan to expose them like that! It's indecent!"

"Oh really? Not even if a certain band director asked you to?"

Matthew's face was painted crimson by his bewilderment as he sunk down in Eliz's purple desk chair, opting not to answer her question. She didn't even bother hiding her amusement from him. She had mercy on him though and moved them from her bedroom of blasphemy to the living room to play Super Smash Bros Brawl.

They played Brawl for a while, switching games multiple times afterwards, and finally ended up playing Just Dance 2-courtesy of Eliz's choice, of course. After the song had ended, she threw herself on the sofa.

"Ughhhh, I'm thirsty~! Oh hey, why don't we go down to the convenience store at the corner? Come on, I'll buy you a slushie!"

With that she was up and full of energy once again.

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Matthew and Eliz were moving along the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, slushies in hand. Eliz was, as per usual, going on about something or another, laid back in the typical summer mood. Said good feeling was dashed in mere seconds when they passed by a simple blue house. It wasn't the house that had doused the mood, however; it was who Matthew spotted outside.

"Hey Mr. Jones!"

Eliz called out cheerily.

Why the torture?

"Oh hiya Mattie! And Eliz!"

Mr. Jones beamed at the two of them.

"What's up?"

Eliz and Mr. Jones conversed and Matthew did what he did best, staying silent and unseen. Unfortunately, this did not last for very long.

"Mattie, you okay?"

Mr. Jones looked directly at him, all worried looks and concerned tone of voice.

"Y-yes. Why?"

Matthew hadn't stuttered around Mr. Jones in so long, but after realizing the almost-feelings he had for his blue-eyed, bespectacled teacher, things had changed.

"You just look a little flushed. Do you wanna come inside and rest for a bit?"

"Ah, no thank you."

Matthew tried so hard not to let how much Mr. Jones was affecting him show, but failed at it, apparently.

"Awwh, don't be a party pooper Matthew! Let's hang out with Mr. Jones."

It didn't take much to guilt Matthew into obliging, and with little bravado the two teens entered their director's home. Matt wasn't all that worried; Eliz was with him, so he wasn't alone with Mr. Jones. This would be just fine. Right?

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"I'm home, Papa!"

Matthew returned home some time later and was neatly taking off his shoes by the door.

"Ah were you at Elizebeta's that whole time?"

"Yes sir."

Matthew had never been a believable liar.

"Where else did you venture today? You're a dreadful liar, you're aware of that, non?"

Matthew hung his head a bit for even attempting to pull one over on his Papa.

"Well I also spent some time at Mr. Jones'."

"Alone?"

Francis had a perfect eyebrow raised at his son, half amused, half stern.

"No! Eliz was there too!"

"Oh, pity, and here I was thinking you were chasing a love interest."

His father's tone was back to being playful and teasing. Matt sighed; shouldn't a parent be a little more concerned if their teenage son might have had a romantic relationship with a twenty-seven year old man? Matt just didn't understand his father sometimes.

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"Kesesesesesese~!"

Gilbert was staring intently at the laptop atop his knees as he sat on his bed..He was uploading photo after photo of a blushing Matthew and grinning Mr. Jones, many picturing Matthew looking embarrassed or awkward while Mr. Jones had some form of physical contact with him. Though there were many good shots, his favorite was one in which Matthew was leaning back on the couch, Mr. Jones reaching towards the student's lap. In all actuality Mr. Jones had just been reaching for a remote lying between them, but due to Gilbert's awesome camera angle it looked like so much more. Gilbert printed his best captured images, perfect for a little blackmail. Gilbert just wanted Matthew to know that Mr. Jones was not available to him in the slightest if he didn't want the compromising photos spread around.

It was near 3 am when Gil made his way to Matt's house with the pictures and some tape in his drawstring backpack. Like every good stalker, Gil already knew where Matthew lived. He even knew which window looked into Matthew's bedroom. The curtains were drawn, but that was fine; Gil had watched the other boy long enough to see that he opened them every morning. He pulled out the contents of his bag and set to work taping up the photos and a small note that read:

"Let this stand as a warning, that I am always watching. You can't have him. Unless you want everyone to have these lovely photos."

Gil felt such power knowing what he now held over the blonde. He had to make a mad dash away to not be heard as he let out a laugh of pure mirth. He felt great, finally throwing his plan into motion.

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No! No no no no no!

This was not happening. Matthew took in the images left on his window and read the note. He felt sick, but he knew exactly who had left them: Gilbert. He and Mr. Jones weren't what they seemed though! Sure, he'd been rather bashful looking in every frame captured, but it wasn't because of anything Mr. Jones had done. Well, the thought of the Airhead incident… though that hadn't been captured on camera, thank God. Still, these photos made everything seem so horrible! They didn't even show the fact that Eliz had been sitting just across from them. They only gave the illusion that they were doing something unsightly in plain view.

Matthew was still so caught up in what he felt for Mr. Jones, but now he had his plate full with threats from a jealous party. He honestly felt like bursting into tears. In a frantic rush of nervousness, he ran outside, still in his nightwear, to rip the incriminating pictures from their very visible place. He felt his blood run cold; those pictures hadn't gotten there on their own. That meant Gilbert knew exactly where he lived, knew exactly where he slept. He gulped down his rising fear; he wasn't even safe at home anymore. He looked around the yard in paranoia. He was scared and frankly, the one person he wanted to run to would only get him into more trouble. He reentered his room and immediately closed the curtains, flicking the lights off as well. Even though he'd just gotten up fifteen or so minutes before, he crawled back into the comfort of his warm bed and stared up at the ceiling, dumbfounded and terrified.

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Matthew did his best to avoid his teacher, but almost every time he went to Eliz's he saw him outside, grilling burgers or something. Sometimes he was coaxed into staying to chat and would be ushered inside. Though the visits were nice and getting to know Mr. Jones on a semi-personal level was amazing, Matthew hated seeing him. Why? Simple really; every morning after an encounter with Mr. Jones, there'd be a new picture accompanied by a number on his window. He didn't exactly understand why the numbers had started coming-as it was he was up to nine-but the number increased every time he happened to see his teacher. It was really weighing down on him. He knew the logical thing to do would be to tell someone about what was happening, but he was too concerned that if he did, Gilbert would in fact spread the distasteful pictures and Mr. Jones' career would be put at risk. He kept quiet but these constant threats via his window were really taking their toll; his stress was high, and thus he was losing weight. By this point, he looked rather twig-like.

A/N: Gil is back! (: thoughts? Reviews are always nice! Btw HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW :3 7/1 Canada Day (: Short chapter is short though :c