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So I'm still recovering from the shock of actually finishing such a long chapter and didn't start on this one until it hit me: I FINISHED A 4,500 SOME WORD CHAPTER~
Then this one came about about 1,000 words more than that one.
Practically died of a happiness heart attack xD
The only thing that managed to somewhat kill it is having to use text lingo (which I'm a total fail at 'cause it sooo eats away at my soul)
Anyway, I changed my mind about the whole Matthew forcing Kumajiro to let him call Kumajiro thing to this chapter because I was like "(OAO) Chapter three be so damn FAR AWAY!" and it seems to easily play into where I left off with the last chapter. But, it just won't go "Yo, Imma call you Kumajiro no matta wut!" "Okay (*v*)" No, I gotta play with it a bit cause playing is fun `(OvO `)
(PLEASE, MATTHEW, HURRY AND GET HIS NAME RIGHT SO I CAN WRITE "KUMAJIRO" MORE OFTEN!)
Let's roll!
p.s just as a warning, my itunes was really depressed while I wrote this so, yeah, prepare for some probably light angst towards the bottom.
Night13: I see you have disabled your PMs. That makes replying to your review very hard. So here: Wouldn't that just be a dream? Thanks, bro.
It had been about week since the little tent incident (which they hadn't taken down yet, it was simply too cool) and Kumajiro was trying to push that stupid name on Matthew still and he was also trying to pretty much play house with him; Kumajiro being the husband, and Matthew as the wife.
"So, Kumajyro-"
"Matthew, I would appreciate it if you would use my human name." Kumajiro scolded him once again one Saturday morning as he fried up fish (he had learned ho to cook it himself so that way while Matt was at school he wouldn't starve) and some pancakes and hash browns.
"No, I will not call you by that name because it is not the name I gave you and it's stupid." Matthew simply said, his more aggressive side starting to show. He was getting sick of Kumajiro acting so stuck up with that stupid name.
"Fine." Kumajiro smirked and set the ladle down. "But only if you get it right and I get a kiss." Matthew really shouldn't have been surprised by this, but, alas, he was.
"K-Kuma-"
"Na-nuq." He sat in Matthew's lap. "So, what's it gonna be?"
"You sneaky little... human." But Matthew quickly pecked his friend on the lips and scavenged his mind for the right answer, desperate for the right answer. He inhaled deeply and Kumajiro was practically jumping up and down with pure bliss. "Kuma... jir...y." The second that Kumajiro's face fell, so did Matthew's for he knew he had lost.
"Looks like it's still Nanuq. At least I got a free kiss out of it." Nanuq chuckled to himself and went back to cooking.
"Um, Kuma-"
"Deals a deal. Call me Nanuq."
"Fine, Nanuq, do you realize you look very, uh, feminine wearing that frilly apron?" Matthew asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I find it makes me look quite appealing. Not that I wasn't already, onhonhonhon~" Matthew was beginning to regret letting Francis bear-sit Kumajiro when they were younger and Matthew had his hockey matches.
"Whatever, anyway, I was wondering if I could try again." Matthew was preparing his nerves for that damn sacrifice again as Kumajiro flipped the fish.
"Nope." Wait, what? "Only one try per day. As much as I'd like to steal another kiss from you, it's fun watching you get flustered just because you can't call me by my real name." He teased and Matthew simply turned pink and began to beat his head against the table. "Matthew, I demand you cease that at once for your pancakes are complete." Matthew thankfully stopped and instead ate his emotions (seriously, how was the kid not the size of the planet?).
Kumajiro sat down and ate his salmon much slower, watching the angry human scarf down pancake after pancake. The only thing that really sickened Nanuq was how much syrup he consumed. After he finished, he took the plates to the sink and Nanuq followed him with his own, still wearing that stupid frilly apron.
"Thank you, Ku- Nanuq." Matthew reached for the plate and didn't see it coming when Nanuq leaned over and licked his cheek.
"Goodness, Pancake, you have syrup everywhere!" he teased using his mother's nickname for him before skipping off. Matthew, on the other hand, was not feeling in the least bit giddy. He felt like his face was going to explode and quickly made his way to the shower to clean himself up. Of course when he went into his room, he found Nanuq setting up a little flag outside of the tent, it had the Canadian flag in the background with pictures of Matthew and Nanuq drawn on it rather messily.
"Do you like it?" If Nanuq had been born a dog, Matthew had a feeling his ears and tail would never stop wagging.
"Yes, it's very original and creative." Matthew replied, searching for clean clothes.
"When you are done cleansing yourself, we must discuss something quite important." Nanuq said, hands on his hips.
"Alright. Sounds like a plan." Matthew pulled out his phone and saw that Gilbert had texted him, asking if he wanted to hang out.
Cnt 2day. Already made plans w/Nanuq. Srry
whateva I c how it is. Ditching ur best friend 4 sum guy who rdmly shows up ur door
I told u hes my friend from a loooooong time ago
At this, Gilbert quit texting him. Matthew sighed as he stripped down and got in the excessively warm shower. He really shouldn't be practically trading Gilbert for Kumajiro like he may have been recently, but, y'know, he couldn't really help it.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he could. He could let Nanuq out into the world and let him make his own friends. He was desperate to be human after all. It was decided, that tomorrow he would hang out with Gilbert and force Kumajiro to make new friends so that his social life would return to normal.
Matthew stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He held his glasses in his hand, waiting for the fog on them to clear up. He walked down the hall to his bedroom where he knew Kumajiro was going to be. He peered into his room and could hear Kumajiro shuffling around in the tent so he booked it for he dresser, whipped out a pair of boxers (because he's manly) and quickly shoved them on. After he had at least accomplished that, he was able to look through his drawers for clothing to wear. Well, as usual, his mission became impossible due to the fact that a finger had hooked onto the hem on the back of his boxers and had slowly began to slide down.
"Matthew~" Kumajiro, purred. Matthew yelped and pulled up his underwear.
"Naquack! What are you thinking? I need these." Matthew grabbed a random pair of pants and quickly forced them on. Unfortunately, when you try to do something like that that quickly, you tend to fall on your ass and then your lusty friend decides to crawl into your lap.
"Matthew, I want to play in the rain. I want to experience the cold droplets on my skin." Kumajiro's eyes were half lidded and... was he trying to seduce Matthew?
"O-o-okay!" he quickly squirmed backwards and out from under Kumajiro. "When the next thunderstorm comes along, we can go outside and... sit there or something?" He finished pulling his pants up and quickly threw his shirt on before bolting out the door.
Nanuq sighed to himself. Why was Matt so stubborn? Seriously. He stood up at the sound of Matthew's footsteps coming back.
"I'm s-sorry for just running out like that... Nanuq." Matthew had to practically fry his brain just to remember that stupid name.
"That's alright, Matthew. You remembered my name so it's all better." He wiggled his fingers in a rather adorable fashion and Matthew turned and walked away to go find a thermometer. He had to have a fever if he was actually starting to find this human Kumajiro adorable.
In the bathroom, Matthew pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, not unusually warm. Hmm, why was he feeling this way then? He tapped his fingers on the counter when his phone went off.
Sup, pancakes?
Not u 2 gil! D:
keseese~ sorry, but I had 2!
… no u dnt! D':
woah now... Ill call you sumthing else... how about Birdie? :)
…
C'mon matt! I said I was sorry! I even thought up a cute nickname
fine. You can call me birdie if u'd like.
Kesese~ I knew ud giveinto my charms, bidrie
Bidrie?
Birdie*
hahaa, alrighht. Oh ya, what are u doin 2mrw?
Nothing, why? Wanna hang out, Birdie?;)
actually, ya.
REALLY? What about that OTHER guy? :|
not sure. Maybe he can mak new friends?
Like who?
.. AL! :D
Matthew exited that conversation and texted his brother who unfortunately lived with his biological father.
Al, can you do me a favor?
Sure, wassup pancakes?
/ignores the pancakes statement I have a friend that wants to learn how to be a hero and I figured ur the perfect guy to teach him :D
OMGSHJHDSJCGBXJKDGS MATTIE YOU FOUND ME N APPRENTICE? :
Yeah, sure, can u watch him, oh, say, 2mro?
I'm Jeff Ubetcha!
Lay off the Fairly Odd Parents, eh.
NEVA~ it's too heroic
whatever u say
;)
dnt wink at me.
;)
;)
;)
;)
;)
;)
Matthew went back to the other conversation and ignored every stupid emoticon he got.
Alfred sounds perfekt
Matt?
Birdie?
OHGAWDHEATEYOU!
BIRDIE! DON'T WORRY! I"M COMING TO SAVE YOU
CAUSE I'M AWESOME
SO DON'T
I REPEAT
DO NOT CALL THAT STUPID BROTHER OF YOURS TO SAVE YOU
… Do you not remember that my mother had threatened to put a restraining order on you if you ever return?
… fml. What if one day you actully need me? Then what?
Then I suppose it would be OK 4 u to cum here
… LO-FUCKING-L BIRDIE
u
so totally
said
CUM!
… the people I associate myself with (=_=")
u KNOW u love me ;)
oh yeah.. the whole je t'aime and all that jizz
I knew it (QwQ) Ich liebe dich, birdie
Matthew decided then was a good time to let him go. Mainly because he wasn't completely sure how to respond. He pressed his forehead against the mirror, happy for the cool against his skin, hoping to quell his light blush. He opened his eyes slowly as if he were in a dramatic movie. Why did Gilbert have to be such a tease? Matthew finally finds himself crushing on someone after three years of high school and it ends up being his only true friend (well, I suppose it kind of makes sense). He swallowed, just thinking about Gilbert made his stomach feel all flippy and warm. He smiled to himself as he thought about his friend. He unconsciously held the phone in his hand a little tighter, loving but hating the warm feeling spreading all throughout his body. He had the sudden urge to call him up and tell him he loved him but knew that would so fuck up everything, even if Gilbert teased him almost constantly.
"Matthew." He looked up at Kumajiro in the doorway.
"Yeah?" He stood up straight again, embarrassed to be caught while thinking such private things.
"Well, I was thinking that you could try again. With guessing my name again." He put his hands behind his back and swayed back and forth, seeing if Matthew would take the bait. Matthew surprisingly turned to him, a determined smile on his face.
"No, you'd laid down the rules and I'm determined to follow them." This would have seemed more cool if it hadn't all been whispered. Kumajiro simply shrugged and walked away.
And thus began Operation: Remember That Stupid Nanuq's Real Name.
\(^v^)/
Day 1: Kuma-
It was breakfast time, Matthew had decided this would be the time he would guess Nanuq's real name because he was half asleep and could make stupid decisions easier.
"You ready to guess?" Nanuq was wearing that stupid apron again as he made French toast and bacon (Canadian style, bitch "In other words, ham?").
"Y-yeah." Matthew sat up straight and waited for Kumajiro to come steal a kiss. Nanuq frowned at him.
"You look too serious. Could you loosen up a bit and actually pretend you enjoy me kissing you?" He rubbed a temple and placed the other hand on his hip.
"Al-alright." Matthew relaxed and smiled a bit. "Better?" he was answered with a gentle peck on the lips. "Okay, I'm gonna say... Kumajoey!" Nanuq couldn't help but chuckle at Matthew's face. He seemed so sure. He pinched one of Matt's cheeks.
"Not quite, cher." He let go and went back to making breakfast, singing a song he must have heard on the radio.
Matthew sighed to himself and put his head on the table, wishing he could just die when the doorbell rang and one loudmouthed Americanadian (was born in America but his dear mum was Canadian and he was raised in Canada).
"Im here! Where's the hero to be?" He came into the kitchen and sat down, looking at Matthew. "Hey, sup, bro? Is that him?" Matthew looked at Nanuq.
"Nanuq, this is my brother Alfred." Nanuq waved with a spatula, already knowing who he was from the constant visits. "He's the guy who I told you about. The one who is going to teach you how to be a hero."
"Mattie! You don't sound happy about that at all! Is it because you're worried I'll go to hard on him? Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first. LOL IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M GONNA MOLEST HIM!"
"Nanuq, I hope you can overcome his obnoxiousness. He really is a good guy at heart." Matthew said as Nanuq handed him his plate of breakfast foods. He simply grunted in reply.
Matthew checked the time on the oven beside Nanuq, which his brother took as him checking the other boy out and stored it later for evil purposes. Matthew had to meet Gilbert in three minutes so he quickly shoved his food down his throat, practically killing himself in the process, before rushing out the door, calling out apologies and good-byes.
Once he had slammed the door shut (on accident in his excitement), Alfred leaned back in his chair and Nanuq took a seat across from him.
"So, Nanuq, what do you want to learn?" Alfred smiled at him.
"How to make Matthew fall in love with me."
\(^v^)/
Matthew reached the park, panting but just as Gilbert pulled into the parking lot.
"Hey, Birdie, wanna get some ice cream? I know this awesome place where they sell jizz worthy ice cream." He called, leaning half his body out of the car. Matthew nodded, too tired to speak.
"Ice cream sounds great. Especially when it seems like we're God's personal brownies being baked." Gilbert laughed, opening the door for Matthew. "But seriously, why is so hot today? I didn't think it could ever get this hot out here?" Matthew complained. He hated the heat and would much rather be in a blizzard right now.
"You're so awesome, you know that, Birdie?" Gilbert complimented the shy boy who, as he had hoped, turned a cute shade of pink.
"G-Gilbert," Matthew looked at his friend from the corner of his eye.
"Ja, Birdie?" That nickname was just so cute and fun to say.
"I'm not paying for both our ice creams." Gilbert laughed, not expecting that at all (okay, kind of expecting it.
\(^v^)/
"Wh-what?" Alfred sat up correctly in his chair at the stranger's request.
"Teach me how to make Matthew fall in love with me, please." he added the manners to the end this time, hoping to make him more willing. "He is your brother after all. And I haven't seen him since we were very young so I don't know how to go about, uhm, "woo-ing" him."
Alfred felt very wise all of a sudden and Alfred feeling wise was not a safe thing.
"I see, I see." He rubbed his invisible 'stache. "So you are also in love with my brother?"
"Wh-what do you mean also?" Nanuq hadn't expected for there to be competition.
"Of course! My brother is quite adorable and there are a lot of people I know who like adorable things." Alfred pulled a hamburger out of his pocket and Nanuq had to use all self control not to vomit everywhere when he took a bite out of it.
"Well, who is it and how do I get rid of them?" Nanuq was completely focused in on the conversation now.
"I suppose this other albino guy is your main target. I can help you get rid of him because, trust me, I hate the guy, too." Alfred reassured him. "Here's our plan of action." the two leaned towards each other all awesome and great like.
"And then I just... kiss him?" Nanuq leaned back. Man, he had totally forgotten how much of an idiot this guy could be.
"Yeah!"
"And you're sure it will work?" Nanuq crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair.
"You have a hero's promise." he placed his hand over his heart. "Besides, who could possibly know Mattie better than me?" Nanuq thought about it before sighing.
"I suppose you're right. Okay, so, when will the two return?" Nanuq glanced at the clock and noticed it had only been about an hour that Matthew had left.
"Soon, their outings usually only last about an hour, maybe an hour and fifteen minutes."
"You sound like a stalker." Alfred shrugged his shoulders.
"I told you, I hate that guy so I worry about Matt and sometimes I feel like an over protective father when I watch the clock." The two laughed at the mental image of Alfred in a rocking chair, toothpick in between his lips and shotgun in his hands. This guy is so much more tolerable when I'm a human. Nanuq thought to himself, enjoying the friendly atmosphere.
"Hey, tonight, I planned on going out with a couple friends to a club, you and Mattie should come. I'm sure you'd like my friends, though they aren't exactly the most normal of crowds to be in." Alfred flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs up as a car pulled into the driveway. "Ooh~ let's go watch and make sure he doesn't kiss Matthew!" Alfred stood, excited, and Nanuq followed, his heart pounding at the thought of anyone else kissing those lips.
\(^v^)/
Gilbert pulled into Matthew's gravel driveway to drop the kid off, content with the day they had. Now just to add the icing to the cake.
"Thanks for the ride home, Gil." Matthew smiled as he opened the door. "Also, thanks for paying for my ice cream. I'll make sure I pay you back by the end of the week." Gilbert had had to cover for Matthew because he left his wallet at home, not expecting to have to buy ice cream.
"Yeah, no problem. Hey, Matt, c'mere." Matthew stuck his head back in the car as Gilbert unbuckled himself and leaned into the passenger seat. Matthew's heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per second as he reached up, placed his hand on the back of his neck, pulled their faces closer and-
"MATTHEW~!" had the moment so ruined by one, loudmouthed Alfred and one glomping Kumajiro. Matthew screamed out in surprise as he was pulled away from the car, not far but still out of it, and held protectively to Nanuq's chest.
"Thanks for giving Big Bro a ride home. See ya, Gilbert!" Alfred saluted and slammed the door shut. Gilbert glared through the window at him and looked over to wave good-bye to Matthew but instead was met with glaring pitch black eyes that clearly read "GTFO or I'll slit your throat" which of course, Gilbert returned the glare with a smirk that clearly read "Challenge accepted." and began to back out of the driveway, planning to text Matthew later to flirt with him some more and hopefully plan a get away tonight.
"Matthew! I was so worried about you! I had no idea where you had run off to!" Now Matthew was being suffocated by Alfred. He tried to escape but when he did, he ended up back in Kumajiro's arms.
"Oh, Matthew~ we were so worried!" he said as he nuzzled his head. "Weren't we, Alfred?"
"Indeed! So, to make it up to us, you're coming with us to a club tonight. Meet me at my place around ten. See ya!" Alfred left, waving good-bye and only received one wave good-bye in return from Nanuq.
Kumajiro and Matthew were left in a relatively awkward silence, Kuma still holding Matthew in his arms, squeezing ever so tightly, until Kumajiro sighed and rested his head on Matthew's shoulder.
"Na-Nanuq? Are you alright?" he shook his head. They still had an entire day together, considering it was just barely turning eleven. Matthew turned around and backed up a bit and placed his hand on Nanuq's forehead.
"Hmm, you don't seem to have a fever..." Matthew thought for a second, his tongue dipping out of his mouth and to the side the tiniest bit. Nanuq wanted to desperately capture that tongue with his own amongst other things, but his heart was aching too much.
His heart. The reason he was like this in the first place.
He pulled away from Matthew and bolted inside and up the stairs, bewildering the poor blond, and hid in the tent. He crawled under the covers and tried to smother himself with the pillows. Tears burning at the edges of his eyes. Damn, why couldn't he control these stupid human emotions better? He supposed he may as well let the pillow soak up his tears.
He sat alone for maybe five minutes before he heard Matthew coming up the stairs and into the tent.
"Nanuq?" Matthew went to remove the pillow but Kumajiro held tight.
"Go away, Matthew." came a muffled growl. "Stupid human." he added just 'cause.
"Nanuq, I want my cell phone back." Matthew said. He had noticed that Nanuq had hijacked it before running up the stairs.
"Too bad, I ate it." he replied. Matthew sighed and laid down on the pillow next to his friend.
"Nanuq, please can I have my phone back?"
"No."
"Why not?" When Kumajiro replied that time, Matthew couldn't understand him. "What? I didn't catch that." Kumajiro lifted the pillow up just enough so that his mouth was uncovered.
"Because it's your connection to him." Matthew took that chance to tear the pillow off. He was shocked to see Kumajiro's eyes red and puffy and his cheeks wet. Kumajiro was shocked that the pillow had been torn from his face and quickly shut his eyes and rolled over.
"Were you crying?" He tried to look at Kumajiro but he rolled over so that his face was in his own pillow.
"Fuck off, Matthew." Matthew was taken aback by this. Usually the guy is trying to make Matthew come closer to him, not push him away. When Kumajiro rolled over a bit and still saw Matthew there, he glared at him, tears renewed.
"Get out, Matthew." He said once again, this time his voice weaker and more forced sounding. Matthew could tell he was on the verge of a break down so he respected his friend's wishes and left.
Kumajiro listened to the lock click shut before letting it all out, anger and sadness planting themselves deep in his stomach and making him feel sick. The worst part was he had set himself up so that Matthew would argue and force him to let him stay. Let him stay and comfort him.
Maybe becoming a human wasn't such a good idea. They had far too many fucking emotions and they were all too hard to control.
Matthew went back upstairs around 12:45 with a plate of freshly cooked rainbow trout. He opened his door and walked over to the tent. Peering inside, he discovered Kumajiro sleeping, curled in a fetal position and mumbling in his sleep. Upon closer inspection, Matthew could still see the trails of tears and a pillow that was thrown off to the side was soaked in one spot. Matthew felt terrible and unsure on how to fix this let alone what the problem was. He set the plate down and covered his friend before turning the lamp off, picking up the plate, and exiting.
Once downstairs, he put the fish in the fridge after covering it. The house was silent save for the sound of the television in the other room. Matthew didn't like it at all. It felt too melancholy to be his home where there was usually laughter or singing or just talking in general. He wished he could talk to Gilbert about it, but his phone was still being held hostage by Kumajiro.
He sighed, feeling a little bit lonely without the constant noise, and who knows when Kuma was going to wake up. All he knew was that around ten, he would be surrounded by noise. Something better than noise; music, bass, people who just want to let go. He could feel relieved that he would become one of those people tonight. It felt like that was one of the few places where he was seen. Everyone was seen at places like that.
So he decided it wouldn't hurt to start going through his clothes to see what he had to wear to the club. Knowing Al, it was gonna end up more like a rave than anything. He picked through his closet, trying to find something suitable. The most he found were a pair of black skinny jeans (that he knew he'd die in if he wore them) and a t-shirt with some band on it. Looks like that's what he was stuck in. He placed his outfit on his bed when Kumajiro came crawling out of the tent. He looked up sleepily at Matthew and just stared for a moment before going backwards and back into the tent. Matthew rolled his eyes as he watched the blue light turn on, go from blue to pale then to red? What?
Matthew walked over and tried to peek into the tent, but was stopped when Kumajiro's head came out and the two hit heads pretty hard.
"Ow~" Kumajiro rubbed his forehead and looked up at Matthew angrily. "I'm kicking you out of the tent for tonight." he said before taking the flag from outside and bringing in. Matthew listened as he heard a lock click open, a door shut, close, then lock again.
D-did he have a safe or something in there?
"S-so are you still going to the club with Al and I tonight?" Matthew tried. There was silence for a moment before a piece of paper came flying out in the shape of a paper plane.
Yes was scribbled on it. Looks like Matthew was getting the silent treatment. He sighed and crumpled the plane up and threw it away.
InsideLeTent
Kumajiro threw the stupid little flag into the safe he had in there along with that stupid phone with that stupid Gilbert's number in it and locked it. He liked the way the red glowed in the tent, it fit his mood better than the light blue.
"S-so are you still going to the club with Al and I tonight?" He heard Matthew ask him. He reached over for the notebook and pen he had and jotted down "yes" before tearing out the paper and making a plane and throwing it out the tent. He heard Matt sigh and throw his note away. He looked over at the clock in the tent and saw it was barely turning two. Eight more hours before he was able to go hang out with Alfred and company and clear his mind.
He pulled out Matthew's iPod that he had modified for his own personal usage. If there's anything he learned about being a human is that sometimes, music is all you've got to be happy. So he turned on a song and took it's advice. He took a couple deep breaths, let his mind clear, and relaxed his entire body. He listened to the entire song before he took out the headphones, let a smile creep on to his face and left the tent. Looking around him, he found Matthew was still in the room, just playing video games on his television with the sound off. His heart beat a little faster at the thought that he did that for him, so as not to disturb him. He crawled out of the tent and on to the bed behind Matthew and wrapped his arms around him.
"Are you winning?" He asked, putting his legs on either side of Matthew, still hugging him.
"No, not really. I keep dying at this part." Matthew replied, not even noticing their position.
"Remember when we would sit like this, except I was in your lap and practically just a teddy bear?" Kumajiro suddenly said, mouth next to Matthew's ear. It was then that he realized the position they were in and a blush slowly crept into his face. When he tried to move, Kumajiro held him in his spot.
"Don't move, please." He rested his forehead on the Canadian's back and sighed. "I miss being this close to you, so please just... let me sit like this for awhile." They both grew quiet, and once again, Matthew was uncomfortable because of it.
"Uhm, Nanuq, what are you going to wear to the club?" Anything to break the silence. This seemed to actually perk him up a bit. He jumped up and stripped down to everything but his (actually Matthew's) boxers and ran out into the hallway.
…
Well, you could say Matthew was a little confused.
"This!" He came strutting in wearing a pale blue/green shirt that was form fitting on him, the sleeves came down ¾ the way and the collar was wide and showed off his neck, collar bones, and a majority of his shoulders. He was wearing a loose necklace with a silver dragon on it that came down to about his midriff. For pants he was wearing black skinnies like Matthew's and a pair of black and green Chuck Taylor's were on his feet.
"What d'ya think?" He asked, a smile on his face.
"W-well," Matthew thought he looked great. Really great. "I like it."
"You still aren't allowed in the tent tonight."
ANGSTANGSTANGST
damn you, Imogen Heap and Jason Mraz
PER CHE, DIO, PER CHE? I feel like I'm digging myself a really deep hole by making Matt and Gilbert like each other so much but I can't help it! D: Like, I'm not even a huge PruCan fan but whenever I write Matthew I can't help but throw in some and it more or less sucks! Seriously, I write better PruCan when they aren't supposed to be together D: But, have no fear! Matthew is definitely, just, y'know, very fucking and painfully slowly falling for Kumajiro. (That was mainly for myself xD)
So I had planned on Matthew guessing Kumajiro's name this chapter but it seemed like this one was never going to end so I'll put it in the next one... I hope.
**headdesk*
And I decided I'm not going to write the club scene. Too lazy and that would require finding friends for Alfred and more pairings would appear and OH GOD THE SUBPLOTS ARE GOING TO START NEXT CHAPTER BECAUSE, OHEY, MATT HAS TO GO BACK TO SCHOOLLLLLL! FFFEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
On a happier note, I so want a tent that awesome.