Gilbert sighed heavily, placing his arms on the back of a sitting Austrian (ignoring the fact that he was supposed to be singing with Michelle in a couple weeks, curtesy of their managers), who rolled his eyes and removed his glasses as he turned around. They were sitting in front of a tree, where they had been meeting for the past couple of weeks after school.
"Aren't you supposed to be practicing the song with Michelle?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She's driving me crazy." Gilbert moaned, dropping to lay by Roderich. "I hate it."
"She can't be that bad." Roderich reasoned, going back to the textbook in front of him. Gilbert snorted.
"Yea, right. Alfred can't wait til she leaves." Roderich turned to him.
"Michelle isn't staying?" He asked curiously. Gilbert shook his head, cushioning it on his hands.
"Nah, she'll be gone in a couple of months or something." Roderich laughed slightly.
"Alfred can't wait for anything, Gilbert."
"True. But even Mattie wants her gone." At this, Roderich turned to face Gilbert curiously. "Shocker, isn't it? Bet you weren't expecting that. But he told me that she keeps flirting with Francis and Arthur, and they're both pretty sick of it."
"Alfred shouldn't worry." Roderich mused. "After all, Arthur is a pretty loyal person, right?"
"Yea..." Gilbert sighed. "But Francis..." He trailed off, and it went quiet for a few minutes.
"Hey, Gilbert?" Gilbert opened one eye and glanced at Roderich, who flushed lightly and looked away. Curious, Gilbert opened both eyes and leaned up on his elbows to get a better look at his face.
"Yea, Roderich?" He asked, frowning lightly. Roderich fidgeted slightly. "Roddy?"
"If..." Roderich cleared his throat and tried again. "If Michelle were to...to try going after you...would you...?" He trailed off, flushing darker. Gilbert frowned as he tried to understand what Roderich was asking.
When he finally got it, his eyes widened in surprise.
"What the hell, Roddy?" He yelped, pushing himself up quickly. Roderich buried his face in his knees, but Gilbert pulled his arms away from his legs and forced him to look at him. "Dammit, Roddy, what the hell brought this on?"
"It's-It's cause you're always with her- - -"
"It's my fucking job, Roddy- - -"
"I know!" Roderich yelled, placing his forehead gently on Gilbert's. "I'm sorry. It's just- - -" Gilbert pressed a kiss to his lips, shutting him up quickly.
"I know." He whispered when he pulled away. "It's only for a few more months, and then she's gone, and we won't have to deal with her anymore."
"Yea..." Roderich said softly. Gilbert sat back and smiled lightly.
"You shoulda said somethin' sooner if this was bugging you, Roddy." Roderich laughed lightly and Gilbert laid down again. "Besides, I wouldn't leave you for the world." Roderich sighed, and it went quiet again.
"You know, that was- - -"
"I know, I know!" Gilbert snapped playfully, turning a bright red that almost made it seem as if his face was glowing. "Don't say it, god!" Roderich laughed.
Michelle sat by Gilbert quietly, watching the silver-haired boy beside her as he lay on the grass. They were waiting for Roderich outside the school, as he had piano practice until four.
"Hey, Gilbert?" He grunted noncomitally when she turned to stare at him. "How long have you and Roderich been together?" Gilbert opened his eyes and turned to look at her.
"Why?" He asked, slightly suspicious. She smiled.
"I'm curious." She said. Gilbert snorted.
"Whatever." He muttered. "Roddy and I've been together a couple months. What about you?" He asked off-handedly. "You got anybody?"
"No." She sighed, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees. "Not yet."
"You got anybody in particular in mind?" Michelle blushed heavily.
"Ah..." She smiled shyly. "I think Arthur...or Francis..." Michelle looked at him imploringly. "Do you have any advice, Gilbert? I know you're friends with them..."
"I'm friends with Francis," Gilbert corrected as he checked his watch (3:57 p.m.) and stood up. "But yea, I have advice for both of them." Michelle leaned forward eagerly, eyes wide with hope and anticipation.
"Yea?" She prompted eagerly.
"They both have someone." He snapped angrily, red eyes narrowing in disapproval. "Someone they love very much. So back off." Michelle's face fell.
"I see..." She looked at her hands and Gilbert, shaking his head, started walking towards the enterance to the school.
"God, this sucks!" Gilbert groaned angrily, dropping into a chair by Roderich.
Somehow, someway, they managed to get the school to lend Gilbert and Michelle the auditorium for practice. And when they said practice, Gilbert assumed it meant about an hour, tops, every other day.
So far, they managed to practice the same thing for three and a half hours. And that was in one day.
"I hate her." Gilbert chanted as he closed his eyes. "I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her- - -"
"Come on, Gilbert, just a bit longer." Roderich encouraged. Gilbert laughed tiredly.
"Easy for you to say." He muttered. "You're down here, watching. God, I hate her."
"So you've said." Roderich commented dryly.
"I don't like her, either." Elizabeta said, sitting next to Roderich. "Did you hear that Arthur and Alfred got in a fight at school yesterday?"
"No." Roderich frowned. "What happened?"
"Michelle." Gilbert and Elizabeta said together.
"She tried to kiss Arthur- - -" Gilbert muttered.
"In front of Alfred." Elizabeta scowled.
"After I told her to back off of Arthur and Francis." Gilbert snarled quietly.
"She's pretty good at breaking up all the cutest couples." Elizabeta pouted, crossing her arms.
"I'm more worried about Francis and Mattie." Gilbert muttered again. "With the way Francis is..."
"Whatcha guys doing over here?" Michelle's voice came suddenly, making all three of them jump and turn. Her head was tilted to the side, a confused expression on her face at the three huddled together.
"Nothing." Elizabeta said viciously, making Roderich and Gilbert look at her in surprise. Michelle frowned lightly.
"Well, we need Gilbert to start practicing again." Elizabeta stood up.
"He'll be there in a minute." She said firmly. They had a slight stare-down, then Michelle turned.
"Hurry up, Gilbert." She called over her shoulder as she walked back. Elizabeta glared at her back.
"Watch her, Gilbert." She told him firmly. "She might go after you next."
Sorry, I forgot to mention- - -yea, Michelle is Seychelles. XD I kinda feel bad for making her the 'bad guy' (especially since no one seems to like her right now...), but I needed someone. XD
xRynnX: they are amazing. XD I need to figure a way to work them in more.
Eesti Girl: I'm glad you like it- - -and you were the first person to get it! XD
Raklortin: Thank you, I'm glad you like it. XD
Gaarahottie: it's cute? Really? XD haha thanks! XD