"I don't think this is a good idea anymore." Roderich said firmly. He and Gilbert sat under the tree again, watching people walk by. "Are you listening to me, Gilbert?" He called up. Gilbert's face appeared in front of him as the albino hung off the lowest tree branch.
"I know, Roddy." He told him. "I don't, either. But I don't have a choice in this."
"She left Arthur and Francis alone." Roderich pointed out. "Why is that?"
"Maybe she found a new target." Gilbert mused. "Which may or may not be good."
"And I know it's work-related and all..." Roderich fidgeted slightly. "But I can't be with you two all the time, and..."
"Shhh..." Gilbert dropped out of the tree, enveloping Roderich in his arms. "Don't worry, Roddy- - -the Big Bad Bitch won't get me." Roderich smiled humorlessly at Gilbert, who bent down and pressed his lips against Roderich's.
He decided it wasn't the best time to tell him that Michelle had already tried to break him away from Roderich. Besides, they trusted each other enough that they could stand together against her, even with her stupid lies.
Right?
Gilbert turned the hallway at the school and stumbled into a strange scene.
Roderich was standing, hands clenched, in a defense position across an extremely smug-looking Michelle. Clearing his throat loudly, Gilbert managed to gain their attention, the furious look in Roderich's eyes fading when his violet eyes met Gilbert's crimson, faded into something softer, something more...insecure.
Gilbert felt fury run through him as he realized they were Michelle's next target.
Her smug smile faltered when Gilbert stormed up to them, his bookbag swinging behind him, and placed a protective arm around Roderich, pulling the slightly shorter male against him firmly.
"Leave him alone." Gilbert snarled quietly, a dangerous look in his eye. Michelle glanced at Roderich before walking away, smirking lightly.
"See you tomorrow for our performance, Gil!" She called back cheerfully.
Gilbert watched Michelle stood alone in the middle of the stage, holding a microphone stand in one hand. Taking a deep breath, she released the stand to begin.
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." Gilbert joined her, microphone in hand. Without glancing at Michelle, he started his part.
"Yeah/I could use a dream or a genie or a wish/To go back to a place much simpler than this." He took a breath and continued, ignoring Michelle when she reached out to touch his shoulder. "'Cause after all the partyin'/The smashin' and crashin'/And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion/And all the pandemonium and all the madness." He looked into the faces of his peers, searching desperately for the familiar violet eyes.
He couldn't find them, just as he knew he wouldn't. Roderich had called ten minutes before the performance to tell him he wouldn't be going.
"There comes a time when you fade to the blackness/And when you're starin' at that phone in yo' lap/And hopin', but them people never call you back." He scanned the crowd quickly- - -Antonio, Lovino, Francis, and Mattie were here...Vash and Lilli...Arthur and Alfred, though they were sitting as far from each other as possible...Feli was behind his brother..."But that's just how the story unfolds/You get another hand/Soon after you fold/And when your plans unravel in the sand/What would you wish for if you had one chance?"
Gilbert had been pissed, of course, and it was only Elizabeta's reassurance that she would try to talk sense into her relative and see if he could come anyway that kept Gilbert from completely ditching the entire thing.
"So airplanes airplanes/Sorry I'm late/I'm on my way/So don't close that gate/If I don't make that/Then I switch my flight/And I'll be right back at it/By the end of the night." Sighing, Gilbert gave up, long enough to suddenly grab Michelle as she leaned onto him, wrapping her arms around his waist (what the hell- - -they didn't practice that!)
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?" Gilbert glared at her subtly- - -she didn't even let him finish...
"Shooting stars." He echoed.
"I could really use a- - -"
"Wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." They sang together.
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?"
"Shooting stars." Gilbert muttered as Michelle grabbed his arm gently with her free hand.
"I could really use a- - -"
"Wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." Gilbert pulled his arm out of Michelle's hand, pulling away from her completely.
"Yeah/Yeah/Somebody take me back to the days/Before this was a job/Before I got paid/Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank." He noticed Elizabeta out of the corner of his eye, peering curiously into the crowd. When her face fell, a worried glint in her eye, he swallowed thickly. Michelle's subtle jab in his side brought him back. "Yeah back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway/And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it/But now days we rappin' to stay relevant/I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes/Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days."
"Before the politics that we call the rap game/And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tapes/And back before I tried to cover up my slate/But this is for Decatur/What's up Bobby Ray?" He didn't like this song- - -he had a horrible feeling (seriously? Damn instinct starts setting in now?) about the whole situation. Sending a silent cry for help to Elizabeta on the side, Gilbert forced himself to finish the song. "So can I get a wish to end the politics/And get back to the music that started this shit/So here I stand/And then again I say/I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes."
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?" He shook Michelle off again when the girl grabbed his arm, sending a subtle glare at her- - -what the hell was she tryin' to pull?
"Shooting stars."
"I could really use a- - -"
"Wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." Michelle spun quickly as they sang together- - -Gilbert didn't even notice.
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?" Michelle pointed to the sky, her brown eyes wide.
"Shooting stars." Gilbert muttered absently, still looking fruitlessly.
"I could really use a- - -"
"Wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." As the song ended, Michelle by Gilbert's side, Gilbert continued to look for Roderich, even though he knew that he wouldn't find him. He glanced to his left at Elizabeta, who shrugged helplessly.
Michelle grabbed his face suddenly, turning it towards her and pulling him down for a kiss.
Startled, his hands instinctively went to her waist, calmly but firmly trying to push her away. Her arms went around his neck (god dammit, she was strong for a girl!) and he couldn't get her off.
When she finally pulled away, he glimpsed violet eyes briefly before they disappeared again.
Fuck.
Well. This is interesting.
Y'know, there were only supposed to be three songs...but this somehow managed to worm it's way in there. Huh.
Erica Anna: thank you, I'm glad you like my story.
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