Matthew's heart pounded in his chest as he stood outside the bathroom by the gym. He knew Gilbert was in there, waiting, smiling smugly, with his arms crossed. Taking a deep breath he walked inside and found the room to be empty. NO Gilbert, no crazy albino. Matthew's shoulders dropped as his body relaxed. Walking over to the sink he stood there. The water started to poor out with a temper mental hiss. Matthew looked up slightly at the mirror and saw someone standing there. He turned around sharply. Gilbert moved in dangerously close to Matthew's face. Wide-eyed, Matthew fell backwards into the sink, spraying the back of his shirt with ice cold water. This caused his to yelp and jump forward into Gilbert. "Wow, that was entertaining," Gilbert said with that smug smile of his glowing brightly. Matthew jerked away from him with his cheeks dark red.

"You scared me! What are you doing so close?" Matthew snapped back at him, making Gilbert laugh.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked, moving closer to Matthew and snatching his shirt collar in his hand. Matthew's heart skipped a beat. Gulping, he nodded his head. Gilbert smirked, "I was hoping you would say that." Suddenly he claimed the blond's lips with his own. Matthew's eyes got huge and he gasped in surprise. Gilbert took advantage of the gasp and invaded Matthew's mouth. Matthew shoved the albino away.

"W-what, what was that?" He blushed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"A kiss," Gilbert licked his upper lip.

"I know that! Why did you kiss me? Pervert, you could have at least asked me out first." Matthew crossed his arms and started shivering from the cold feeling his wet shirt gave him. Gilbert's smile faded and he pulled off his shirt to reveal another shirt underneath. He tossed the shirt at the shivering blond.

"Put this on, we can't have you wearing a wet shirt all day. Go on sweet hips," Gilbert said. Matthew shot him a dirty look before removing his wet shirt for the dry one. Matthew wrinkled his nose, pretending to hate the smell. Gilbert's cheeks turned red, the blond looked pretty sexy in his white and black shirt. "Hey, kid, if you're willing to give me one last chance… I would love to take you out one night."

"You're an idiot. Do you even know my name?" Matthew asked, tugging at the shirt. It smelled so good, it was maddening.

"Umm, well, I don't, but if you tell me I will," Gilbert said and watched as Matthew rolled his eyes at him.

"No one ever remembers my name, or even notice me at all."

"Well, I noticed you. Come on birdie, what's your name?" He smiled and inched closer to Matthew, the smile growing even more seductive with each inch. Matthew's heart started to beat faster.

"M-Matthew, I'm Matthew," He said, Gilbert now once again dangerously close.

"Cute name."

After school Alfred ran out to tryouts, texting his mom the whole time. He saw the team on the field and Arthur under the bleachers, smoking a cigarette. He walked past him and met those blazing green eyes. Arthur watched him join the team with a huge smile and a laugh. He couldn't help but to laugh at how stupid Alfred looked in the uniform. Alfred showed off a little once he noticed that the Brit was watching him. The team on the other hand didn't notice Arthur, but they were becoming more and more impressed.

At the end, Alfred ran to Arthur covered in sweat. Arthur wrinkled his nose, "You stink." Arthur took an inhale of his cigarette.

"Sorry, I'll take a shower when I get home," He smiled and shook his head like a wet dog, sending sweat droplets flying everywhere. "Hey, do you wanna play Xbox360 at my place?" He asked before taking Arthur's cigarette and dropping on the ground to put it out with his shoe. Arthur crossed his arms.

"Sorry kid, but I don't think I'll be welcomed in your house. I mean, have you seen the way I look?"

"I don't care, I like the way you look," He said, the smile fading off of his face from the seriousness. Arthur's cheeks took on a pink tint and he was forced to look away. "Come on, my mom will love ya."

"Fine, git, I'll go with you," He said and looked over towards the football team. They were watching with a hateful look. He ignored them and walked with Alfred. The two of them talked all the way to the house. Arthur couldn't help but to like the American. For an idiot, he was pretty smart. Alfred opened the door to his house. Tossing his bag to the side, he kicked off his shoes. "Please tell me you're going to take a shower. Your smell is making me sick," Arthur plugged his nose and gagged. Alfred laughed, stripping out of his shirt and tossing it at the Brit's face, "Ahh, sick. Bloody hell man," Arthur pulled the shirt off of his face and tossed it violently to the floor.

"It's not that bad, but hey, if you want me to take a shower, fine. Feel free to roam around. My room is upstairs to the left." Alfred walked past the stairs to the downstairs shower. Arthur's curiosity took over and he crept upstairs and walked rite into the bedroom. The first thing he noticed was the two beds, which lead to next thing he noticed, which was the blond on one of the beds.

"Alfred? Bloody hell, how did you get up here?" He gasped, stepping backwards.

"Umm, I'm not Alfred… I'm his twin brother. Who are you?" Matthew asked as his cell phone started to ring. He ignored the call after seeing who it was from.

"Arthur, your brother asked me to play Xbox360," He explained. Matthew nodded in understanding. Arthur walked in and sat on the other bed. Now that he really looked, the other blond didn't really look like Alfred. His hair was longer, wavier, his eyes were more purple than blue and he had a more feminine look. "So, who called? I'm not trying to pry but you seemed very intent on not answering." Matthew's cheeks turned red and he looked at his hands.

"Just someone… who tricked me into going into the bathroom, who kissed me, and then asked me out." He didn't mean to confess but it all just slipped out like wet soap. Matthew's blush got darker.

"So you must think this person is attractive."

"What?" Matthew gapped, looking up with his eyes wide.

"Well, you must fancy them enough to have given said person your number," Arthur smiled and laughed as Matthew's blush reached his ears. Matthew's phone started to ring again. This time he replied with a text.

"Hey, Arthur, can you do me a favor a not tell Alfred about this. He would freak out," Matthew gave him the cutest puppy-dog look that he just couldn't say no to.

"Sure, it'll be our little secret," He smiled and Alfred walked in with only a towel around his waist. Matthew turned his phone off and looked over at Arthur who was watching Alfred digging in the closet for clothes. Matthew raised his eyebrows.

"I can't find my sweatpants," Alfred said, pulling a plain white shirt over his head.

"The gray ones are in your dresser at the top," Matthew said, gesturing with his hand. Alfred opened the top and pulled out the ugliest pair of sweatpants Arthur even had the displeasure of seeing. They were gray but certainly stained from foods and earth. Alfred pulled them on and smiled at the Brit. Matthew rolled his eyes and flopped onto his bed and looked at his phone. "So, you two are going to play Xbox, right?" He asked, turning the phone back on. Alfred nodded, grabbing Arthur's wrist and pulling him to his feet.

"Yeah, hey, hey Mattie, could you make us some food?" Alfred asked, grinning. Both Arthur and Matthew rolled their eyes as Arthur pulled him out of the room. Alfred showed his the way to the living room, "We just got it few days ago, so we only have one game." That game turned out to be 'Call of Duty.' Taking the controller, he sat on the love seat. Arthur sat next to him.

The love seat wasn't roomy, their legs pressed close together. Alfred tried to scoot over but there was no room to move to. Arthur stood and moved to the floor where he felt the top of his head petted like a cat.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Petting your hair. Most people have really dry hair when they dye it some odd color. But yours is soft and nice," Alfred said with a smile and petting the hair a few more times before starting the game.

Matthew's phone rang and rang as he debated on answering. But as last he clicked the little green phone button. He hesitantly held it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hey Mattie, open you window," Gilbert said, a playfulness in his voice. Matthew froze and looked over at the window. The curtains were closed. Climbing off the bed he walked slowly to the window. Outside there was a tree that reached all the way to, about a foot under the window. Alfred used it to sneak out to the movies one.

He ripped the curtains open and outside the window stood Gilbert. The albino smiled and tapped the window. "Let me in birdie. I got to tell you something." Matthew closed the curtains and screamed. Luckily for Gilbert, Alfred had the volume of the game turned up loudly. Matthew slowly peeked the curtains open and sure enough Gilbert was still there. "Come one sweet hips, you know you want to open your window and let me in. Please, I promise I won't touch you." Gilbert smiled as his fingertips tapped on the glass.

Matthew just stared at him in wonder. After all, he went from the invisible boy to being stalked. But he unlocked the window and let Gilbert inside."Why are you here… wait, how did you find my house?" Matthew asked, closing the window. Gilbert smiled and pointed out the window.

"I live just down the street. I saw you walk in when I rode the bus home." He grabbed Matthew's wrist and turned him around so that they were nose to nose. With wide eyes Matthew's lips were taken once again by Gilbert. Matthew froze and started shivering.

"Hey, stop!" Matthew yelled, pushing the albino away. He glared at him, his face dark red with a new blush. "You liar," He screamed loudly, slapping him across the face. Gilbert held his cheek and looked at Matthew with surprise.

"Come on, it was just a kiss," He said. Matthew growled and turned away from him.

"We hardly know each other and you keep kissing me! You can say it's only a kiss when you've been dating a person for a while! Don't kiss me!" Matthew blushed and tenderly touched his lips. The bastard had stolen his first in a bathroom, a bathroom, the least romantic place ever!

"When can I kiss you?"

"Never!"