A/N: Um... I haven't given up on my other two stories! Please forgive the no up-dating thing! I give you the overly used School-excuse! It's my freaking Senior year so I think I am entitled to being lazy... That and I'm getting ready for my NaNoWriMo attempt. My first ever~
This may be continued, may not. I really love waiter/waitress stories. They're so cute so... And I kinda want to know what Al and Arthur and Matt and Gil do~
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing!

"Could I get another coffee?"

Matthew bustled over, coffee pot in hand, and filled the mug held out to him to the rim. "Is that all?" he asked, getting the receipt ready.

"Yeah, thanks." The man pulled a few bills out and slipped it onto the table along with a tip.

Matthew pocketed the money, picked up his trash and went to put the tab in the register. He was stopped on the way though, by a table of fellow teenagers.

"Aren't ya gonna ask us for somethin', Sweetie?" The largest boy asked in a mocking voice.

Matthew glared at them. They were the same bunch that came in every weekend. And their jokes never got any better. "Would you like anything?"

The one who asked leaned back in his seat. "Mmm," he glanced at Matthew in his uniform and smirked. His voice took on a mock-lisp and he said, "You could tell me where you got those fabulous shoes." The boys burst out in a laugh.

Matthew flipped his order book closed and made his way again towards the register to drop the money off.

"Eh, those guys are really getting on my nerves." Matthew looked behind him to the chef, Arthur Kirkland. "Bloody fools, if you ask me."

"It's alright though. It's nothing I can't handle." Matthew closed the register and dropped off the trash before going off again to service an elderly couple that had just entered the diner.

"Welcome to East London's." Matthew flipped his order book open once more and clicked the pen. "Could I get you anything?"

"Could you get me a water, deary?" The woman asked. Her white, curly hair was cut short and she had a sweet, grandmotherly face.

"No problem, ma'am." Matthew turned to the man.

"A water's fine." Matthew nodded and took the rest of their orders, calling out to Arthur. As he left the table, Matthew heard the man comment to his wife, "A limp wrist that boy has."

Honestly, Matthew was sick of the slurs. He just wanted to work in peace. But no. It seemed that every last person to walk through that door had something discriminatory to throw at him. Well, you know what world? Matthew Williams was done! Done with bothering being polite and done with being That-One-Quiet-Kid.

And then the bells chimed again and Matthew nearly dropped the glass of water he was holding.

At that moment, at that very moment, a tall and, for lack of a better description, devilishly handsome young man walked in and sat down at one of the booths. Followed close behind him were two other boys.

The man was pale and had shockingly white hair. His eyes, Gods his eyes, were striking. Blood red. Maybe cranberry would sound less murderous? Either way, they were a deep, pure red. He was tall but not when compared to the blond in his little group. The brunette, though, was a different story. He had long arms and he wore a hat with a small yellow bird stitched to its side.

Shaking his head before he could start drooling, Matthew quickly served the elderly couple and went to service the new group.

"H-Hello, I'm Matthew and I'll be your server. Could I start you guys off with some drinks?" Calm down, slow up your speech.

"Ja. I'll have some milk." Gods why was that so hot?

The blond and brunette ordered but Matthew couldn't help but not care enough to remember them past writing them down. "I'll be right back with your drinks."

He knew his face was burning. He just knew it. Gods why did he have such a freaking skittish nature?

"A mighty fine blush you have there, lad," Arthur said from behind the counter. "Not running a fever are you?"

Matthew flustered as he got the drinks. "S-Shut up."

"Aww~ You're too cute, Feli!" Mr. Handsome said. Matthew felt his heart twitch a bit, but then 'Feli' held onto the blond and smiled at him a smile that was usually only reserved for people you like.

"Ve~ Thank you Gilbert!"

"H-Here are your drinks. Are you guys ready to order?" Matthew held up his order book.

The three ordered and Matthew went to give Arthur the slip.

"Someone has bedroom eyes."

"S-Shut up!" Matthew took the food and stalked away from Arthur who was laughing behind the counter as he waved his spatula.

More customers entered and Matthew found that he had less and less time to sneak glances at Gilbert, as Feli had called him, and before he knew it, the three were calling him for the bill.

Gilbert dug in his pocket and produced his wallet, opening it dramatically. "Eh… I'll pay you back, Bruder." He gave the blond a sheepish smile and held out his empty wallet. He flipped it upside down and a few particles of dust fell out.

"Fine," the blond pulled his own wallet out and handed Matthew a twenty and a five for a tip. "I'll be back with your change."

Matthew hurriedly counted the coins and handed them to the blond. "Have a nice day." Matthew turned to go service another booth, but was caught but his upper arm. He turned back around and found Gilbert staring at him. He was just an inch shorter than Matthew.

"Hey."

Matthew fought as hard as he could to suppress the blush trying to rise on his cheeks. "Hey."

Gilbert slipped a piece of paper into Matthews hand and ran to catch up with his brother and Feli.

Matthew pocketed the paper, not wanting to melt into the café tile. He would read the paper after work when he had time to breath.

A good, work-filled three hours later, Matthew was sitting in one of the booths, a cup of tea with nearly just as much maple syrup sat in front of him. Arthur was cleaning the kitchen.

Matthew took the piece of paper out of his pocket. His heart beat. Gods, he was such a school girl!

The paper had a number and Gilbert's name. That did it. Matthew could practically feel himself puddle on the ground.

"Now you look like Al when I-"

"I don't want to know!" Matthew cut Arthur off. "I don't want to know what you and my brother do!"

Arthur chuckled and took the seat opposite of Matthew. He snatched the piece of paper away before he could hide it. "A number? What you do to get this?"

Matthew flushed. "I-I don't know. H-He just gave it to me."

"That would explain that red face you had the whole time he was here." Matthew made an embarrassed noise and Arthur laughed.

"Well, I don't know what to do. Do I call him? Text him? When?"

"Calm down, Matthew. Take a breath. You should text him tonight around nine. A reasonable time and it's not rushed or late. Speaking of which, I'll be heading home with you."

"Why?" Matthew lifted a brow.

"Dinner date with Al."

"Ah."