A/N: Um... Gil and Mattie sitting at the beach? Gil complaining like a bitch? I don't even...
I hope you enjoy this little ditty~
"God damn this light is bright!"
"Well, it is the Sun, Gil," Matthew said. "Stop looking at it if your eyes hurt."
"I'm not looking at it!" Gilbert waved his arms and then squeezed his eyes shut. "God, I hate the Sun!"
Matthew sighed. "Just come sit under the umbrella then. It's not girly."
Gilbert sighed and gave up. He picked up his chair and moved it next to Matthew's, under the shade.
"Better?"
"Yeah… I can see at least." Gilbert rummaged around in his bag for a moment before taking out a familiar pair of sunglasses and placing them on his nose.
"Why didn't you just have those on earlier?"
Gilbert looked down. "I don't like them much, Birdie."
"Why not? The one thing, besides swimsuits, you wear to a beach is sunglasses."
"No. I have to wear them everywhere. Remember?" Gilbert pointed to himself and when Matthew didn't get it he said, "I'm albino. God fucking albino!" He ran his hands through his hair. "I'm practically allergic to the fucking sun. Bright lights burn my eyes and I can't see half the time! I'm just one big fucking pity party." And as if to punctuate the exclamation, Gilbert noticed that his arms were red, the beginnings of a sunburn. "Argh!"
Matthew handed his friend the bottle of sunscreen silently.
"Why'd I even agree to come here with you?"
"Because you said you wanted to, and I quote, 'grace the beach-goers with your awesomeness'," Matthew chuckled.
"Remind me never to come here again." Gilbert finished rubbing the lotion on his arms and face, wiping his hands on a towel. "I always feel like crap after coming."
Matthew chuckled again. "I'll remember that."