Gilbert and Matthew sat silently, listening to the pitter patter of the rain hitting the house. Matthew shivered a bit, snuggling into his friends shirt.
"Birdie?" Gilbert said, turning to the Canadian. "I'm soooo bored! Can we please go to my house?"
"No." He whispered. "It's out there waiting for me Gil, I'm scared it will come after you too."
Gilbert looked at his friend, sighing, probably trying to decide what to do.
"Birdie." He said, gently holding the sides of Matthew's face. "As long as I'm here, no one will ever hurt you, and I'm pretty sure that if there is a ghost, it's not coming for me."
Matthew looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the albino.
"Birdie, don't you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then I will awesomely protect you on the short walk to my house."
Gilbert stood up, helping Matthew up off the couch. The two walked to the door, put their shoes on and walked outside As soon as the rain hit them, they got soaking wet instantly.
"Damn it!" Gil cussed. "I didn't know it was raining that much! Look what the unawesome rain did to my shoes!"
The rain soaked Gilberts white hair, causing it to cling to his head. Matthew looked into the distance. His glasses fogged over, but he could tell it was pouring so heavily that no one would be able to see through the rain.
The two of them quickly ran to Gilbert's house. As they walked in, two towels were thrown at them. Gilbert peeled one off of him and handed it to Matthew, using the other to dry his hair.
"West! Can you please clean my shoes since you're so good at it."
"Nein you are old enough to clean your own shoes."
Matthew put his glasses back on, to meet 'West'. In front of him stood a boy with slicked back, blonde hair and electric, blue eyes. He was muscular, athletic build and tall.
"What!?" Gilbert gasped looking hurt "Come on you should be nice to your big bruder!?"
'Big bruder'? Gilbert looked younger than the boy that stood in front of him. Matthew looked at Gilbert, and back at West no similarity truly. Well maybe the nose, but other than that they were pretty different.
"Matthew, this is my little bruder Ludwig."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yes nice to meet you too, I'm Matthew."
Ludwig quietly stalked off into another room. Gilbert turned to Matthew, signaling for him to follow. The two of them walked into the hall.
"NEIN, NEIN, NEIN!" Gilbert yelled, at the computer trying to flee the best he could.
The screen then popped up, saying game over.
"Damn, I lost." He sat, the controller down he leaned close to the blonde's ear. "But it's because you distracted me."
"Did not." Matthew said, defensively.
Gilbert got out of his chair, and allowed Matthew to take it. He then sat in the chair that Matthew had been sitting in.
Matthew moved down the dark corridor, into a dungeon-like room. He walked around a pond-like area to a door, he opened it and walked into the stairway. Torches were stationed randomly on the way down the stairs, at the end of that there was yet another door.
"How many doors are there?" Matthew asked.
He opened it, continuing, he took out his lantern and walked down the corridor. As he came to a corner, he peered around as Gilbert instructed him to. Finding it to be clear, he walked down the darkened corridor. As he did he heard noises, footsteps,and growling. The music in the background grew intense, he ran in the opposite direction of the noise into a room. Quickly shutting the door and moving a table in front of it. The thing chasing him broke the door in, and the table flew. The monster came out. Game over.
"Well you lasted a little longer than I did." Gilbert said.
"That was horrible Gil!" he said turning angrily. "Why did we have to play that?!"
"Only thing I have." Gilbert smirked. "My Opa said I could only bring one game to the lake house."
The two sat in silence for a bit, before Gilbert said something.
"You are cute when you're scared birdie, kesese!"
"I-I'm not cute."
"Yes you are."
Matthew blushed a few shades of red. He was sure he looked like a tomato, he hid his face in his palms so the other teen wouldn't see the blush.
"You know you actually are way better at the game than I am." Gilbert said, walking over to a corner. "Well considering that you're playing for the first time."
He reached into a bird cage, pulling out a little yellow bird. Setting it on his shoulder.
"Thanks Gil, but you were helping me."
"I know, 'cause I'm that awesome," he said. "Oh by the way this is Gilbird." He said, pointing to the bird. Who was now settled in Gilbert's white hair making a nest.
"Matthew~"
"G-gil did you h-hear that."
"No birdie what's wrong?"
"Matthew~"
"She's here Gil make her go away!"
Matthew curled up in a ball, trying to make the voice go away. Tears dripped down his face, he hated crying in front of Gilbert. Yet he was too scared not to. Gilbert wrapped his arms around the Canadian, to comfort him.
'What am I supposed to do?! Sprinkle holy water all over and yell at it?' Gilbert thought. He was having a hard time trying to comfort his friend, and decide what to do about the problem with ghost. He knew how to handle it but, but he didn't know what to do about the current situation.
Matthew grew quiet. Too quiet. Gilbert looked at Matthew, his hands were shakily held up to his throat. His lips were blue, all in an instant he passed out.
"Damn it!" Gilbert said laying his friend down.
He lifted his chin to open his airway before performing CPR. After a few minutes, he started to cough water out of his mouth, his eyes opened weakly.
"T-thanks Gil." Matthew said weakly coughing again.
Gilbert stood up, offering his hand to the Canadian helping him onto the bed.
"Your welcome, Birdie."
"Gil, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know."
Matthew looked around, blood was dripping the wall through a small crack. He was freaked out a bit, but then he remembered that it was just a hallucination. He peered at the clock that sat on the nightstand it read six thirty, had he really been there that long?
"Gil I think I need to go home."
Gilbert looked at the time. Matthew looked into his friend's crimson eyes they were quite beautiful. 'Damn what am I thinking!?', Matthew mentally slapped himself. He was bisexual, but he shouldn't be having these thoughts about his friend. What would happen if Matthew found out Gilbert didn't like him. What if Matthew was confused, and didn't really have feelings for the albino. This confused the Canadian, causing his head to hurt.
"You're right, Birdie." Gilbert said, turning back to his friend. "You probably want me to walk you."
"Thanks Gil."
Gilbert walked Matthew home, with Matthew once again clinging to his pale arms. His damp breath was ragged, Gilbert could tell the blonde was scared. When they got to Matthew's house, Gilbert gave him a quick hug and friendly peck on the check before leaving. Matthew waved as he shut the door, praying that Gilbert would be okay on his walk home. He hugged Kuma to his chest, and was just starting to calm down. When there was a knock on the door, expecting Gilbert he ran back to the door.
"Gil-"
Instead of Gilbert there was a girl. Her blonde hair was in tangles, and went to her shoulders. She wore nothing but a ripped nightgown, her eyes were a dull black.
"Mister, I'm cold please help me."
Matthew, not able to speak, handed her his jacket from the coat rack behind him. She smiled widely, as she draped it over her arm. Then in one swift movement, she grabbed Kuma out of Matthew's arms, and started running off with it. Matthew even though he was scared, ran after her as fast as he could. He couldn't keep up, no matter how fast he ran. Tears stung his eyes, restricting his vision for a while. Matthew chased her up the path that Gilbert and him followed earlier, he came to a halt at the cemetery. He walked slowly, he had lost sight of the little girl and Kuma. Then he saw his jacket hanging by it's hood, from the hand of the weeping angel on the edge of the cemetery. Matthew walked slowly to the back, until he was at the angel he grabbed the hoodie, putting it on. Under the angels arm was Kuma, staring at him with his black beady eyes.
"Matthew~"
"NO!"
Sorry for this being such a short chapter :( but I needed to get it finished and I have writers block, Thank you all so much for reviews, the ones you guys have sent me touch my heart, BTW if you know what game I was kind of describing put it in your review and you get a cookie :) Favourite, Follow, Review I love you :) ~TheAmazingEngland
BTW my editor says im too nice so i have to add this: " I hereby dub thy editor, "slow fuckass" for taking a millennium." - those my friends are what she asked me to put (;owo)