HEEEEYYYY! Welcome to Chapter 3!

So yeah, I finally got around to posting this little chappie soooo... LETS CONTINUE OUR LITTLE STORY SHALL WE?!

The first five classes of the day passed normally enough, aside from the fact that Matthew could simply not take his mind off of Gilbert.

Coincidentally, or as fate would have it, the only two classes he had left were also the only two he had with Gilbert.

Matthew's POV

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about Gilbert. I mean, I've only just met the guy. And... yeah, I have to admit, he is kinda... But I really shouldn't get attached to him.

Now, with the majority of the day's classes over, it was lunchtime. Thank God.

As usual, I brought a lunch so I didn't have to stand in the nearly a mile long line with everyone else in the school.

I took my regular seat by one of the large windows in the lunch hall. I usually have the corner all to myself, although on very rare occasions, Alfred visits me. But more often than not, it's just to tell me that he'd be home late cuz of practice or that he was going to hang out with Arthur at his place, and that I had to tell mom and dad why he wouldn't be home on time.

But like I said, the majority of the time, I had this spot all to myself. Here I enjoyed not only watching the birds visiting the school's garden from the window, but I also had recently gotten into the habit of people watching. From here, I could watch all who entered the cafeteria through the huge doors that led outside to a grassy spot.

I saw Alfred enter, surrounded by his usual group of "sidekicks" as he called them. He always proclaimed himself to be 'The Hero'.

In what universe, I have no idea…

They all took a seat at their normal table on the opposite end of the hall.

The next person I saw enter was Gilbert's freshman brother Ludwig, who had apparently made fast friends with Feliciano, as they walked in and sat together with Lovino and Antonio.

Antonio is in our sophomore class, and Alfred has him in his Spanish class.

I believe I've heard him being called the Tomato Bastard before by Lovino, whenever he begins to dote on him or call him Lovi.

I have no clue what that's all about. It obvious Lovino likes it. I guess he just won't admit it. Funny what you can learn about people only by watching them from afar.

A flash of white caught the corner of my eye, and I directed my attention towards it. Sure enough, it was the lovely, ivory hair of Gilbert, who had just entered the cafeteria. He seemed to be looking for someone.

Maybe I should… I raised my hand and waved towards him.

Unfortunately, he didn't see me, and instead went towards Alfred's table instead. He gave a few of them high-fives and began talking with them. I lowered my hand and turned back to my sandwich, and focused solely on it.

Why do I care? I thought to myself, It's not like I expected him to notice me anyway. I'm not all that interesting or funny. Alfred and I are nothing alike, total opposites.'

I felt a small jolt of the bench underneath me, shaking me from my train of thought. I looked up from my food to see Gilbert sitting right across from me.

"Hiya Mattie! Vhat's up?" Gilbert smiled. Or rather, smirked.

"Eh…" I was at a slight loss for words. I didn't think he saw me, let alone actually sit with me... Out of all of the people he could have sat with... me. I couldn't help but feel a little, flattered. I felt my cheeks warm at the thought.

I began to poke at my sandwich rather than eat it, still a bit flustered at having company.

"So, vhat are you next classes? After lunch zhat is."

"Algebra…" I squeaked.

Normal POV

Gilbert made a gagging gesture and Matt laughed, forgetting a little about being embarrassed.

"No kidding, I hate Algebra. but after that I have P.E. and Chem."

"So zhen you and I have the last two classes of zhe day togezher?

"I guess so, yeah."

"Zat iz Awesome! Ve can walk home together!" he paused, "I mean, if you vant to or don't have anyzhing after school."

"W… what? Well, I mean sure. I'd love to,"

"After all, ve do live close to each other, so it only makes sense. Plus someone like you needs someone awesome like me to protect you." Gilbert reasoned.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I mean yes. Wait ... what?"

Suddenly, a white glob of something flew through the air, landing on the teens' table, some splashing onto Matthew's cheek.

"What ze hell? Vhat is that?" Gilbert wipes off what flew onto Matt's face with his finger and promptly licks it off. "Mashed potatoes?"

"Uh oh.."

Not long after Matthew's realization hit, across the room, Alfred yelled, "FOOD FIGHT!"

All of chaos broke loose in the lunchroom.

And so end-ith chapter 3-ith...

Sorry its a bit short but so go-ith my-ith story-ith. There are no set word counts for me-ith.

The next little chappie i post should be longer. I dunno. I haven't written it.. yet. But hopefully by chappie 5 or 7 the title will make more sense.

Edit: Yeah, neither chp 5 or 7 explain it at all. you'll have to make it to chp 10 for it to make sense.