A/N: Yay, new story! I'm quite excited to write this one, just because I love to manipulate Gill's character (but I love him!) and I thought this idea would be perfect! If you're a fan of "You're Awful, I Love You", don't worry, this one won't interfere (I've already got the first few chapters done anyways). Soo... Enjoy! By the way, the title is a Gym Class Heroes song... I really couldn't think of anything else to call it. Blah.

The only thing that could be heard inside the Town Hall was the sound of me sighing. Over and over again. Today was possibly the slowest day in the history of all days. No one had come in and no one was getting out until we closed at five. Unfortunately, the only one here was me. Elli was sick, and my father had some sort of pointless errands to run. So here I was, alone, staring at the mahogany walls vacantly, counting the minutes until I could get out of here. One-hundred and eighty seven more minutes to go.

Drumming my fingers on my thigh, I sneakily propped my feet onto my desk and leaned back into my chair comfortably. It felt good to stretch, especially with no one around to pester me or talk to me. Almost as if on cue, the door opened.

"Helloooo?" A voice called into the Town Hall, causing me to jerk and topple backwards in my chair. So much for relaxation. The voice popped its brunette head of hair into the Town Hall and snickered uncontrollably.

"What happened to you?"

I could recognize that high-pitched, bothersome voice anywhere. It was Angela, the farmer that my father could not stop talking about. As soon as we found out someone new was moving here last year, he wouldn't stop waddling around, saying 'Angela this' and 'a new beginning' that. It was sickening. Especially when she ended up single-handedly saving this island from becoming a good-for-nothing wasteland of droning people and a dwindling population. Now, it was almost like she was shoving it in my face. Sure, I had told her from the get go that she wouldn't do anything useful for Waffle Town, but that's beside the point.

"Just a little mishap." I rudely replied as I stood and brushed off my carefully ironed, plaid pants. She kept giggling. "Is that funny to you?"

"Quite. Anyways, where's Elli? I have to ask her a question." She asked in a boisterous manner, upsetting the silence in the Town Hall that resided just a few moments ago.

"Out sick." I stated curtly as I sat back down in my chair. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Never mind, then. Unless, you know the answer to my question…?" She inquired, smirking slyly at me. I sighed.


"But I haven't even asked it yet."

"Okay, fine. Ask the question."

"Do you know-"


She groaned and clenched her fists violently at her side. I loved pushing her buttons. It had almost become a hobby of mine.

"You are such a snob." She muttered before pushing open the door. Back to the silence once again.

Okay, so I guess I wasn't doing the best job here at the Town Hall, especially if I wanted to become mayor soon. But it's not like my father was even around to hear that little conversation, so for now, I was in the clearing. Soon, my father would retire and leave me to the proverbial 'throne' of Waffle Town. And the best part was: no election! No one decided to run against me, and I was perfectly okay with that. Finally the royal subjects – er, I mean, citizens, would listen and follow my every rule. I smiled to myself at the idea.

I stared at the clock in agony, willing it to speed up but to no avail. My father told me that after work he needed to 'talk' to me, and that could only mean one thing: the mayor talk. I had been waiting for this for my whole life. It was only a matter of time before his time was over and my time would begin. So obviously, one could tell why I was so anxious to get out of this damned place. Even if he said he wouldn't be home until 5:30, a half hour after my shift ended.

When the clock struck five, I was already outside of the Town Hall, whistling the whole way. I had cleaned and packed up an hour early so I could just waltz out of the building.

Outside, I spotted Angela holding out an orange cake and giving it to Chase, a cook at the Inn. I rolled my eyes. That girl gives gifts to every bachelor in this town, probably hoping to win their hearts or something. Pfft. Half of them are already shacking up and getting ready to marry off. I laughed to myself as she skipped past Chase and ran right into Julius. She held up a finger to him and reached behind her, zipping open her rucksack and pulling out a pumpkin. I could hear Julius squeal.

That girl was pathetic. And no, I wasn't just saying that because I never got one measly present from her.

Sighing, I sat down on a bench in the Town Square and decided to relax for a little bit. Even if I had just spent my whole work day relaxing. There wasn't much to do, truthfully. At least, not a lot to do for someone like me. Let's face it, I didn't know and didn't plan to know half of the people in this town until I sealed my position as mayor. Then I would go around shaking hands and kissing babies and all that junk. But for now, I was actually content with being alone half of the time. It gave me loads of time to think. But right now, I didn't have a ton to think about.

So I stared straight ahead of me, looking out at Waffle Town. Seeing the people milling about, chatting and laughing with each other. Another thing that I did when I was alone was observe things. People, especially. It was quite interesting, seeing how one person could interact and seeing how someone else could interact in a completely different way. I stared blankly out at the town until I checked my wristwatch to see that it was already 5:30. Standing from the bench, I made my way towards my house quickly.

My nerves and jitters jumped inside of me as I reached the front door. Here we go, I thought to myself as I gripped the door handle and pushed it open. My father sat waiting for me inside.

"Hello, Gilbert." He greeted me with a goofy smile. I seethed outwardly. Oh, how I loathed my full name.

"I told you not to call me that," I replied as I made my way into the house and sat down on the couch.

"But that's your name, son," He began, but then decided to drop it. I always won that argument. "Anyways. I'm here to talk to you about becoming the mayor."

My insides did flip flops and somersaults as I smiled up at my father.

"Yes?" I asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Well, you see. My position is very important, as you have noticed over the years. Being able to know what's going on at all times around this island is one asset that must be mastered before becoming the mayor of Waffle Town. And I have no doubt that you can do that to the best of your ability."

I couldn't help but grin uncontrollably. I had waited for this moment for my whole life.

"And you really are on top of everything when you set your heart on it, Gilbert." He continued. This time, I ignored the awful name, "You know exactly what time every festival is at, where, what day, and everything in between. You never cease to amaze me with how well you've memorized and thoroughly studied each and every event we have here. But, there is something I want to voice my concern about."

I already knew what he was going to say. He was going to tell me that I need to meet more people, like he has been telling me my whole life, and that being a mayor in a town like this means being sociable and friendly with every single individual. Yada yada, blah blah, I knew the spiel.

"Well… I know we've talked about your sociability. And I know you completely understand that. But… that's not all that you're lacking, son. To continue on towards being mayor, I strongly believe that you need… a wife."

My jaw dropped in completely shock. A wife?! Who ever said I needed a wife to become the mayor, huh? Where is it in the books? I was infuriated.

"What?" I yelled, narrowing my eyes at him. He looked awfully nervous.

"Son, I know you're shocked – "

"Shocked? I'm furious!" I shouted. I knew I was about ready to throw a tantrum capable of a three-year-old, but I didn't care. This just wasn't fair at all. "Where does it say that I need a wife?"

"It doesn't say it anywhere. There is no book for this, Gill. It's based wholly on my decision, and I have decided. To help you become more sociable and fit for the part of being the mayor, you need to meet and court a wife. End of story."

This was worse than I could have ever imagined. I had expected a simple 'make more friends' or something along those lines. But no. A wife? As hard as it was to admit this, I was awful with girls. If I wasn't locking myself into my own little 'Gill cage', I was mouthing off. To girls, especially. The only girl I respected up until this point was Elli. Damn that girl for having a loving husband, Jeff, back in Flowerbud Village.

"I can't believe this." I muttered as my shoulders fell completely. My father might be a ditz when it came to many things, but when discussing matters of Waffle Town and of me becoming mayor, he was very serious. I pouted.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. Sighing, I rifled my mind for all of the girls in town that I knew. Unfortunately for me, half of them were dating/married already. That excluded Anissa, Kathy, Candace, Renee, and Maya from the list. That left me Phoebe, Selena, Luna, and Angela.

Immediately I ruled out Phoebe. Her and Calvin were going on some major expedition in a few days, according to my father. Next was Selena. Another bad idea. Last Spring at the Flower Festival, she was dancing half naked around the Square and asking me to buy her flowers! When I scoffed and replied 'no way in Hell', she promptly smacked me and refused to speak to me since.

And then there was Luna. My heart swelled at the thought of her name but I hurriedly willed it to stop that nonsense. I guess you could say I had a crush on her, yes. But a mild crush at that. Hell, I wouldn't even call it a crush. I would call it a mere attraction that was probably completely shallow. I mean, I had only talked to the girl a few times before, but it was better than nothing.

So I left my father without a word, bounding towards the Tailoring Shop to find Luna. My heart leapt and pulsated in my chest but I tried to contain it. After all, this was just business. I barged into the shop, blowing a piece of flyaway hair from my face as I tried to compose myself.

"Hello, Shelly. Is Luna in today?" I asked in a cordial voice as I straightened my posture and tried to look calm. She gave me a look of sympathy from behind the counter.

"Oh, dear. She's here, but I'm afraid something has come up…" Shelly said hesitantly in a sweet voice. I narrowed my eyes as Luna came skipping out of the back room.

"Hello, Gill," She greeted me, looking suddenly plagued by her thoughts. What was going on here?


"Uh, I guess your dad hasn't told you, huh?" She asked, scratching the back of her head. I shook my head.

"Oh. Well… I'm leaving."

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

"What do you mean?"

"Shelly and I are moving to a village nearby, called Freesia Valley or something like that –"

"Forget-Me-Not Valley," Shelly corrected her from behind the counter.

"Whatever. Julius and Candace have decided to take over the shop here."

Just my luck. I muttered a slew of obscenities under my breath as Luna looked at me peculiarly.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry to hear about your departure. I must go now." I said very abruptly as I spun around on one heel and headed for the door. This was ridiculous. My only other choices were Selena or Angela. Lucky me.

As I headed back towards the house, I spotted Selena near the square. Maybe I could make peace with her? I mean, the little incident happened a year ago… she must have forgotten by now.

"Hello." I greeted her, feeling uncomfortably awkward. She turned towards me with a glower.

"Oh hey, if it isn't Mr. 'No Way In Hell, You Harlot'. It is so nice to see you."

Okay, so she didn't forget. I scratched my neck nervously.

"I didn't say it like that…" I muttered, feeling utterly idiotic. Selena rolled her makeup-covered eyes at me and let out a 'pfft'.


Well, this definitely wasn't getting anywhere. Maybe I could sweet-talk her into forgiving me?

"I'm sorry. You, um… you're not a harlot."

So I'm no good at that, either? I must look like a bumbling fool.

"Wow, thank you so much. That means a ton coming from you." She seethed angrily before turning on one heel and leaving me at the foot of the Town Square stairs. Damn this 'you need a wife' thing. I was independent. I didn't need a wife to run this town!

Angrily, I barged back into my house and put on my most intimidating face. My father looked at me with a frown.

"I'm not doing this, father." I said very harshly, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing, "Almost all the girls in this town are married. I can't just woo one and marry her if I don't love her! What if someone forced you to marry someone other than mother?"

"That didn't happen, now did it? There are plenty of unmarried women in this town! Son, I feel that you're hospitability needs a lot of work. I see how you come off to other people."

"So, why can't I just make friends instead? Why do I have to find a wife?"

"Because making friends will only get you so far. You must feel the bond with a significant other to really understand relationships at all. And trust me, this town is all about relationships. If I didn't have your mother those first few years that I was mayor, I wouldn't have done a good job at all. Plus, wouldn't you like an heir to the position?"

"Now you're talking about children!?" I exclaimed. It was one thing to have an eternal bond, but bearing children, too?"

"Well, yes. Do you wonder why I've been the mayor for so long? Because no one in this town will step up and run. They're all content with their jobs and their lives, and they feel that I'm content with being mayor. And I am. But I'm getting old… I can't run this town for the rest of my life. That's why I'm ecstatic that you are of age now, Gill. And when you have children, you will want them to take the title as well."

I felt my fingers clench into angry fists as he spoke. How could he expect this much from me? At my age, too? I groaned to myself and flopped onto the living room couch, watching as the flames in the fireplace crackled and popped excitedly. I rifled through my head, thinking of all the girls in the town once again. Selena: no. Luna: (regrettably) no. Phoebe: no. Angela: …


A/N: Let me know what you think! I just wanted to introduce the situation... the next chapter is a little more fast paced. Review!