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Enjoy Chapter 36!

Gilbert watched Matthew walk away from him, and his heart thumped loudly in his chest. He felt like it was going to break into a million pieces, but it didn't, and it continued to pump his blood and hurt from all the confusing, fucked-up feelings he felt.

Without much of a thought, he ripped open the front door and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He stood in place, looking straight ahead, with no idea what he was supposed to do next.

He had never felt anything like this before. He was proud, and unashamed, and yet, he stood there, wanting to run outside and drive to Matthew's house and grab him. And he was embarrassed. How could that little...how could he make him feel like this? He felt like he was going mad, and like he had made a huge mistake.

He covered his face with his hands and sunk down onto his bed, letting in a shaky breath. He had wished that Matthew had never found out. He wished that he didn't have to tell him. But he did. He had to tell him everything.

He didn't think he had ever felt so alone in his entire life.


Matthew slept badly that night. Everything that had happened replayed in his mind. He had trusted Gilbert, and he had lied to him. He didn't feel as mad anymore, more confused and hurt, like Gilbert had expected to hide this from him forever.

That wasn't the only issue that had him turning and furrowing his eyebrows in worry. His friends from hockey, Mark and Ivan, now had their own dark secrets that he had never known, even Katyusha. He felt sad for the girl that had liked him through high school, the girl that had been like a mother to him. All the things she must have gone through. Having to deal with her little sister being harassed and sent away, all the pain she must have felt, and Matthew never had heard any of it.

It was like all the pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to fit.

Whenever he had taken pictures for the track meet with Katyusha, he remembered Gilbert hadn't been wearing a knee brace. And then the next time they saw each other, he had been limping up to him while he was skipping his Biology class. In-between those few days, Gilbert had been drugged by Ivan, and Antonio and Francis had been sent away. Thinking back on it now, it almost made sense why Gilbert was so verbally abusive (more so than usual) and on edge. Matthew had no clue about everything that had happened behind the curtains.

What was he supposed to do about all of it? His heart still yearned to be back with Gilbert, to be dragged into all the crazy things he liked to do, but at the same time, he didn't know if he could deal with everything he had just found out. This wasn't something that he could just forget about. He didn't have a lot of friends, let alone dated anyone of either sex before. He had put his trust out, he had loved unconditionally, and he had been fooled.

In a matter of hours, he had found out the Gilbert Beilschmidt he thought he had known was just a stranger to him. The real Gilbert was cruel and unforgiving, selfishly only wanting his piece of the cake, and willing to walk over everyone else to get it.

But, there was another side to Gilbert that Matthew had gotten to know too. The softer side, the side that would talk to him quietly while they lay on a bed together. The side that would gently brush Matthew's hair away from his face before kissing his forehead, the side that when Matthew would be thinking about something, and he would look over to see a small smile on Gilbert's face. This was the Gilbert he had gotten to know, and it was the side he held on to and cherished every moment he got.

No one had ever told him they loved him, aside from his parents. He had never given relationships too much thought, figuring that no one would want to be with someone like him. He was a coward, a nervous wreck, and he wasn't all that interesting.

Or at least he had thought so. It puzzled him so much. Why would someone like Gilbert want to spend so much time with him?

He turned in his bed, burrowing deeper into the covers. He didn't want to think about this right now, he wanted to sleep. He wanted time to rewind back to before any of this happened. Back to the day he had decided to skip Biology. If he hadn't skipped and just showed up to class, he would have never been in this mess.

But then, he would have never met Gilbert... or be able to smile so happily at all the crazy memories they'd had.

The world sucked. Matthew threw the covers over his head and turned toward the wall. He didn't want to deal with this.


The bed was jostled violently, startling Matthew awake.

"Get up." Alfred's voice cut through his dreams like a knife. He had kicked the bed to wake Matthew up. Usually he was the one that couldn't get out of bed, and Matthew was the one dragging him tooth and nail, but now the roles were reversed, and Alfred could see how annoying it could be.

Matthew didn't move for a moment, confused. He didn't remember falling asleep, but everything that had happened must have taken more of a toll on him than he had expected. Squinting from the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked up at Alfred holding out the phone.

"Your boss wants to talk to you." Alfred threw the phone on the bed and walked out of the room.

Matthew watched him walk out of the room, feeling very annoyed. He picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice cracked as he murmured, rubbing his eyes. He hoped it wasn't anything bad. Why would his boss be calling him?

However, Tino sounded at ease, casually speaking into the phone. "Good morning, Matthew." he chuckled a little. "Did I just wake you up?"

Matthew pushed his tangled hair out of his face and fumbled around on the floor trying to find his glasses. "Uh, yeah, but it's no big deal," He picked up his glasses and put them on then glanced at the clock. He woke up a little more when he realized that it was 12:30. "I should have been up by now anyway."

"Oh, don't worry about that, it's the summertime, sleep in as much as you want. I swear they expect too much from you kids these days." Tino paused for a moment. "Anyway, I was calling because I was wondering if you could possibly work from four til six tonight? Something came up and Toris can't work it, and Kiku can't come in until about six."

"Uh…" Matthew looked over at the calendar by his bed. It was July 20th. "Sure, I can do it, that wouldn't be a problem." He figured it would help him get his mind off of everything and he could just focus on helping customers, running the cash register, and making coffee. Rinse and repeat.

Tino let out a relieved sigh. "Okay, thank you! I would have done the shift myself but I'm currently across the state with Berwald for a business meeting." Tino had revealed to Toris and Matthew, a few days after they realized that him and their History teacher were together that they co-owned a furniture store together, along with the coffee shop.

Matthew didn't know what he was more surprised about. That his boss had relations with his old history teacher, or that his history teacher somehow found time to own a store and teach high school kids at the same time.

Matthew said goodbye to Tino and put the phone on the nightstand next to his bed. He didn't want to get up, his whole body felt stiff and sore, but he knew that if he continued to sleep, he wouldn't wake up in time for work.

And what's worse, he realized he had hockey practice tonight too.


About an hour into work, Matthew's mind was still fumbling over all the things that had happened, or were about to happen. Work had been slow since it was the middle of the week. Usually their busiest days were Friday or the weekend, and even then it was either in the morning or evening. People would come in and order, and then Matthew would be left alone again for another fifteen minutes.

When Matthew had started working there, he didn't even have the courage to look any of the customers in the eye, and he would stand in the back cleaning glasses and mugs, minding his own business. But now, maybe because he spent so much of his time with obnoxious Gilbert and his outspoken nature, he found himself being a little braver, asking if someone needed help with a smile, and laughing at himself if he made a small mistake on an order. It felt good, like he was more in control of his life.

Letting out a sigh, Matthew leaned back against the counter. What was going to happen next? Was he supposed to fix everything now? Did it suddenly become his responsibility?

Shaking his head, Matthew straightened himself up and pulled the trash bag out of the can and tied it in a knot. Carrying it out back, he threw it in the dumpster and stood with the door open, squinting at the sun as it reflected off the tops of cars. There was something he knew he had to do, but every time he thought about it, his heart beat nervously within his chest.

He wanted to believe Gilbert was telling the truth. And at the same time, he wished this had all been a lie. But to really know what happened, he would have to talk to someone else.

He knew he would have to talk to Ivan.

Work dragged on as if it were never going to end. Not that Matthew really minded. He had known Ivan long enough that he didn't doubt that Gilbert wasn't lying when he said Ivan had punched a dent into the lockers at their school. Watching Ivan during hockey was a combination of brutal strength and fierce grace. His size alone gave people the message not to mess with him. Even whenever they would play against other teams with players equal to his height and size, one look at the dangerous gleam in his eyes, and they were wary of him. He didn't mess around. If something was going to happen, it would happen Ivan's way.

Matthew heard the door open and he looked up to see a familiar small figure with chestnut colored hair walk into the shop. The smaller man looked up at him and spoke first.

"Matthew~!" Feliciano sang excitedly with a warm smile on his face.

In spite of everything that had happened, Matthew felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a small smile. Feliciano's personality was so contagious. "Hey, how are you?"

Feliciano walked up to the counter and began to carefully examine the baked goods as he spoke. The Vargas family owned an Italian restaurant that was rather popular in the city. Matthew knew Feliciano and Lovino helped out, so he wasn't surprised that he paid close attention to food. "Good, really good! This summer has been so warm, so I've been able to take plenty of naps!"

For someone the same age as Matthew, his priorities certainly were not the same.

"That's good, it has been really warm. Do you want me to get you anything?" Matthew stood in front of the register, ready to place in the order of what he was buying.

Feliciano looked up at the board and bit his lower lip as he looked through all the options. "Umm, could I please have a black coffee?" When he noticed the surprised look Matthew gave him upon ordering such a bitter drink, he smiled, "It's for Lovino." Matthew nodded, that made more sense. "And I'll have a vanilla caramel latte please with two chocolate scones."

"Coming right up." Matthew said as he turned to prepare the drinks. He loved mixing the flavors together, the smell of the vanilla and caramel that all came together, that gave a feeling that was so warm and homely. It was definitely the relaxing part of the job. He bent over to get the scones when Feliciano spoke again in his upbeat voice.

"So how are you and Gilbert doing?"

Matthew nearly banged his head off of the top of the cookie rack upon hearing the question. Did Feliciano know they were dating? And more importantly, how did he know? He straightened up, trying to act normal as he put the scones in a small paper bag, but his hands shook a little. "Uh, fine, why do you ask?"

Feliciano shrugged, and smiled again, bouncing on his feet a little. "No reason! Ludwig was just telling me you two hang out all the time, so I was curious! Gil used to hang out with us sometimes, but I don't see him anymore, so I wanted to make sure you were keeping him out of trouble."

The last sentence was so innocent, but if only he knew everything that had happened. At least he figured he didn't know. He wondered how much Ludwig told him, since they seemed pretty close. He wondered if Feliciano knew he and Gilbert were dating, and he just didn't want to say anything.

"Uh, yeah, he's staying out of trouble." Matthew looked away, "At least, he was."

He didn't mean to say the last part out loud, but Feliciano didn't seemed to notice because he was too busy digging out a twenty to pay for the drinks and dessert. However, when he finally did, he looked up at Matthew and fixed him with a stare that was no longer all smiles, but instead it was worried, serious.

Matthew shifted uncomfortably. He had never seen Feliciano without a smile. Sure, in math class he might have had a troubled look on his face because he was concentrating, but this looked sad, all the childlike innocence gone, making him appear several years older.

"Matthew, I…" Feliciano trailed off for a moment, as if trying to find the words, "Have you heard from Antonio?"

Matthew stared at him surprised at the randomness of the question and then was confused. Why would Feliciano want to know about Antonio?

And then it hit him.

Lovino.

Feliciano continued as if there had been no pause. "It's just that, Lovino has been so angry lately," he laughed, and then specified, "angrier than usual. But I know…I know that he's actually just really really sad. And I know it's because he's missing Antonio."

Guilt washed over Matthew like a tidal wave. He had forgotten that only he and Gilbert really knew where Antonio was. He opened his mouth and almost told Feliciano, but then stopped. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell anyone. Gilbert had told him specifically that if anyone found out that they knew where Antonio was or if they told anyone else, they could get in big trouble.

Feliciano's face turned from serious into an understanding smile after a pause. "I was just wondering if you knew, since you're always with Gilbert. Maybe even he doesn't know. Either way, if you find anything out, anything at all, tell me or Lovino, I know it would mean the world to him." Feliciano handed Matthew a twenty, and put up his hands to stop him, "Keep the change, honestly."

Matthew looked a t him in surprise. The total for everything was about eight dollars. A huge smile returned to Feliciano's face as he picked up the coffee and the treats. "Thank you, Matthew! I hope I can see you around soon!" He began walking out of the store until he reached the doorway and turned around to look back at him. "Oh, and by the way, you and Gilbert look good together."

Feliciano waved one final goodbye just as Matthew's face turned dark red. So he did know. He could feel his cheeks burning.

Kiku finally came in a little before six, and Matthew did some quick cleaning around the shop, sweeping underneath some tables and wiping off the counters. He had wanted to tell Feliciano so bad, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Maybe he'll figure some way to tell him once his own…situation was figured out.

Scraping a broken cookie off of a pan, he folded it into a napkin and walked toward the back door by the dumpster. Once he opened the door, a wave of hot air hit him in the face and he grimaced. Matthew stood for a moment waiting to hear the small meow that would come from the kitten once it recognized it was him. But there wasn't any sign of the little black furred creature anywhere. He sighed and left the cookie underneath the dumpster for when it came back. If he wasn't having a bad day already, it didn't help that he couldn't find the cute fur ball anywhere. Waving goodbye to Kiku, he walked out the front door to his car where his hockey uniform sat in its bag on the passenger seat, waiting for him to put on. He unlocked his car door and sat down. Despite the sweltering heat, Matthew sat still for a moment and just stared at his lap. Time was ticking down, and he needed answers. He was afraid, but what was worse? Never finding out the truth, or learning everything?

He still had strong feelings for Gilbert. There was no denying the string he felt when Feliciano mentioned his name. But he didn't know what to do about everything that had happened. He didn't know if he could look at him the same knowing the demons he had from his past.

But…

The lost look Gilbert had given him after Matthew stood up and walked away, after he found out everything. Driving home, doing everything to not turn back and talk to him.

The fury in Ivan's eyes whenever he laid eyes on Mark, wanting to beat every inch of his life out of him.

Katyusha's smile, hiding the fear and pain she must have felt.

Although his hands shook, he determinedly started his car. He had to do this.


Matthew shot the puck into the net with so much force, he was surprised it didn't catch on fire. He was beyond frustrated, he was furious. Whenever he had first walked into the locker room, he had nervously looked around, expecting to find Ivan changing in the locker room. But instead, he didn't find anyone but three of his teammates putting their uniforms on.

"Hey Matthew." Mark called to him when he saw him. Matthew paused and stared at him for a moment before he gave him a halfhearted wave as he put his bag down next to his other teammate, Logan. Matthew leaned over and look into the showers to see if Ivan was there, but he didn't see anyone.

"Where's Ivan?" Matthew blurted out.

Logan shrugged as he slipped his shoulder pads on. "That's what we're all wondering too." And it was odd, considering Ivan was usually the first person on the team to be in the locker room, getting ready for practice.

Mark snorted as he was lacing up his skates. "Honestly, I could fucking care less." As much as no one considered Ivan their favorite person, he was an important part of the team, so Mark was really the only person that verbally, or had the courage to, dislike him.

Brad, who was sitting at the far end of the bench slipped his shirt off to reveal ripped shoulder muscles and a strong back. "Aside from Ivan not showing up, did anyone notice how pissed off Coach looked?

"You mean more than usual?" Mark added on to his sentence, and they both laughed.

Matthew chewed on his lip, trying to figure out what was going on. Not only was he troubled that now he knew what Mark had done, but now Ivan was no where to be seen. Of course it would be the day he had to talk to him.

Everyone's questions were soon answered when they were all standing out on the ice in front of their coach, who indeed looked incredibly pissed off.

"Listen up everyone." The coach barked out, "I need a few replacements for Ivan's position. He quit this morning."

Surprised murmurs flowed through the entire team, everyone giving each other confused and shocked looks. Even Mark looked dumbfounded and Matthew stared at the coach, his mouth wide open and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

But the coach didn't emphasize anymore and yelled at the teammates to start with their warm up drills. Not wanting to be a target of his anger, everyone quickly got into place and started their work.

And that's where Matthew was now, shooting pucks into the net. Practice was nearly over, and some of the people had already gone into the locker room to change and go home, but Matthew stayed out on the ice, working his frustration into aching muscles and sweat.

Matthew didn't usually get worked up about certain things, but hockey was his business. Putting aside any of the recent issues he'd had with Ivan, he was furious that someone so good for the team would just quit, and waste talent like that.

And why? Why would Ivan quit? Although Ivan wasn't one to verbally add his opinion, Matthew knew that he loved hockey just as much as him. And if the reason he was quitting was because of what happened…that was cowardly.

Sure, he wasn't one to speak out against others most of the time, and if he was made fun of, he usually just bowed his head, but seeing someone else just simply avoid the situation was eye-opening to him. Matthew usually didn't find himself so bitter. Right when he had worked up the courage to talk to him, to ask him, to try and figure everything out.

He thought about calling him, or even going to his house. Although this was all stuff he wouldn't have done, he was thinking irrationally in the moment, until he realized that he didn't have Ivan's phone number, nor did he know where he lived.

He skated up to the small practice net that they kept on the ice for people to practice on the side, and pushed it up to the wall, where it was supposed to be at the end of practice each night. Even though he was frustrated and bitter, he was tired. This was a lot of trouble that he had never asked for.

Or had he?

Matthew pushed the locker room door open to see two of his teammates getting their stuff and leaving. They waved goodbye to him and he waved back before sitting on the bench. He took off his helmet and pushed his damp hair out of his face.

Well…what now?

He shook his head and headed toward the showers.

While taking his shower, Matthew thought about a lot of things. He thought about his brother. He thought about Alfred's anger and overprotective nature upon finding out he was hanging out with Gilbert. He thought about Ivan's fury and dangerous threats toward Gilbert, and the shock on his face when he found out he was friends with Gilbert. He thought about all the lies Gilbert told and the trouble he caused.

And then he thought about Elizaveta. And the happy, calm look on her face whenever she found about he was with Gilbert. And Felicano, telling him that they looked cute together. And the way he felt around Gilbert, how even though he snapped and felt annoyed, he admired and cherished the moments, because they were some of the best times of his life.

Matthew slipped on his t-shirt and bit his lower lip, feeling an intense bout of sadness being brought on. He was so lost.

Matthew grabbed his stuff and walked out of the locker room. Maybe he'd go home and order some Chinese food with his brother, or maybe they'd just beat each other up, the way brothers do. Alfred may be the stronger one, but Matthew was definitely more agile and quick.

In spite of everything, he smiled to himself at the thought of tackling his brother.

He opened the door outside and fumbled for his car keys in his pocket. He pulled them out and looked around the parking lot. Once again, like after almost every practice, his car was one of the few that were left in the parking lot.

But suddenly, his eyes stopped scanning and without thinking, he dropped his keys, where they fell with a small clatter.

Ivan.

He was sitting on the hood of his car probably about twenty feet away from the entrance, taking a long drag from his cigarette. The burning end lit up a bright orange in the dark night, only illuminated by two old flickering streetlamps overhead. He seemed lost in thought and almost sad, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth turned down in a frown.

But that changed whenever he looked up and saw Matthew. His eyes darkened, and he threw the cigarette aside.

"Hey Matthew. I was wondering when you'd get done with practice." He said standing up. "Why don't you tell me something." Matthew felt his mouth go dry. Ivan sounded calm, but he wasn't. Matthew felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle in alarm. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all.

"Why are you always hanging out with Gilbert now?" Matthew backed up from Ivan until he felt his back slam against the wall. "What are you doing hanging out with that fucker?"

They were face to face now, and Matthew did everything he could to not look away from Ivan's eyes. They were wide, dilated and he looked crazed.

"You're a fucking idiot." Ivan hissed at him.

Matthew looked up at Ivan, hurt in his eyes. "Ivan, I know what Gilbert did to your sister."

Ivan's eyes widened for only a moment and then he laughed quietly. He seemed relieved almost. "Exactly. He's fucked up."

"…and I know you drugged Gilbert."

Ivan's face fell. Matthew could tell he had thought he was on his side, that he was against Gilbert.

And in that moment, he realized he couldn't be. No matter what Gilbert had done in the past, no matter who he once was, no matter what had happened...

Matthew loved him.

And he was going to fight.

"So what if I did?" Ivan asked, holding his chin up and looking at Matthew with cold, violet eyes. "Do you even know what my sister went through after what they did to her?"

"Ivan, I know what they did, and I know it wasn't an accident, but…" Matthew was scared, but at the same time, he had to speak. Ivan was one of his closest friends, but so was Gilbert. "I know that Gilbert regrets it and if there were any way he could ever go back and change everything so that it would never happened, he would!"

"And why the fuck," Ivan yelled in Matthew's face, his fists clenched, "does that fucking matter now?!"

Ivan laughed cruelly in Matthew's face. "Do you even know exactly what he did to Natalia? How he left her locked in the shed, how he apparently stood and watched as it happened!? "

"Yes, I know! But-"

"You know and you're still defending him? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ivan's yell echoed across the parking lot, ringing in their ears.

Matthew couldn't take it anymore, feeling like he was going to lose it. While Ivan had yelled at him, he had felt his chest tense in anger. There weren't two sides to this story, but no one was innocent. "No, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

In that short moment, Matthew saw shock fly across Ivan's face.

"You drugged him!" Matthew rambled on, his face growing hot. "You drugged him and tried to kill him didn't you! Why?! I know what he did to your sister, I know! But it was an accident! He told me everything and…and I knew! He told me these things and I know he meant them!"

"But it did happen." Ivan snapped back. "And my sister won't be the same, and someone like him cares about nobody but himself. He's fucked up, and he'll never be sorry! And you fucking think you know everything about him?"

Matthew looked at Ivan with his jaw locked. "At least he didn't try to kill someone on purpose. I'm pretty sure I know enough about him."

And like that, it seemed to be a trigger to Ivan, he leaned forward and grabbed Matthew's t-shirt so tightly, he could hear the fabric ripping. Their foreheads were level, and Matthew could feel Ivan's hot breath and sweat.

"I know him." Ivan said. "I know all his demons. I supplied his demons. I know the things he'll be willing to do for himself, and you're not one of them."

Anger ripped through Matthew so violently, he felt himself grow hot. Never before had someone said something to him that had set him off like this. He wanted to punch, kick, he wanted to hurt. He wasn't even thinking anymore, but his mouth moved and poison spilled out.

"Fuck you."

Ivan's eyes widened and his grip slackened. Matthew pushed past him. He grabbed his keys and got into his car. When he started the engine he looked up to see Ivan still staring at him, but now it seemed like he was staring through him, a lost look on his face. He didn't even care anymore. He was too angry to think.

So he drove. He drove until he saw the familiar road that cut through the forest. The moon overhead lit his path as he turned into the driveway of the one person that he hated and loved at the same time.

Just as he turned off his car and got out of it, he realized he had no set plan. It was already so late, and he couldn't go into his house, when his parents were more than likely home.

But that problem was quickly solved whenever he heard rustling over to the side of the house. He turned his head.

And there he was.

The snow white hair stood like a beacon out in the field, as he stood facing the woods. The dogs were outside and he watched them run and chase each other. His hands were in his pockets, and although he stood tall and strong, his posture seemed sad. Almost lonely.

"Hey!" Matthew called out, making his way through the knee high grass to get to him.

Gilbert jumped slightly and looked over his shoulder. When he saw who it was he turned around and Matthew laughed a little at the surprised look on his face.

"Shorti—Matthew." Gilbert breathed, like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. But Matthew knew what he had to say.

"After everything we've been through, you could at least tell me the truth once in a while instead of hiding it!" He snapped at him. "

"I—"

"And what, you don't think I'll find out? You don't think I would want to know?" Matthew continued. "You don't think I'd want to beat the shit out of you for not knowing?"

Gilbert laughed a little, although it sounded breathy, like he still couldn't figure out what was going on. "So, so what does this mean?"

Matthew stopped and for a moment, they stared at each other. Their eyes were locked and he felt like he was being swallowed by the sad, hurt, damaged, but beautifully hopeful red eyes.

"I'm angry and pissed off, and I love you." Matthew couldn't believe how confidently he had said it, but how glad he was that he could.

Suddenly he was being crushed, his bones screaming in protest, and the air being pushed out of his lungs. Gilbert had pulled him into a hug so tight, he felt his warm palms pressing into his back.

"Thank you." Gilbert voice sounded heavy, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry about everything, I'm so sorry for everything I've done."

Matthew knew he wasn't apologizing to him anymore, but to everything that had happened. Matthew felt his eyes tear up with every shuddery breath Gilbert took.

Gilbert let go of him and placed his hands on Matthew's face, an awed look on his face.

"You look wonderful." He said, "You're more than I could ask for."

The words cut through Matthew in the way that it was the best thing he had ever heard, but it was the first time he had ever heard anyone say such a thing to him.

Gilbert kissed him on the forehead before pulling him back into a hug, his lips pressed into Matthew's hair.

Matthew closed his eyes. There were more problems than ever, but he would figure something out. Whatever had happened he was going to be like any typical teenager and procrastinate until tomorrow. The hurt look on Ivan's face, Feliciano's concern for his brother, Alfred's questions and all his anger...

Everything. Because now was too sweet, now was too good to ruin.

He would smile tonight under the stars.

"Hey." Gilbert said quietly.

"Yeah?" Matthew murmured back pressing his cheek against Gilbert's chest and looking up at him.

"Stay with me tonight?"

"I will." Matthew smiled at Gilbert when he looked at him.

Gilbert pulled him into a kiss that was tender, expect for the small bites on his lower lip. Matthew winced and muttered a tiny 'ow' before they parted and laughed. They fell onto the grass in the field, and there they spent most of their night.

Constructive criticism is welcome. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. 3 Have a safe night everyone and have fun. (: