"GilGil!" a voice shouted from downstairs inside the Beilschmidt family home. "Get out of bed! It's 10:00 in the morning!"

"Coming, stupid," someone mumbled from underneath a Prussian blue comforter. Said someone then slowly came out from under the sheets…tumbled out is more like it, actually.

"What was that?" another voice called.

"Nothing."

The former occupant was a 17-year-old boy with messy, platinum blond hair and red-violet eyes. His name was Gilbert.

Gilbert reached on his nightstand for his diary, but couldn't find it!

"Oh no," Gilbert said frantically. "Where is it?"

Minutes later, Gilbert found his diary and grinned.