... I like this chapter. w
Also, it's kinda weird when I type stuff about his foster dad, because whenever I picture him, I think of Bella's dad off of Twilight for some reason. xD
But anyway, I have a feeling some of you might enjoy this chapter~ w
Gilbert stayed a while and we mostly just made small talk. He talked about how Francis had hit on this girl at school, and how she rejected him and kicked him in his you-know-what. He laughed as he explained how Francis had doubled over in pain, his face red. I chuckled, agreeing that it must have been quite a sight. He nodded. Then, he started to look around, and upon finding the remote, he changed the channel to football. I scotched over so he could sit on the bed with me (Though I'm fairly positive that wasn't allowed), and he smiled, climbing in next to me. He cheered quietly every time his team made a touchdown and booed silently every time the other team scored. I wasn't too into football, but I went along with it, mostly just enjoying Gilbert's company. The time for him to go came too soon, and the nurse came in telling he had to go. I was getting a bit sleepy from the pills anyway. He pouted a little, then smiled at me.
"I'll be here first thing tomorrow to check on you, okay Birdie?" He beamed and I nodded, smiling softly.
"Yeah, that would be cool." I murmured. He brought me into a gentle hug and left, waving flirtatiously at one of the nurses as he passed by her. I rolled my eyes as the nurse made a disgusted face, returning to her work. I chuckled and looked up at the clock. It was eight o'clock, and about time I head to bed. The nurse checked on me before I fell asleep and turned my light off. I got comfy, laying on my side, and fell asleep to the sound of the TV droning on in the background.
I can't wait to see Gilbert in the morning.
It was very difficult to wake up in the morning. That medicine really works, let me tell you. Well, it helps with sleep. The pain wasn't too bad before, and the medicine did help for a little while, but I woke up and I felt like my cuts were on fire. It hurt so bad, I almost started crying.
I would say that means something, but then again, I cry a lot.
The nurse came in and replaced that bandages, then gave me some more medicine. After I took it, she left and came back with some breakfast. Some toast that still felt very much like regular bread, some scrambled eggs, an orange, a small box of Frosted Flakes, milk (I presumed was for the cereal), and some orange juice. I thanked her and ate my cereal (Which was disgusting by the way), and I ate my orange. I was pretty much stuffed after that, so I set the tray aside and checked the time. It was almost nine-thirty.
Visiting is at ten, so Gilbert should be here in about thirty minutes.
The thought made me giddy. I couldn't wait to see him!
Momentarily distracted, I didn't notice the doctor slip in.
"Matthew?" He called softly and I turned toward him.
"Yes?" I asked and he gave a small smile.
"Good news. We're going to keep you here for one more night, and then you're free to go." He told me, and I felt so relieved. Man, I could not wait to get out of here!
"But, I do need to speak with your father about how things will probably be when you get home. I expect there will be some changes, yes?" He lifted an eyebrow and I nodded. Then he smiled widely.
"Excellent! I've already called your father, and he will be here momentarily." He explained and left, waving. I nodded and slumped back, looking up at the TV. Some weird game show was on, and everyone was in costumes.
God, America is weird…
Thirty minutes went by fast, and Al's dad was the first to come. He walked in and sat down in a chair next to my bed. He looked at me and gave a small smile.
"How are you feeling today, Matthew?" He asked and I smiled back softly.
"I'm feeling a bit better. I'm in a little bit of pain, but I'll live." I said to him and he nodded. Then came the awkward five-minute silence while we waited for the doctor to come back. He came in all smiles and greeted Al's dad with a handshake and sat down. And once again, he had his clipboard.
"Now, Mr. Jones, I would like to talk to you about Matthew," He gestured to me.
"He can go home tomorrow if he feels he is ready, but I want to make sure that we establish a few new rules." He started and I groaned inwardly. Al's dad just nodded.
"First, for Matthew's safety, I would like you to try and get rid of anything hazardous in your home. Knives, firearms, possibly even rope. Well, just keep them out of Matthew's grasp, okay?" He gave a small smile and Al's dad nodded again, looking at me. I gave a tiny nod and sighed lightly.
The doctor told us that we should try and contact a therapist, which Al's dad agreed to, but we didn't really have the money to spend on a shrink at the moment. So I just assumed that we weren't going to do it. Plus, I didn't like therapists anyway. Then, he talked about trying to get me to open up to my family and friends a little, and I agreed with that. It was definitely something I was going to work on. After that, the doctor left but my dad stayed a little while. We kind of had a heart-to-heart about things, and needless to say, tears were shed. Yet again.
Eventually he had to leave, and he gave me a small hug. Then he left, leaving me to my awkward game shows. That is, until Gilbert showed up.
Gilbert walked in, coming straight over to me. He smiled and brought me into a tight hug, seeming to forget the fact I was in a hospital.
"Hey Mattie! How are you feeling today?" He murmured into the hug, his face right next to my ear. I blushed lightly, not used to him being so close (Which was a surprise, considering how much he normally clung to me when we were alone.), and I gave him a small smile.
"Today is a bit better." I decided not to tell him about the slight pain, considering the fact that it was small and I didn't want to worry him. He grinned and pulled back. I had to restrain myself from bringing him back in. Man, I wish I didn't have feelings for Gilbert. It makes things a lot more difficult. More so for me than for him, because, lets face it, he doesn't feel the same way, sadly.
"When are you going home?" He asked.
"Tomorrow." I answered and his grin increased in size.
"Awesome!" Then his eyes grew softer, less excited.
"Are you coming back to school?" He asked quietly and I shook my head.
"Probably not for another week or so." I replied, giving a small smile. Gilbert just shrugged.
"More time to spend with you, then." he smirked and I could feel myself blush. I gave a small, bashful smile.
"Yeah." I answered, and we began to talk. Mostly about what's been going on with Gilbert and his friends. He insisted that we talk about me for a little bit, but I didn't really want to get into that, and Gilbert didn't push it. We basically talked and laughed like that until he had to leave. Then we said our good-bye's and Gilbert gave me one last hug before he left. After he left, the nurse that had come in looked to me and asked, smiling, "Is that your boyfriend?" and I just chuckled.
The rest of the day went by slowly. I couldn't wait to get home and back to my own bed! And I couldn't wait to get in the shower. I felt so nasty just sitting in this bed for several days.
Alfred and his dad came to visit for about an hour. Me and Alfred were talking a little about what's been going on with him. As with Gilbert, he wanted to hear about me, but I did the same thing to him as I did with Gilbert. I said I didn't want to talk about me, but he was a bit more persistent. He frowned at me.
"Mattie, not talking about how your feeling and other things is exactly what got you into this mess!" He exclaimed and I sighed and gave in.
"Fine. If you must know, I've been doing better." This didn't seem to please him.
"And…?" He said slowly gesturing with his hands for me to continue. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"And the hospital food is making me feel like I need to get my stomach pumped, and I can't wait to get out of here," I smirked.
"Tomorrow." Alfred smiled widely and fist-pumped the air.
"Yes!" he exclaimed and a nurse poked her head in and told him to shush. He just gave an amused smile and turned back to me.
"Are you excited to come home?" He asked me and I nodded.
"Absolutely. I can't wait to take a shower." I answered and Alfred laughed.
"Of course you would be excited about taking a shower. Only you, Mattie." he chuckled.
Our conversations stayed light for the rest of his stay, and once he left, dinner came and once I was done with that, I headed to sleep, excited for tomorrow.
As much as I was looking forward to the next day, I was actually a bit down when it came. My sleep had been horrible at best. I kept having nightmares and I woke up every other hour, so when it was time for me to get up and get ready to leave, I could barley get out of bed. One of the nurses came in and made sure I had gotten up, and once she finally got me out of bed, she left me to get my stuff ready. Well, I didn't really have any stuff. Just some sanitary wipes the hospital let me use to clean myself with since I couldn't bathe properly, and my clothes that I had from the first day I was here. I changed into those, thankful to be out of the revealing hospital gown, and I waited for Alfred to come get me. His dad had to work early today, but he would see me around three when he got off. After Al picked me up and we went home, I plopped down on the couch, not even bothering to take a shower like I wanted, and I fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later, just in time for lunch. Nightmares had come back in my nap, but this time I couldn't just wake up from them. I felt even more exhausted than before I fell asleep, but I wasn't about to go back to sleep. I groggily sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"Well, look who finally woke up." I jumped when I heard a familiar voice.
"Gil?" I squeaked and he laughed, getting up from where he was sitting and walked over to me.
"Hey, Mattie." he greeted, grinning at me. I blushed a little in embarrassment and smiled lightly.
"H-hey Gilbert." I said to him and stood up slowly. Then, confusion set in.
"Where's Al?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He shrugged.
"Dunno. Guess he had to go back to school or something. He asked me to keep an eye on you." He smirked and my eyes widened a little. I was surprised that Al actually asked Gilbert to watch over me. But whatever. He looked around and I remembered he had never been in my house before. I figured I should be polite and show him around.
"Do you want a tour, or something?" I asked and he grinned, nodding.
"Sure, why not?" He replied and I smiled. I showed him our kitchen and dining room, then I took him upstairs and showed him the bathrooms and bedrooms, saving mine for last. I brought him in there and closed the door behind us. It was then I noticed how dull my bedroom was compared to Gilbert's. His had posters and a whole bunch of knick-knacks, and mine just had your basic furniture and a small TV. Even my comforters were boring! Stupid sky blue blankets…
Gilbert took no notice to this though, and grinned when he looked around.
"Nice room, Birdie." He commented and I smiled, a little relieved.
"Thanks." I replied and went over to sit on my bed. He moved around my bedroom and checked out some of the tiny, mundane things I had scattered throughout my room. He stopped at a picture of me, my real mom, and my real dad. He picked it up carefully and went over to me.
"Who are these people?" He asked, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Those are my real parents." I answered, then his face took on a puzzled look.
"I thought you hated them?" He asked and I nodded.
"I do, but my mom wasn't so bad, and this is the only picture of me and her together." I answered and Gilbert nodded in understanding. While he examined the picture in the frame, I examined him. I took notice of all of his beautiful features. His silvery-white hair, which shined in the light of my bedside lamp, his crimson red eyes which were also glowing, but with their own emotions. His slender, yet muscled body that you could see rippling through his somewhat-tight shirt. Gosh, this man was just so… handsome. Eventually, he caught me staring and he smirked at me.
"See something you like, Mattie?" He asked and winked. I blushed brightly and shook my head, even though it was probably obvious that I was lying. "N-no! I-I just…" I stammered and he leaned down, right in front of me, and might I add, very close.
"Are you sure Mattie?" He whispered, his face right in front of mine. My blush darkened and I didn't shake my head, nor did I nod. I just stayed still with my eyes wide. His smirk widened.
"I thought so." he whispered and leaned forward, now even closer. Our noses touched, then he spoke up again.
"May I?" He asked quietly, and I knew exactly what he meant by the question.
He wanted to kiss me.
I nodded slightly, waiting for him to break the distance between us, and sure enough, he did. At first, his lips only brushed mine, then they pressed against mine gently. He tilted his head, trying to gain more access, and I did the same. We closed our eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wound his arms around my waist and leaned into the kiss a little more.
Eventually, we broke apart to breath and he smiled at me.
"Well," He started, grinning at me.
"That was nice. I never thought you would let me do that, Birdie." I just smiled lightly.
"I never thought you would do that in the first place, Gil." I replied and his grip around my waist tightened slightly.
"Matthew…" he started and I looked into his eyes, violet meeting red.
"I think now would be a good time to say that… that I've kinda had a crush on you for a while." he whispered, blushing lightly. My eyes widened a little.
"S-same here…" I whispered and Gilbert's grin widened. He leaned in for another kiss, though this time it was more passionate. It surprised me a little, but I soon got over the initial shock and kissed him back with just as much passion. He gently ran his tongue along my bottom lip, and I guessed this was a sign he wanted me to open my mouth, so I did. He smirked into the kiss and cautiously slid his tongue into my mouth. I had to keep from squeaking in surprise. I had never been this close to anyone, let alone kissed anyone. Especially like this.
I unwrapped my arms and cupped his neck, leaning in for more, my tongue dancing with his. His grip around my waist tightened and he leaned me against the bed. So basically, we were in a pretty compromising position, but neither of us cared. The only thing we really seemed to notice at the moment was each other.
And that was good enough for us.