"[Name], can you do this? Sh-"
"Don't swear!" You whispered harshly, cutting off Gilbert with a quick kiss, as you slipped in through your bedroom window.
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The next day, Gilbert waited for [Name] at the usual spot the bus stop down the road. But, she was late by fifteen minutes. His finger hovered over the green key of his cell phone. He wasn't quite sure whether he should call her, or not. Would her dad-
"Gilbert!" he turned around, to see [Name] standing behind him, taking deep breaths in order to gain her breath back. "Last night...Dad...down by the lake...saw-"
"Shit!" Gilbert exclaimed. "What was he doing there? How'd he see us?"
You shook your head. "H-He said that..." You gulped, as you forced the words to come out of your throat. "We can't meet, Gilbert."
"Was...? It wasn't often that Gilbert reverted to his mother tongue, but dire circumstances called for them like when you called him by his whole name.
"You looked at him, wide-eyed, as you tried to fight back the tears. "B-but I told him."
Gilbert waited in silence, for you to continue.
"I told him...that I loved you, and I'd do anything for you." You stared down at the floor, biting your lip. Your mind was conflicted over the issue, still. You had declared that you loved the proverbial "bad boy" the one that Dad never approved of. But would it all come to waste? What if Gilbert had been using you as just a fling? With conflicting emotion, you had come up to him, to tell him what had happened this morning. Even though you had told yourself that even if Gilbert had told you that it was foolish of you, and that you were indeed a fling to him, that you could bounce right back, but the surmounting nervousness in you said otherwise.
However, you weren't really expecting to be crushed in the Prussian's sudden embrace.
"You don't have to prove anything to me, babe." He muttered through your hair, as you clung onto him.
There was so much you could've told him, but, instead, you just chose to let your tears spill on his sweatshirt. Wordlessly, his arms held you tighter, and he rested his chin on your head, bringing both of you closer in the sharp winter morning's breeze.
Gilbert wasn't sure what else he could say, really. He'd never been shown much affection, and apart from his brother, no one else had ever really done anything for him. He believed in the saying "To each his own", but all that had changed with the girl in his arms. Unconditional love had been new to Gilbert, but he was getting the hang of it...slowly.
"We're better off when Daddy's not around, anyway." He half joked, and you punched his arm, lightly.
Oh baby you got nothing to prove
But if we decide to go doesnt mean he's gotta know
Oh baby you got nothing to lose
And we're better off when daddys not around.