"Come in." You yelled through your mouthful of ice-cream, as you heard someone knock on the door. Melanie walked in, and you decided to ignore her. No point in asking how she'd gotten into the house she obviously knew where the spare key was.
"There's no point in me beating around the bush you like Gilbert, don't you?"
"...what made you think that?" You retorted, as you shovelled in another spoonful of ice-cream.
"Do you really want me to elaborate on that?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Entertain me." Your eyes didn't move off the television set, however.
"You're sitting in front of the TV watching a sappy movie, and eating ice-cream. You're acting like you've broken up with him!"
"It's not a sappy movie!"
"You're watching Just My Luck, [Name]"
"Oh, hell...am I?"
"Yes, you are."
"I wasn't even paying attention!"
"That's even worse! You're so upset that you're not even paying attention!"
"We weren't even together in the first place, dumbass."
"Look at me, [Name]," hearing the strict tone in her voice, you turned towards Melanie. "The only reason I told Francis was because he happens to be Gilbert's closest friend, and I knew that he would know what to do."
You scoffed. "Like I need your help in my love life."
"...you do, [Name]."
You placed your ice-cream aside, and folded your arms. "Okay, fine, let's pretend I do. Now what? Doesn't mean that Gil's gonna like me, is he?"
When you didn't hear anything from her, you turned towards her, only to find yourself facing your best friend with a very creepy smile on her face.
"Gah! What's with that?" You jumped back, slightly.
"I should be getting confirmation of that soon."
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"Ça va, mon ami?" Francis asked, as Gilbert took a seat beside him.
"Whatever, man." Gilbert replied tersely, as he let some of the water from his drink bottle fall over his head, and then his face.
"Mon Dieu, someone seems to be in a bad mood, non?"
"I don't need your wise-assery now, Francis." Gilbert snapped back. He hadn't seen Alex for quite a few days he hadn't picked up any of Gilbert's calls, either, and Gilbert couldn't help but feel concerned, somewhat, even though it was the most un-awesome thing that he could do, of course.
"I've...heard some interesting news, mon ami," Francis continued on, though, undeterred. "Remember [Name], Alex's cousin?"
Gilbert froze, momentarily. This f**ker really had timing, didn't he?
"Yeah, I probably know that girl. What about her?" He tried to give an offhand-ish air couldn't appear too concerned, could he?
"She's returning next week."
"...and how does this interest me? Look, Francis, you know better than to just talk crap to me after football pract-"
"Just thought you'd be interested, you know?"
"No, I don't know." Gilbert retorted.
"Alors, I do." Francis smirked, as he stood up. "Â bientot, mon ami!" And with that, he left.
what had Francis meant? "I do"? As in, he knows? Fuck, he probably didn't know shit. Really! Just thought that he wanted to get into [Name]'s pants, like with every other girl? Obviously that wasn't the case. No one remembered what he remembered no one remembered all the small things.
Gilbert came back, rushing, when he heard that his little bruder had been injured during football practice. He scrapped all the plans that he had even plans he had with Antonio and Francis to sneak into the music room and leave some awesome art on Little Mister Priss or Roderich's sheet music.
As he almost collapsed against the doorframe of the nurse's office, he tried to get his breath back.
"L-Ludwig Beilschmidt." He panted out, as he looked up towards the desk. Panic struck him, however, when he saw that the desk was empty.
There was no one there.
So where was Ludwig?
Taking in a deep breath of air, he entered the office, and looked around. "Hello?" He called. "Is there anyone here?" A mini-panic attack ensued in Gilbert's chest the only thing he had to do properly, he had failed to do. He hadn't even looked after his bruder! He could've stayed at the practice, and dropped him off home, then gone with his friends, right? But, no! As un-awesome as he was being at that moment, he put himself before Ludwig, and look what happened! What if Ludwig needed to go to hospital? Of course, the nurse would be gone, wouldn't she? It was after school! What if he was just lying here, in pain? He'd failed his task as a brother, hadn't he? What would he tell Vati? What would he-"
"Over here! In the inside room!" He heard a voice call. Almost tripping over the chair in front of him, Gilbert rushed towards the source of the voice, and almost had to skid to a halt, so as to not crash into his bruder and the girl who was sitting at the edge of the bed, and wrapping a bandage around his ankle.
"There you go, Ludwig! It'll hurt for a while, so don't try walking too much on it, okay? Actually, try to get crutches as soon as possible, okay?" Ludwig just nodded.
"Ludwig! Are you okay?" Gilbert asked, as he stopped beside the bed.
"Ja, Miss [Name] here says it is just a sprain."
"I'm hoping it is." The girl who Ludwig called [Name] laughed sheepishly. "I'm just first-aid certified, so I can't be 100% sure, but it doesn't look too bad. I'd still say go to a doctor, though."
Gilbert just nodded, as he helped his brother to stand up. Ludwig winced, as he placed pressure on the injured ankle, and Gilbert immediately placed his arm around Ludwig's shoulder, and got Ludwig to do the same. Damn his YOUNGER brother for being almost as tall as him!
"Uh...thanks heaps, [Name], was it? Thanks for taking care of Ludwig." He said, full of sincerity.
"Don't worry about it" she replied, smiling. "I was going home past the field, and I couldn't just leave him there, could I?"
And that was the first time Gilbert felt his heart beat strangely in his chest, all because of a girl
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
After he left, Francis just sent his girlfriend Melanie one text.