Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Chapter 12

"Matthew?"

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"MATTHEW!"

I jerk awake in the morning, laying on my bed and completely hung over. My stomach churns and there's a bucket pressed against my cheek reeking of vomit. The light doesn't help, as my head pounds to unbearable levels. This head throbbing was causing me to feel parts of my brain I wasn't really aware of before that. Shifting stiff arms I was now happy that the bucket was there. I proceeded to heave and bile came out. Coughing, the bitter acidic taste of vomit stained my mouth.

"You're lucky I was here. Your Dad doesn't know about you drinking."

"How about the shut the fuck up red hair. You're the fucking reason I did this in the first place."

I hear him snort and consider puking on him next. Instead I squeeze my eyes shut and suffer.

"Feisty. You remember what happened last night kiddo?"

"Shut. up. I'm only two years younger. Of course I do! I smuggled some vodka after a nice chat and now I have to deal with your stupid ass."

Gilbert looked amused by this. Why did he look amused?

"I like you better like this! Having a backbone looks good on you shorty!"

"I'm taller than you."

"Shut up. Now because that stupid mistake you made I can't find Francis today. How am I supposed to deal with that?"

"Leave. Get out of my house? Leave me suffer through my hangover alone!"

That's when I saw my mistake. He was going to stay here and torture just because I wanted him to leave. Ruby eyes lit up and he laughed.

"Awe~ and miss spending time with my beautiful Matt! I couldn't. I'll just nurse you. Say you slept in. Be your servant."

"I'll send my bear after you."

"You don't have a bear."

"Shut. up."

When his laugher broke out again I want to stand up and throw a whole table at him. Although my head was about to combust, and the light was piercing daggers into them. My stomach had such an extreme sickness I felt like that was going to come up next time the urge to vomit hit.

To my surprise I heard a sigh and listened as footsteps creaked around my floor. My room lights were clicked off and the curtains were closed. Lifting my head for a moment I spot Gilbert looking at me.

"What are doing?"

"I'm staying with you today. Obliviously you've never been hung over before. You need help and I don't think you're Dad will be happy with you boozin'."

Sighing I close my eyes and let myself relax. I didn't trust him in the slightest, but projectile vomiting wasn't something I felt like doing while screaming at someone to get out of my house.

To my surprise he was okay. He googled tips on how to cure hangovers, and even grabbed some pills that would help. It took half the day before I was beginning to feel normal. It was awkward though. That was something you couldn't miss. The only time this was broken is when
He began to tease me, and I started to tease back.

For some reason that was just something I couldn't do in front of other people. The worst thing he did was try to push me down the stairs.

I guess he did try to send Kuma after me, but that may have been because I vomited on him. We weren't friends. We both knew this, consider this one of many temporary truces in my life.

When he left that night I was completely cured. We shook hands, and the truce ended. One hard shove and I slammed the door in his face.

Fricken albino.

(A/N):

This is a shorter chapter but enjoy. I'll be busy soon so my updates will slow down again.

Have a beautiful day guys!.