Your pencil glided gracefully across the notebook paper, as an image was slowly developing. You had just finished your light lunch, and was eating Pocky as you drew random things onto the paper. Your (e/c) eyes fluttered up quickly to catch a glimpse of Gilbert, sitting at the other side of the lunchroom. You despised the kids that he hung out with, but it wasn't like you could do anything about it right? You were seen as weak and shy, and the worst part about these assumptions were, that they were true.
Your eyes went back down to your paper as you thought about reasons why Gilbert would hang out with such jerks. The girls, or 'sluts and attention druggies' as you called them, were always picking on you, and most of the guys at the table were just show-offs. The only person you knew, and would treat you nicely at that table was Antonio. Antonio was one of your friend, Lovino's best friend, he just wouldn't admit it. Another boy that wasn't as mean, but still a bit of a pervert was Francis, but you weren't sure you wanted to meet him close up. Along with Gilbert, the three was entitled 'The Bad Touch Trio'.
The girls that hung around their table always wore skimpy clothing, and made themselves look like total whores. You on the other hand stuck to over-sized hoodies or sweaters. Whenever those girls would pick on you, Gilbert would usually be just around the corner, and without you noticing, would wear the look of pity.
"Ve~! ___, can I see what you're drawing!" Veliciano peeked over your shoulder to look at your current drawing. The Italian loved and praised your drawings, and you appreciated it. You turned your gaze towards him, and pushed the notebook towards him. "___, you never stop amazing me with your cool drawings~!" you nodded and giggled lightly in reply, and pulled the note book in front of your chest again.
Aside from drawing, you enjoyed singing. In your room. By yourself. You never liked singing in public, worried about negative criticism, even though your Youtube account which held various amounts of recordings of your singing have gotten very kind words and comments about your fucking awesome voice. You also didn't mind singing in front of Veli, since you knew he would say nothing but the positive.
You loathed the shyness you possessed. Gilbert wasn't shy, not even by the slightest bit. Wait. Why were you thinking about Gilbert? You had better things to think about, like updating Tumblr, or posting another cover, or perhaps drawing a picture for your DeviantArt.
"___, is it okay if I draw something in your notebook? Le mie scuse[1], I didn't bring any paper with me..." Veli wore a sorry face, his normally closed eyes begging for forgiveness.
"Si, Veli, go on ahead," You gladly flipped to a clean page, and passed it to the Italian who quickly lightened up. He was both happy that you were finally using the language that he taught a little bit to you, and that he could draw. You smiled smiled softly as you watched Veli draw cute little animals and such.
*~*~*GILLY'S 3rd PERSON*~*~*
Gilbert looked past the girl,(Name of a Bitch you hate), that sat in front of him. He watched ___ smile softly at her Italian friend drawing in a notebook. He had seen her before, knew her name, and knew that she liked drawing. The thing was, he wanted to know more than just that. He didn't really know why, he just had a weird feeling, telling him to have a curiousness towards her.
"Gil, are you even listening?" (Name of a Bitch you hate) snapped at him. Gilbert blinked before looking at the ring leader of the 'popular girls'. "Uh, I um.." Gilbert muttered.
"Ohonhonhon~ I see who you were looking at mon ami~" Francis nudged Gilbert. (Name of a Bitch you hate) looked behind her, only finding ___. With a disgusted look, she turned back to The Bad Touch Trio. "You mean that little definition of wasted time?" she said in a cold voice. Huh... That could have been the most intelligent thing one of these skanks would ever say.
"You mean ___, right (Name of a Bitch you hate)?" Antonio chimed in, trying to protect Lovino and Veliciano's best friend. "She's a wasted space, I don't see why the Vargas twins would ever want to hang out with her," Gabby once again spat out. At this, Gilbert had a slight frown. He looked back to ___ once more, and saw that she was busy talking to Veliciano.
___ I'm sorry for all the unawesome people, Gilbert thought to himself.
*~*~*YOUR 3rd PERSON*~*~*
"Hello fratello~!" Veli practically sang when his brother, Lovino, came over to sit down.
"Hey idiota, hey ___," Lovi greeted, sitting down with his curl bouncing as he did so. "Hi Lovi," you returned is greeting, taking your eyes off the paper just to look at him. He never let anyone else call him Lovi, not even Antonio. He let it slide for you, because he couldn't get uberly upset with you. You continued drawing a little cat as Veli gasped excitedly. He has an idea?
"I have an idea!" Veli stood up with his index finger pointing straight up. Everyone in the lunchroom looked over at him, either with confused, encouraging, or giggly faces. "___! Why don't you enter in the talent show?" He turned his look over at you. This was very random, when did this pop into his mind?
"...V-Veli, you know I can't..." you almost whispered.
"Why not? You are really good at singing!" He contemplated. "Idiota! You know she dosen't like singing in public!" Lovino snapped at the younger twin. "Oh," Veli looked down, grimacing.
"It's okay Veli," You patted his back. He started smiling and pulled you into a tight hug. "You're so nice ___!!"
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FanfictionYou always had bundles of talent, but was always afraid to display it in front of others, in fear of negative criticism. You see, you were shy. You loathed it. But... perhaps one of the boys from across the cafeteria could help your little issue. th...
