Pulling Through (PruCan) [Under Editing]

CH 4: Unwanted visitors (edited)

Matthew silently sighed as Gilbert guffawed in the kitchen conversing with two guests, they were Gilbert's high school friends who got separated when they followed their own paths of their future. "So Roderich, I heard you were very famous in the classical music industry." Gilbert chuckled at the brunette man. "Yes I have been interested in that certain major since grade school." Roderich stated. "Oh but you should hear him live, it's so amazing!" a girl with lime green eyes and long silk brown hair exclaimed.

"Elizabeta you're always so positive, I guess Roderich is lucky to have an audience like you." Gilbert said with a smirk, Matthew who was in the living room was hearing their conversation not wanting to interrupt their reunion. "Of course, how about you? Have you found someone yet?" Roderich and Elizabeta eyed him with a dark glare. "U-uhm..yes! I'll call him right now." A nervous sweat formed on Gilbert's forehead. "Birdie come here for a sec! There's some people I want you to meet." He called out.

Matthew took a shaky breath and reluctantly got up from his comfortable position on the couch. "Coming." He quietly responded walking toward the kitchen with his tank in tow, he was reluctant to enter and nervously looked at his smiling lover. "Come here birdie, it's okay." He assured with open arms. "O-okay.." Matthew stammered and walked into the embrace hiding his face in Gilbert's shirt. "This is my birdie Matthew. Matthew these are my friends Roderich and Elizabeta." Gilbert introduced them. "Come on birdie let them see your beautiful face." He cooed teasingly.

Matthew blushed and reluctantly left the comforting embrace and faced the two people who sat at the table with shock filled gazes given to him. "H-how old are you Matthew?" Roderich asked which caused him to look down and fiddle with his tubes that tangled around his slim arm. "Nineteen..." he mumbled. "Don't get any ideas got it?" Gilbert warned jokingly and slung his arm over Matthew's frail shoulder pulling him to his chest.

"..you're a very lucky boy Matthew, congratulations Gilbert.." Elizabeta's eyes were dark as she glared at Matthew eyeing him from head to toe. "Thanks! I'm so happy to have him to myself." Gilbert nodded and placed a kiss on Matthew's cheek. "Come sit birdie have a drink with us." Gilbert sat him on a chair close to the uncomfortable looking couple who were still trying to process the many reasons why Gilbert would love someone like Matthew.

Matthew slid his tank under the table making sure to be cautios of where he placed it. "Honestly Gilbert, you shouldn't allow minors drink. It's illegal." Roderich sighed. "I know that, that's why I got him juice instead of alcohol." Gilbert placed a cup of grape juice in front of Matthew. "Mow don't go too crazy birdie." He laughed. "I won't." Matthew reassured with a small smile before taking a tiny sip from his cup. "How do you guys know each other?" Matthew looked up at the couple who instantly blushed at the question. "Ah well.."

Gilbert grew tense. "We were both his lovers in high school.." Elizabeta answered. "But it's all in the past now!" Gilbert forced a wide smile. "At least we're still all friends right?" Matthew frowned to himself feeling guilt weigh down against his chest. "Sorry, I'm really tired..it was nice meeting you two." He got up from his seat and trudged back to the living room pulling his tank. "Matthew wait." Gilbert grasped onto his wrist stopping Matthew at his tracks. "..I really am tired, honest." He turned to him with a faked tired smile.

"Just let the poor boy be Gilbert." Elizabeta frowned. "...is everything okay Matthew?" he asked, completely ignoring Elizabeta's warning. "Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbled and pulled his arm away from his lover's grasp. "I'll be in the living room." And with that said he was gone leaving everyone in the kitchen silent. "How did you meet such a boy like him?" Roderich asked. "Long story." Gilbert huffed.

He couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest when he replayed the current scene in his head, the frown placed upon his lovers delicate lips, and he could've sworn that he saw a glint of pain in his soft lavender eyes. "We got time." Elizabeta shook him from his thoughts. "Why is he the way he is? Is he ill?" They asked so many questions about Matthew talking as if he were some alien. "This is a very personal and sensitive topic.." he said between gritted teeth.