'Till I Waltz Again With You {AmeCan}

Chapter 3

Matthew already regretted his decision to go to a party that night.
But it was too late to turn back, because he was right outside the dorm it was being held in, Gilbert at his side.
"Yo, Matt, let's go in now. I'm gonna make this an awesome night for sure. And you'll probably get to see your little crush there too~" Gilbert teased and winked at Matthew, earning him an eye roll and playful glare.
They entered the place, and there was already a mass of people inside, causing Matthew to let out an audible sigh, and Gilbert an audible 'whoop' of excitement. It was obvious how different the two felt about parties, especially as Gilbert gave a small wave at Matthew before heading straight to where the alcohol was located. Matthew intended to avoid that area, preferring not to get drunk that night.
However, moments later Gilbert was right in front of Matthew again. In his hands, he held not one, but two cups of what was probably beer, but Matthew wasn't quite sure. Before he could say anything, one cup was thrust into his hand, and Gilbert was gone again in the blink of an eye. He should've known Gilbert would never let him go to a party and not have any alcohol. 
As Gilbert so often said, "You need live a little more, have some fun!", and apparently alcohol supposedly was part of "living a little more".
Matthew sighed, taking a sip of the drink, not caring much at that point. If anything, the alcohol would help him get through the night without incident. Or maybe with incidents, alcohol can really fuck a person up. He wouldn't drink too much though, he wanted to be able to go to work the next day. 

At least, that's what he had planned.

...

Three hours passed by, and Matthew was more than a little tipsy. He had a bit of trouble walking straight, and kept staring at a guy who was flirting with some girl he didn't recognize with a strange smile. Not surprisingly, the "guy" was Alfred, the boy Matthew seemed infatuated with. A couple times, his drunk self almost went over and started flirting with him himself, but he still had some common sense, and always decided against it. But, stupidly, Matthew drank more, and that part of his mind still thinking clearly and stopping him from doing idiotic things... was no longer thinking clearly.
At this point, Matthew walked-more like stumbled-over to Alfred, and tried to flirt, which didn't go so well. Fortunately or unfortunately, Alfred was also rather drunk, and didn't see how truly bad the flirting attempts were. Stumbling and laughing, the two ended up dancing together, to which Gilbert gave a thumbs up to Matthew from the distance. 
Though the music playing was some upbeat pop music, the closest thing that anyone could compare the dance to would be a waltz of sorts. It wasn't a slow waltz danced by two people in love however, it was a too fast, messy waltz danced by two boys who barely knew each other. Yet, it'd be something stuck in Matthew's memory forever. The parts he could remember anyway. 
The 'waltz' didn't last long, as it was past 2 AM, and Gilbert knew he would have to drag Matthew back to their dorm at some point. A drunk Matthew wasn't too hard to get to do what you wanted, but he was quite hard to deal with. He was giggly, loud, and far from shy when it came to inappropriate acts. At one point, his hands had end up going up Alfred's shirt (purposely), not that the other had really noticed or cared, he was too drunk too after all. 
Gilbert knew he'd end up having trouble getting Matthew to sleep when they did get back, that was for sure. He was simply lucky that he himself had a high tolerance to alcohol, and hadn't managed to get himself drunk.
He sighed as he practically carried Matthew out, making the short trek to their own dorm as Matthew let out whines in protest, yet laughing at the same time.
Matthew really was interesting when he was drunk.

~

Matthew woke up with a pounding head, and the light seemed impossibly bright. He didn't know what time it was, but he really didn't want to go to work that day. He fumbled around for his phone, figuring it would be around him somewhere. To his dismay, it was nowhere to be found. That gave him two options: One, his phone was somewhere else in the room and he'd be forced to get up, or two, he left his phone at that party the previous night

Speaking of the party, Matthew did wonder what happened there. He remember making the grave mistake of drinking too much beer, but things after that were just... blurry. He did try hard to remember though, and few memories cam back to him. 
There was the attempted the flirting, then there was... oh. Oh.
It wasn't much, but he could remember enough. The 'waltz', the drunken laughter, the near kisses. And all with a boy he barely knew. 
Matthew buried himself deeper under his blanket. If the hangover didn't kill him, the embarrassment surely would. At that point, he really did hope he didn't have to face the other again.

Turns out, life had different plans for him.

After venturing out from the safety of his bed, Matthew had asked Gilbert, who was luckily in their room, if he could borrow his phone. Gilbert gave a nod, and allowed Matthew use of the phone. He proceeded to call in sick for work, That gave him the rest of the day to most likely vomit a bit, and live in his bed.
Luckily(?) for him, the majority of the day went just like so. That was, until there was a knock at the door. At the time he heard the sound, Matthew was somewhat better than he had been in the morning, so he didn't have much of a problem opening the door. He just hoped he wouldn't have a very long conversation with whoever it was. 
The moment he opened the door, his face turned more than a few shades of red and Matthew almost considered shutting the door.

"Hey dude, Alfred F. Jones, remember me?"

-

Matthew took one look at the person in front of him and considered closing the door. He did decide against it after a bit of thinking though, there was a chance that he hadn't been able to recall any of last night's events.

And then he realized he had been staring at Alfred during his thinking. He quickly cleared his throat, looking away.

"Er, I do. Do remember you I mean. Why exactly are you here though...? And how did you know where my dorm was?"

"Well, I'm friends with this French guy, who's friends with Gilbert, who's your roommate so... I just asked Francis. But anyways, I'm here 'cause you left your phone at that party last night! You're lucky I'm the one who found it by the way." Alfred grinned and pulled a phone out of his pocket, which Matthew recognized instantly because of the maple leaf on the case.

"Oh, uhm, thank you." He took the phone from Alfred's hands, "Sorry you had to come all the way here to return it."

"What're you, Canadian or something? No need to say sorry, it was no problem." Alfred obviously meant it as a joke, as he accompanied it with a short laugh.

"Well... yes, actually. I am Canadian." Matthew sheepishly smiled at the other blonde.

"Oh... well hey dude, that's pretty cool! Anyways, I should probably be on my way. 'Till I waltz again with you~" he sang the short verse slight off key, laughing slightly. "Though maybe next time, it'll be when we're both sober."

And with that, he disappeared from sight, leaving a blushing and flustered Matthew standing at the door. Matthew shook his head and closed the door, before throwing himself onto his bed and falling asleep.