Prucan OneShots (Requests are open)

The Only Real Problem

Her heart felt it again. How? She didn't even look over at the teenager driving him to school, Gilbert. This was bad, very, very bad. She shouldn't be able to feel this. She wasn't suppose to. It was suppose to leave.

Matilda let out an inner sigh damnit she was in love.

Alarm bells began to ring wildly in her mind. This can't be happening. No. No. No.

Gilbert wouldn't be able to love her maybe he wouldn't be able to give love in return. He was to broken. To harmful but damn this man had his heart.

She wasn't the shy girl anymore. She was more sarcastic, she didn't was more protective of her brother so why did the fates allow his hand to get closer to hers?

Why were they allowing him to hold her left hand?
It made her want to cry. She couldn't love him she would only hurt him, use him. She was unworthy of love.

"Kiss me." She thought that night when he video called her.
Take me in your arms, make me laugh, make me forget, and make me willing to let go of my freedom.

Freedom.
Such an odd term to describe the way someone is when they are not with someone. It needed a new word.

He asked her out the next day in school.
She felt the weights on her shoulders and she couldn't look st him. She tried to open her mouth to speak but instead a sob came out.

Gilbert took her hand and pulled her into the girls restroom.
Eliza, Gilberts best friend was there.

She looked at the situation and left (unkown to them but she would keep guard for them).

Gilbert pulled out some tissues he kept in his bookbag (allergies) and wiped her tears.

"Don't touch me." Matilda whispered
Gilbert drew his hand away and Matilda took off her glasses to wipe her own tears.

"It's not you. Gil I like you, I really do. I'm just bad."

"How are you bad?" Gilbert asked letting out a laugh.
Matilda wasn't bad she was great, a sweet girl with a spark in her eyes.

"I'm toxic." Matilda said crying more "I-I'm unloving. I don't deserve love. I'll hurt yo-you and I'm scared to get h-hurt."

Gilbert pulled her into a hug, one arm around her waist and the other in her hair.

"No. Birdie. Nien. Don't think that. Don't say that. It's not true Matlida Bel-Fuck- Williams."

Matilda couldn't help bit giggle.
"I know your last name I swear." Gilbert said with a laugh.

"Give us a chance?" Gilbert said in a whisper.
Matilda had her hands on her chest throughout the hug, but her grip on his shirt began and it was pretty tight.

"One date." Gilbert said "This weekend. I'll take you to a movie."

Matilda nodded in his chest and let out a whisper of the word;
"Okay."

That weekend Matilda went into Gilberts grandfathers pickup.
Shit she did look amazing. It was just a simple dark purple button down shirt that the sleeves stopped just after her elbows, and some jeans, with her clasic pigtails.

Gilbert felt almost underdressed with his graphic "One Punch Man" graphic Genos shirt and ripped dark blue jeans, a chain around the belt that held his pants up.

They drove not into town but out of it to a field.
"C'mon." Gilbert said getting out, he then race over to her side to open the door before she could even touch the handle.

He opened the door beside her as well and pulled out a few blankets, a computer bag, and a large plastic bag filled with food.

They then went to the back where Gilbert and opened the back gate of the truck.
In it there were three rows of lime green cushions (most likely from the 60s).

Gilbert put the stuff in the back of the truck and put the fluffy blankets over the cushions along with Matilda (who wanted to help).

Gilbert then put the bag of food which contained two bags nacho doritos, gatorades (red of course), some Hershey bars, and peeps.

"Does Gilbird know about the peep?" Matilda asked getting under one of the five blankets.
"Nien." No Gilbert said looking at her very seriously "And we can never tell him Mattie. He'll be heartbroken and heartbreak can cause death, so if we do tell him he'll die. We'll be responsible for the feath of an awesome creature."

Matilda giggled "I'll keep that in mind."

The two were laying so that the tail of the truck was behind them, and the tailgate was down allowing their feet to catch the breeze every now and again.

The computerscreen was by the truck itself on a pedistal of 1970 of piss yellow cushions.

Gilbert opened his laptop, logged on, and clicked kn an already downloaded movie.

Chicken Run.

"Is this one cool?"
Matilda nodded "I haven't seen this since I was a kid."

"I just watched last week with Francis."

"You need more culture." Matilda said plopping a dorito into her mouth.

Once they finished thst movie t wasn't even close to Matildas time to get home.
So they watched another.

50 First Dates.

About halfway through it Matilda began to lean into Gilbert feeling sleepy, he moved his arm to hold her closer to him.

"I'm hard to love." She muttered in a tired drunkness.

"Nien." Gilbert whispered to her "You're only problem is that you don't accept love from others."

Matilda nodded and fell asleep against his arm the computer screen still singing with the sounds of the two lovers in front of her.

They got home just barley in time. An angry Native mother at the door glaring at Gilbert as thr truck pulled in.

Alfred could be seen from the living room window and an obvious look of relief was washed over him when he saw his sister home.

Gilbert hadn't even turned off the car when the blond beside him leaned forward quickly amd kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you." Matilda said leaving the truck looking down.

Gilbert felt a smile twitch on his lips.

Later he would text her though that she didn't need to chose until she was ready but in all honesty. Matilda doubted she ever would be until she jumped without knowing if a net would catch her.

So she jumped into the arms of Gilbert.