{Hetero PruCan} What's in her Shoes?

Part 1

A fair-skinned girl stood by herself in the middle of the city's centre, her neck craned in order for her to stare at the night sky's clouds that seemed to darken above her. She flinched as a rain drop fell from above and landed on her cheek, slowly rolling along it. The girl rubbed it from her skin and focused her gaze at the people that bustled about her, either running along the street in the midst of a dire bus chase, casually cruising along in their fancy suits on their way to or from work or smiling and having a swell time with their many friends that surrounded them. The pale girl smiled wryly and dug her hands deep within her grey hoodie's pockets, almost deterred by the way people seemed to live a better life than her own. However, it didn't really bother her - she was a country-bumpkin after all, and was raised with optimism flowering within her. But people come down from their paradises eventually, and for this one girl - Gillian Beilschmidt - today was that day.

Gillian sniffled softly and gazed at the concrete below her, the wet weather leaving a puddle before her. She practically glared at her reflection as her vermillion eyes stared back at her, instantly giving away the fact that she was of Albino blood (that and her white hair). She hissed at her reflection and strode forward, causing the puddle to ripple and distort the reflections within. Gillian swallowed hard and kept her eyes glued to the ground as she made her way through the hordes of people on the city streets, hoping that no-one would notice her eyes and abuse her for it. She stopped occasionally for cars and such to pass along the roads, she being quick to begin walking again. However, this caused a small visibility problem - although it never really caused her any trouble before. As Gillian kept her eyes focused on the damp ground, a man walking the opposite way to her was performing the same action, and it caused a collision between the two. Gillian squeaked loudly as they bumped (more in general shock than pain) and her bottom hit the ground forcefully. Before she could comprehend what was actually occurring, she heard a string of apologies from the man that had bumped into her - and surprisingly enough, he was still standing tall - his hand held out in order to help her from the cold, damp path. "I'm so sorry..." The man squeaked with a heavy Canadian accent, Gillian attempting to limit her eye contact with the stranger for fear he might question about her eyes.

"It's... Fine." She mumbled, a German accent lacing throughout her voice as she took the other's hand. The Canadian man seemed almost shocked with her reply, as if she had said something amazing.

"You can see me?" He practically whispered. Gillian furrowed her brows as she pulled herself from the floor. "Well of course I can." She hissed, "I don't understand why I wouldn't." She straightened herself up and decided to risk a quick look at the surprised stranger. He had mid-length blonde hair with a crazy curl, large round glasses, violet eyes, a red hoodie, blue jeans, converse sneakers, and his height far exceeded her own.

The tall stranger smiled shyly and caught Gillian's gaze, her heart stopping for a beat as he did so. She sighed and started to move away, only to be stopped by a hand gripping her wrist followed by a faint, "Wait!"

"What...?" She mumbled, slightly frightened.

"I uh... I'm Matthew." He smiled softly. Gillian nodded slowly, unsure as to whether she could give Matthew her name - considering he had her by the wrist. "I'm Gillian."

"Gillian? I think I've heard that name before..." He hummed.

"Tch!" Gillian growled, pulling her wrist from his grasp. "You're probably thinking of my brother, Gilbert. If you're looking for him, check any one of these bars. He's more than likely drinking with the rest of the 'Bad Touch Trio'." She hissed, taking a few steps away from Matthew.

"I know Gilbert quite well. My dad is apart of that trio." Matthew chuckled softly, causing a displeased groan to escape Gillian's throat. "But that's not where I've heard it... I think my father mentioned your name when he was talking with your brother."