For Mattie

Chapter Four

×Chapter Four×
×I Love Him...×
×While Chapter Three was happening×

'A tall boy with a smug smirk and mischevious eyes walked over to Matthew, who was unsure of what to do. He dealt wjth the bullies but this boy was a trouble maker. Everyone knew about him and not in a good way. He pranked both students and teachers, got bad grades, cussed and got into fights. Crashed parties with his other two "loser" friends. But something about his intrigued Matthew towards the albino teen. It was still a mystery until him and the bad boy became best friends.

"Hey kid, vould you like to join me and my friends at lunch?" Gilbert asked, eyes soft and caring. They made Matthew feel emotions that were so rare to ever feel if you had a family like his. But he bit his tongue, trying not to correct Gilbert, knowing the boy had a lack of proper sentences and grammar.

"Uh...s-sure?" Matthew whispered, looking up at the other with cautious eyes. Gilbert smiled, taking in the awesome view. What drew him in were the cautious yet gentle lilac purple eyes that seemed to have hues of dark blue mixed around the outer circle of his irises. Pale skin that seemed to just beg to be marked, bitten, kissed. Realizing he was staring at the shorter teen for far too long, he quickly darted his eyes elsewhere.

"Yeah, well let's go. We're meeting my friemds outside. The tall and creepy one is Ivan, the other idiot is Lars" Gilberts explains, grabbing ahold of Matthew's smaller amd soft hand. It felt so perfect to the both of them. Blushing, Matthew tried to catch up, cursing his height but mostly blamed it on the freaskishly tall teen dragging him out the entrance doors.

'Gott he's beautiful...vat am I thinking?! Calm down Gilbert, calm down. You made another friend who was awesome but not as awesome as you..er..me?" Gilbert shrugged at his thoughts and continued to lead Matthew to his "burrowed" car.'

Gilbert smiled at the memory that seemed to happen just yesterday. After watching his Birdie quickly leave his house, he felt so guilty. Matthew can be hurt beyond belief or probably dead and poor Ludwig is crying while holding his corpse. A chirp made him snap out of his gruesome thoughts. Looking to his right, Gilbert smiled as he saw his let bird, Gilbird, chirp reassuringly to him.

"Alright alright, Birdie is going to be okay. Danke Gilbird"

'Ivan was leaning against cold metal, dressed heavily even if the occasional icy breeze never bothered him. He heard a familiar annoying voice and smiled childishly, looking up from his flask to see his good friend Gilbert and a smaller and clearly younger boy next to him. If that was a boy...

"Who's the chick, Gil?" Lars spoke, grinning ear to ear and looking down at the guest. Something awoke in Ivan, and he couldn't help hut think of smashing Lars' head in. He wanted the new member of their group to himself. Sighing, he swung his flask a bit befoee taking quite a large gulp of Vodka.

"Guys, this is Matthew. He's our new friend!" Gilbeet exclaimed. Ivan noticed how the boy's face lit up like a little kid on Christmas. His eyes sparkled prettily and his pink, soft looking, plump lips tugged up in a small smile. Ivan liked the look on the boy and wanted it to always be like that. A sense of something wrong with the boy only proved his worries. But he had a job. To protect Matvey at all cost. And love him.'

Ivan leaned back, neck stiff and vision blurry as he tried to focus on the cartoon playing on the TV. But between the Vodka and hid evergrowing concerns about his little Matvey, he knew he wasn't going to get proper rest tonight. He wanted to scream, to jump up and run to Matthew's house and kill that so called family. Ivan was no fool. He realized his feelings for the Canadian long ago. He loved him. He wanted him im his arms. Wanted to kiss and hug and sleep with the boy of his dreams. That sweet, polite, naive boy. It drove him mad. Sometimes he'll come home and just ignore his sister's calls for him. Because while he had warm food, a nice comfortable room, and a family that cares for him, he knew Matthew didn't have that. The Russian teen just wanted to switch places with Matthew, take the beatings and neglect and harsh words. Just to protect him. Just to see him smile and not have to worry about anything.

"He's to beautiful to be worried about the world. He's to perfect"

'Lars felt like he just won the lottery. The lottery that gifted you an angel. Because that's what Matthew is. An angel who's wings are damaged. And he vowed to be the one who fixes them. But he simply observed the boy, watched his careful movements. He was quite attracted to Matthew's body. Short, slim, feminine; small, almost narrow, waist, wide hips, nice butt. Then there's his face. Soft and gorgeous. Small nose, soft looking lips, wide and youthful eyes. He soon learned that Matthew was 16 and he smiled internally at their close age. He was 17, Gilbert was 17, and Ivan just turned 17.

"I h-heard from s-some people that i-it was your birthday, Ivan. Sorry I couldn't w-wish you a n-nice birthday" Matthew spoke after what seemed like forever. Ivan smiled and nodded at him. Lars knew this was perfect. Everything was perfect. The puzzel has been completed.'

Lars was outside the Beilschmidt household, smoking a cigarette as he looked up at the stars. He wasn't much of an religious type person but his sister was.

"God...please make sure Mattie is alright. I love him, I really do. I...I can't afford for anything nad to happen to him. Please please please" Lars whispered, tears brimming on the edges of his bottom eyelids.

"Please be alright" was what the three friends repeatedly mumbled, waiting for the news that can forever change their lives.

Preview For Next Chapter

Matthew woke up, wounds aching as he tried sitting up. Glancing to his right, he smiled at the sight of a peaceful Ludwig. A knock on the door startled him.

"Mattie...are you awake?"

A/N- Who do you think it is?

Chapter dedicated to- Kawaii_Potato3