Birdie and the Beast

Chapter 3: A Proposal and an Exchange

A few days later Matthias and Peter hid behind a bush near Matthew's house.

"Boy is Matthew gonna be surprised by what I have in store for him." said Matthias, grinning broadly.

"Who?" Peter asked, confused.

"Matthew Williams. You know, Alfred's twin brother?"

"Alfred has a twin brother?"

"Of course he does you idiot. And I am going to ask him to marry me. After all, he's the only person in this town close enough to looking as dashing handsome as I do. Plus, he has a great ass."

"Alfred or Matthew?"

"Matthew, duh! That Alfred guy is way too weird and he doesn't know when to shut up." God, that kid was dumb. The only reason Matthias allowed Peter to hang around him was so that he could be praised as often as possible. "Peter, is everyone ready?"

"Oh yes!" Peter replied enthusiastically. "We've got a clergy, and all of the townspeople are waiting over at your house. There's even a big cake too, and a band!"

"Good. Now all I have to do is propose!" Matthias chuckled. With his stunning good looks and a wedding already prepared, how could Matthew possibly turn him down?

The unsuspecting victim-er-I mean Matthew, had just finished making a stack of pancakes for breakfast. They had come out just right, an even golden brown color without being either undercooked or overcooked. Setting down a bottle of maple syrup, Matthew was just about to begin eating when he heard a knock at the door.

Annoyed at being taken away from his beloved pancakes, Matthew went to the door and peered through the peephole. What he saw made him groan. Matthias was dressed in a fancy black suit with red trimming and gold buttons. He was checking himself out in a hand mirror and flexing his muscles. Knowing that he wouldn't be left alone if he didn't let Matthias in, Matthew was about to open the door to tell Matthias to go away, only to have Matthias practically force his way in before he could.

"Matthias." Matthew said, pretending to be surprised. "How…unexpected."

"Yeah I know, that's one the best things about me. You never know what to expect. For example, no one could ever expect that I could look even cooler than I usually do. But let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns-oh sorry, wrong story). Matthew Williams, today is the day you have been waiting for all of your life."

"Oh really?" Matthew raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And what do you think I've been waiting for exactly?"

Matthias plopped down in Matthew's seat at the table and began helping himself to pancakes, pouring an excessive amount of syrup on it, much to the other's annoyance (maple syrup wasn't exactly cheap, plus NOTHING got in between Matthew and his maple syrup).

"Let me put it this way." Matthias said through a mouthful of pancake. "Picture a large house on the outskirts of town, roast pork on the table, and my cute husband massaging my feet."

Matthew really didn't want to think about Matthias' feet; the thought almost made him sick. "And do you know who would be doing the massaging?"

"Err, is it someone I know?" Matthew suspected he knew the answer, but he desperately wanted to be wrong.

"You, Matthew. I know you must be thinking that you're dreaming, I'm happy to tell you that you're not. I've picked you to be my husband." Matthias puffed out his chest. "So is it 'yes,' or 'OH YES!' ?"

Matthew gulped. "Wow… I uh, Matthias, I really don't know what to say." Which was true. Matthew didn't know how to turn him down nicely, especially as Matthias was slowly backing him into the front door.