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/> And with that I fell on my bed too tired to move or sleep, yet sleep came soon after my head hit my pillow.
WTHS
I stood there.
Shocked.
And I rarely get shocked.
I felt like I knew nothing about Matthew at all. And it was possibly true. I never knew him in the past, so I don't know what he was like back then, what I know about him now is that he likes hockey, stuffed bears and pancakes. I wasn't Alfred, whom was his only friend I know of who knew him a little bit more from the past, but I just wanted to know what he was talking about.
Friends that pretend to be his friend to use him as a punching bag. I could wake him up and ask him what he meant by that, but I don't want to bring up those bad memories he has, the way he said it was just so-
"This place brings back bad memories of last year, the year after that and the following years..."
-Somber. It was like he was being dragged off to his own grave without any last fighting emotions. And that's what scared me the most. After he said that my mind went blank and I couldn't even remember where I was anymore, because my mind was too hung up on that one sentence he uttered in his tipsy state. But it kept gnawing at me, I wanted to know.
What is this?
I never wanted anything, because I knew I could always get it, somehow. Getting things I wanted was like a first nature to me. So I'll find a loophole... And that loophole would have to be the stereotypically American and annoying Alfred.
God I hated him and his big head. Not to mention he's always around Matthew like a guard dog twenty four seven, I mean jeez, give Matthew some god dam privacy. I mean, sure I can handle having him living right across the hall, but it just ticked me off this morning when I woke up to banging on the door, because Alfred wanted to use our shower. And he sings in the shower, the tone death idiot was wailing so loud that I had to secretly steal Matthew's earplugs while he was typing on his computer, just to go back to bed.
I sighed at my misfortune and left the dorm room and went straight to Alfred's dorm. I banged on the door three times- just to payback the favor from last time he knocked on my door- and waited as scuffling sounds came from the other door. Soon the door creaked opened and a stupidly grinning Alfred was there to greet me. I peeked inside his dorm curiously, only to find an extremely odd room. On one half of the room the bed was made, floor was clean, assignments and books were neatly organized on the desk and the wooden closet was shut tightly. On the other side, the bed was a sprawled out messy cluster of Marvel Comic character bedding, socks and underwear covered the floor completely, comic books, textbooks and assignments were crumpled and overflowing on the desk, but not as much as the "throw up" of a clothes avalanche from the closet.
From what Matthew told me about Alfred, I'm guessing from the superman t-shirt matching the giant poster of superman on the dirty side of the room, was all Alfred's side of the room.
"Yo, what sup dude?" Alfred greeted.
"Do you mind if I could speak to you...? Alone?" I said looking at the wandering people around in the hallways.
"Sure! Come on in! Artie's out for an hour so it's ok," Alfred explained, moving out of the way to let me in.
When I entered the dorm room, I was sort of confused on where I should sit down. I mean I would join the bumbling Alfred on his bed, but I'm afraid that the mutating thing under the covers would bite me. So I pulled out the chair from Alfred's desk and sat directly in front of him.
"So what do you want to talk to me about Gil?"
I restrained the urge to grit my teeth and instead flared my nostrils, letting out a long breath.
"I want to ask you about Matthew."
Once I said Matthew's name, Alfred straightened up and pushed his drooping glasses up, giving off a more serious air around him, in sort of a scary way.
"What about him?"
"Well... He said something today..."
"About?"
"Something about, how he was treated in his last school, I wanted to know if you could tell a bit about what happened then?"
Alfred let out a relieving sigh and stretched back onto his back, snapping straight out of his serious phase, before sitting straight back up with a goofy look on his face.
"Well to be honest I don't know so much, technically him and I started being friends around a month before eighth grade ended, but that was only because I couldn't take it anymore."
My interest perked up when Alfred said that.
"I didn't know Matthew in elementary school all I knew was that he carried around a stuffed animal and talked in an accent. In middle school he dropped the accent and he stopped carrying around stuffed animals. Girls loved him and flocked around him everywhere for some odd reason, but that was the only reason that people started being so cruel to him. They thought he was gay so of course all the guys at school called him a fag, hazed him, and made jokes when the teacher wasn't looking. Then there was this one time when he stopped reacting towards everything, a week after these hot shots who were good enough to play on the high school football team were being friends to him for a week, next week on Monday, Matthew stopped talking. At the last dance of the year, I saw the same guys ganging up on him and I had enough, so I beat the hell out of them and became Matthew's friend."
I just sat there with no reaction towards Alfred's story.
Was this what Matthew went through? Was that why he didn't like it when I asked or claimed that he was gay?
I felt so horrible now.
"So, let me ask you something Gil."
I looked up from my gaze at the floor and at Alfred.
"What are you gonna do now? Treat Matthew differently now that you know what I know? Because it's just gonna make it worse. You can't fix what three years of middle school did to him, why do you even think he's here at an all-boys school, far away from home where all previous records of bad rep were burned by the fire years ago, making this place seem like a safe place for him?"
I thought about it for a moment. It all started to make since. A place where no one knew about his past, no records of bullying and the fact that it's an all-boys school with strict uniform rules makes it seem like the safest all boys’ school on earth to him.
"In my theory he's healing," Alfred said jerking me from my thoughts. "And I'm surprised at your effect Gilbert, the first time I got him to speak to me and not anyone else makes me jealous that he decided to speak to you the last time he decided not to speak. You know, I don't really like you or the fact of you being around Matthew."
I gritted my teeth together and stared back at Alfred.
"I don't like you either, or you being around Matthew either, what are you his bodyguard?"
"No, I'm his hero, what about you? You nearly let Matthew get pulverized by that angry Italian the first day you met Matthew. Do you even care what happens to him?"
"Of course I do! I wouldn't be here asking you about him if I didn't!"
"Then I guess were rivals!"
"I guess so!"
I got up and followed Alfred who stomped over to the door yanking it open in an angry matter.
"See you on Monday!"
"Not if I see you first!"
Slam!
I marched back into my dorm room in an angry heat, which immediately cooled down when I saw Matthew on his bed sleeping peacefully. I walked over to his bed, just hovering over him, looking at his face, just like I did when I first came to this dorm house, ready to move in. That day meeting Matthew somehow changed me in some indescribable way. I remembered the taste of his skin when I decided to play that prank on him, but secretly I wanted it to not be a prank. Was it sick to want to do the same thing again, except more? But Matthew was a guy, a very cute guy with the softest hair a guy could have. Seeing that he still had his glasses on I leaned in close to his face and plucked them off and set them on his desk.
Maybe it was the lack of sex with girls, or the deprivation of my dirty magazines under my bed, but my mind began to float with images of Matthew for some reason. Unknowingly, I ran a hand threw Matthew's hair, soaking in the texture from its alluring touch. I quickly stepped back with an erratic heartbeat.
Was this for real?
WTHS
"Whoa! This place is totes cool!" Felik gasped as he entered the Secret Uke Club's meeting/safe room.
"Glad you like it, it's completely soundproof and the designer who had made this room accidentally gave the rough giraffe blueprints to the builders and so they ended up with a room with no entrance except for the one you came in from," Raivis explained, dropping down onto a furry bean bag chair.
"So how was this club, like, made?"
"Emil?" Raivis gestured towards the Icelandic boy standing by Raivis.
"Well, originally Uke means someone who is submissive in Japanese before it was defined as the bottom position in sex, and there was a lot of guys at this school before it was remade that were bullied, so a Japanese student formed the Secret Uke Club, as a salvation for those who are bullied so that they could make friends and make life much easier, the reason why it was secret was because... Well we don't know why. I originally started the club in my brother Lukas's place since he's a senior now and he specifically told me about this place. Unfortunately when he was in the Secret Uke Club, the meanings were a bit altered... It is still a haven for those who are bullied, but ever since homosexuality somehow took the school by storm then, this was also a place for us Uke like types to keep from being corrupted from any "Semes" because back then and still now Semes are dangerous and will take you mercilessly. So were all on a mission to find any Uke like people in school and convert them to the club before they get hurt like Toris did, and Toris didn't even ask for it, the Seme he met was just how I described them: dangerous and merciless."
"Ok... One more question, does this club watch porn, because there is a big pile of porn tapes on this table."
Raivis smirked at the new member of the Secret Uke Club.
"Felik, it's one of the perks of being a Uke."
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