PrussiaxReader: (untitled):Ch 1: The Waiting Game

Why is it so humid in the summer? I always wonder. The air is always so thick and muggy. Too bad my air conditioner barely works. Well, unless you were to sit right in front of it. Summer is so plain here without Gilbert. I actually miss his loud mouth and sometimes offensive humor. I know I hide it, but I do miss him.

This summer, Gilbert decided to go with his brother, Ludwig, on vacation. It was only supposed to last two weeks, but it's been a month and a half and I've become a little worried. He calls every other day or so like I made him promise to do, otherwise I'd punch him in the balls, I said. Everything is going well, he says and he's having a blast. It sure seems like it from the fact that he says: "we'll be here a few more days!" whenever I ask. I can hear completely the slyness in his voice and I can just imagine him with a smirk on his face as he tells me this repeatedly.

There's just about a month until school starts again. Just the thought makes me shudder. I'll be in 10th grade and Gilbert in 11th. It seems we're almost opposites when it comes to school. Yeah, we're best friends and he's known technically me ever since I was born, but we definitely have our differences. First of all, his grades look like crap. I guess I could say he's quite popular with the girls. I just suppose girls just like rebels. Considering whenever he so much as glances at one of those other girls, they pretty much shit their pants. In my case, they want to slit my throat, mainly because we're almost always together it seems.

We pretty much have the same attitude and enjoy the thrill of getting ourselves in trouble. That's where Ludwig comes in; he usually talks us out of it. Im pretty glad he does half of the time even though sometimes he has to literally drag us to classes. I've been able to keep a GPA of 3.5 or over so far though, which makes me pretty happy and slightly surprised. Like I said, he's pretty popular but Im not. It seems that I barely exist, like Im non-existent er something.

So, this morning I got a call from Gilbert and this pretty much what happened: the phone rings at 5:03. I turn over to see that it's lighting up with a derpy picture of Gilbert I took recently. I pick up the phone hesitantly. "...what,"

"Hey, _______. Lose your mind yet?"

"... No? So when are you gonna get your fat ass back to Oregon, you jerk?"

"Tsk, tsk. Shame on you, ________. Don't talk to me like that. I'll come back whenever I please,"

"Then why not now? Seriously Gil, can you please tell me? Life's a hell without you to be honest,"

"We're in the airport now," Ludwig says into the phone. Gilbert curses and snatches the phone back. "Shuddup, West!" I could hear mumbling from Ludwig but didn't understand what he was saying. "Tell your bro I said thanks," I say happily.

"No,"

"... So then, when are you getting here?"

"Some time after noon. Why don't you just calm your tits and wait? I'll stop by your house on our drive back home and probably crash on your couch for the rest of the week or longer,"

"Fine by me, I'm going to try to sleep again if I can. Thanks for waking me, you shitstain. See you later,"

"Heh, my pleasure, bye,"

"Bye,"


Of course now I have to wait here at my house in the sweltering heat of midday. Im sitting in the front lawn, listening to music. I decided to glare at whoever walks past me and I start to get funny looks, which doesn't surprise me and pleases me a little, because I'm pretty used to it. I perk my head up whenever a car goes past my house, and then groan when I don't recognize it. It's almost 13:00 and the day continues to get hotter. I decide to change into some short shorts, even though I don't favor them, I feel like a hypocrite wearing these. Also, a baggy shirt and get the hose and a cheap-ass sprinkler from the garage. I assemble everything and turn on the water. The effing water is freezing and I get goose bumps. I walk through it quite a bit, and then decide to stand on top of the tiny holed where the water passes through. I get bored, so then I sit under the arch of the water, which eventually gets me soaked.

I'm not paying attention when Gilbert and Ludwig's car pulls up. The slam of the car door causes my attention to snap to the driveway.