Matthew was up bright and early every morning. Not that he enjoyed that since he on occasion stayed up all night trying to get all his homework done. This wouldn't be a problem if Alfred wasn't his brother. That guy just didn't understand the need to get a higher education. If his brother was fine with just having his high school diploma that was on him. But Matthew actually wanted to be able to do something with his life.

He shoved all his books in his bag after looking at the clock. If he left now, he would have time to stop and grab some coffee before reaching the campus. That would definitely help. With that thought in mind, he ran out the door and down the street. Luckily for him, there was a coffee shop on his way to the school. He headed inside and made a quick order to go and waited for it to be ready. He paid, took the cup, and ran out again.

Gilbert stared down at his feet as he shuffled down one of the campus sidewalks. He realized belatedly that he forgot to put shoes on. It made driving to the school awkward, but he hadn't wanted to turn back--even when he noticed his duck printed pajama bottoms and the shirt of Ludwig's he wore. But hey, the guy's clothes were so big he couldn't resist sleeping in them. That didn't mean he wanted Ludwig to know. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the reality came crashing down. He dropped down into a squat, hiding his face and his dramatic groan. I so totally fail at life!. The other students walking by gave him a very wide berth.

Matthew ran down the sidewalk at the campus. Now that he was here, he focused his attention on pulling out his things for his first class with one hand and his coffee in the other, therefore not paying any attention to what was in front of him. And it was because of that that he didn't see the guy crouching in the middle of the walkway until he and slammed into him, tripping and dropping everything he was holding as he hit the ground. "I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, not really looking at the guy as he began gathering his things. What was left of his coffee was gone, but that was fine, he supposed. As long as none of it got on his books.

Maybe a part of Gilbert was waiting for someone to notice him and ask if he was alright, but that didn't happen. Instead, he felt a bump at his backside and suddenly someone went careening over him. Semi-hot coffee splashed on his hand and Gilbert snapped his head up. "Bastard! Watch where you're going!" he exclaimed as if he held no fault for this collision. He blinked and looked at the kid he'd tripped. Okay, maybe he was being a little mean. "Are you alright?" he asked, poking the kid in the arm.

Matthew looked at the man when he heard him speak. "I'm fine..." his words died out when he saw the man. Even though it had been dark in the club, he could still recognize this man as the dancer. What he was doing here, he didn't know. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but then he remembered how rude the man had been in the club and closed it as he turned back to picking up his stuff. He really needed to be getting to class anyway.

Gilbert could see it in the kid's eyes. He recognized him. Gilbert cursed his exotic body that always brought him too much attention. Sure he liked to preen when he wanted to, but no one liked getting recognized as a stripper on a college campus, even if he didn't go there. It took Gilbert a good few seconds more to place the kid. Actually it was his voice that reminded him of the conversation a few nights ago. "Wait!" Gilbert grabbed the blonde's arm with a little more force than necessary. A dozen things popped into his head to say, to demand this guy not tell anyone about his job, but Gilbert realized the kid didn't even know him. It shouldn't matter. The words that popped out of his mouth had nothing to do with what he'd been thinking. "Where's the engineering classrooms?!"

Matthew was about to run off when the man grabbed his arm and he jerked to a stop. He looked back at him wondering what he wanted. What was asked wasn't something he had actually been expecting. He was expecting some sort of threat about not telling people about where the man worked. Not like he would. The only person he would tell those sort of things to would be maybe Alfred and he already knew. So the question that was asked was definitely better than expected.

"It's on the other side of campus. I could show you if you'd like." he offered without even thinking. Then mentally hit himself. 'Idiot. Why would you say that. He made it clear at the club you don't stand a chance with him. And if you don't leave now you're going to be late and you know Professor Johnson doesn't allow lateness.' he thought to himself.

Gilbert's face broke out in a grin, probably not the expected expression. But he really did want to bring his cute little brother his lunch and the offer of help left him relieved despite himself. "Thanks a bunch. It's a good thing I ran into you!" Never mind the fact that he'd been the one run into. With his grip still on the other's arm, he started off to what he deemed 'the other side' of campus as a walk most would call a march straight into battle, with a lot of vigor and disregard for everyone around him. His yellow socks were getting nasty.

Matthew really wasn't expecting him to agree to have help. He didn't seem like the type to accept it. And he had been partially hoping for a 'no.' When the other started pulling him along, he stumbled a bit. "Um.. You're going to wrong way." he said, pulling his arm away. He turned a lead him in the correct direction. The Engineering Department isn't one he's been to himself, but he knew where it was thanks to the tour he took when he got here.

He was quiet for a moment as he walked before he turned his attention to the man. "So... Why are you here in your pajamas? He eventually asked. Since he apparently wasn't going to his first class, might as well make conversation, right?

"H-huh?" Gilbert blinked at realizing he'd been wrong. That couldn't be so. He looked around because he'd only been here once to visit with Ludwig. Okay, maybe he might be wrong. "Of course I'm going the wrong way. I did that on purpose!" Gilbert let himself be pulled the other way. Realizing he was still holding on to the other, he dropped his hand and pulled it to his side like it'd been burnt. What the hell was he doing acting like a retard first thing in the morning? "My pajamas happen to be awesome is all. Don't you diss them and my cooler than cool socks!" He yelped loud enough to draw the eye of multiple people. He definitely wasn't doing to say he didn't dress like this on purpose.

Matthew couldn't help but roll his eyes when the other man said he was lost on purpose. That sounded like something Alfred would say. "I wasn't dissing them. I like your pants. They're cute." When he realized what he had said, he could feel his face flush and he turned his head away from the other. He started mentally hitting himself again. 'Are you an idiot?! Why would you say that, you moron. Now he's going to think you're some sort of weirdo.' he thought to himself.

Cute? Gilbert felt himself turn a little warm at the word, though he told himself it was all anger. You don't like people, remember? He had to remind himself that as he bit out a response. "Bad ass, not cute! I don't do cute!" It occurred to him that Francis said that kid liked him. That could be bad. Gilbert probably shouldn't be hanging around him, leading him on, but in a strange way, it felt nice to talk to someone besides his brother. Someone who knew his job but wasn't being a creeper about it, though Gilbert could never know how long that would last.

Matthew couldn't help but flinch slightly when the man snapped back at him. All he did was make a simple comment and that was the response he got? He knew he should have kept his mouth shut. "I'm sorry..." he muttered. He decided he wouldn't say anything else to the guy. Just take him to where he wanted to go. He kept his eyes on the ground and clutched his books tightly to his chest, his pace picking up to get there faster so that he could be alone.

Gilbert cursed under his breath, not caring if the other guy heard him. The words were for himself anyway. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders up as if his posture might push others away from him as he avoided eye contact. "Whatever..." he muttered. Although he felt bad for silencing the other like that, he never took back his words. He wanted the kid to shut up because it was for the best. Probably, yeah. They just needed to hurry up and get to the Engineering building. Gilbert clutched the green lunch box tighter. He knew this was a bad idea.

Matthew didn't say anything for the rest of the walk. He was to busy trying to figure out why this guy who he'd only spoken to twice hated him so much. He didn't do anything to him! Sure, he tripped over him. But he did apologize for that. So that should count for something, right? He stopped when they reached the correct building. "This is it.." He muttered before turning and running back the way they came. He wasn't going to be able to go to his first class, but there was no way he was sticking around longer than he had to.

"Tha....nks...?" Gilbert started when they finally got there. He meant to mutter the comment out, because even if he didn't want to talk to the other, he should thank him. But the kid ran off like Gilbert planned to eat him for dinner. He frowned, watching the other go. After a second he sighed and ran a hand through his messy white hair, leaving it in an awkward spiky mess, stiff from his lack of a shower. "Aw shit. I suck at this." But he could live with that. He hurried into the building and found the right classroom without trouble and parked his ass against the wall outside to wait for Ludwig's class to end. He wasn't quite stupid enough to charge into the room after all.

Matthew ran off to find a place where he could wallow in his own self misery for being such an idiot in front of the albino. Who apparently hated him after two conversations. At least that was more interaction than other people would have before deciding they didn't like him. So that had to count for something. Hopefully, maybe. He wasn't sure and didn't want to think about it right now.

Ludwig's class ended after about an hour. He was surprised when he exited the room and saw his brother waiting outside the door. "Gilbert.. What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.

Gilbert had half way fallen asleep against the wall considering the daylight hours were his bedtime. Really, he had every right to be asleep. Ludwig's voice startled him out of the dazed state he stood in and without any pomp, he shoved the lunch box into his younger brother’s hands. “Thank me for it later ‘kay! I just didn’t want you to starve!” Gilbert snapped, showing more and more his mood. Normally he wouldn’t be curt with Ludwig, but this wasn't shaping up to be a good day. He kept thinking about that kid unfortunately and the mess he’d made of that. And everyone had been staring at him. He liked to be looked at, but not like this.

Ludwig took the lunch box when it was shoved into his hands. "Thanks.. But you really didn't need to go through all this trouble to bring it to me." he told his brother. 'And I wasn't going to starve.' he thought to himself. He didn't mind when Gilbert snapped at him, considering what time it was. In fact, he was more surprised that he was even awake and took the time to bring this to him. ".. Are you alright, bruder?" he asked, curious about why he was in a bad mood.

Gilbert shoved his hands back into his pockets. Damn it was awesome his pajamas had pockets. All pants should be like that because pockets were awesome when you wanted to pick at your nails or do anything but look at your brother's concerned face. "Fine," he muttered. "Anyway. That's all I came here for. Should probably be getting back to bed..." he shuffled a bit, not quite leaving though. "I'll see you for dinner?" Since their schedules didn't match up well, it was the only time they were sure to see each other.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Ludwig told him. He knew he wouldn't be able to get anything out of Gilbert right now. He was hoping his brother would be more willing to talk after he had gotten a proper amount of rest. He was silent for another moment. "Do you want me to walk with you back to your car?" He asked, not wanting him to get lost in this large campus. It was easy to do if someone didn't know where they were going.

Gilbert grimaced at the suggestion. Considering he'd had help getting there, he certainly didn't want it going back. It was embarrassing. "No need! I know exactly where I'm going!" He threw on a smile, laughing a bit. As much as he loved Ludwig and felt closer to him than anyone else in the world, he did not want to have to rely on him. He was older damn it! Gilbert spun on his heel and tossed a wave over his shoulder. "Later bro!" Then he stalked off in the direction he'd come from.

"Alright. See you later than." Ludwig said. He watched as Gilbert walked away before heading to his next class. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not the other would be able to find his way. But he figured he would be fine.

Meanwhile Matthew was wondering if he should even go this next class or just skip the entire day and mope. The thought didn't last long as he started heading towards his next class.

Gilbert stalked across campus, muttering under his breath the entire time. Since he always had a good sense about him, he could retrace his steps without trouble. One time getting lost was enough. That's why he often seemed to have a good sense of direction--he just happened to remember things, so it hurt that they all considered him incompetent. After driving home, he fell into bed with a groan. Since he'd been awake so long, it took effort to fall back asleep, but he managed before the sun reached its zenith in the sky.

Matthew went through the rest of the day feeling down. He could barely focus on any of his classes because he was trying to figure out what he did to make that guy hate him. People normally hated him because they confused him with his brother, but Alfred doesn't go to this school so that hasn't really been a problem here. Did his brother to something to that guy? Is that why he hates him? He wasn't sure and when he had lunch with his brother he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Alfred knew he may be oblivious to things around him. But he could tell when his little brother was feeling down. Sure, Matthew might only be younger by a couple of minutes. He was still the big brother and it was his job to protect him! Like a hero! But that was hard to do when said brother wouldn't tell him what was wrong, no matter how much he prodded and poked at him for an answer. He left their lunch meeting determined to get an answer out of him some time later.