Awesome Pianos- A sea of Red-Violet

Random title is random….

Roderich stood in the PE locker room. He stood by his locker, putting his things away. He couldn't keep his eyes off a silver haired, crimson eyed boy across the room. Occasionally, he would look away to try and appear less obvious, but like a magnet, his gaze continued to be drawn to him.

His name was Gilbert.

He was in the same grade, but only shared PE with Roderich. He tended to carry around a little yellow chick with him, but never seemed to get scolded for it. He was loud and loved to call himself awesome…frequently. And Roderich was absolutely in love with him. He huffed. Not in love, just a slight major kinda sorta really very truly huge crush kind of thing. LOVE, a voice in the back of his head coughed.

He shook his head. Whatever! Unfortunately, rumor had it Gilbert liked someone…a certain Elizabeta…who happened to be Roderich's best friend…who happened to be his ex-girlfriend. (As in the girl he went out with before he realized he wasn't into going out with girls.)

He sighed, and shut his locker. "So, what were you thinking about?" a voice asked. Roderich jumped and turned to see Vash looking back at him calmly. Vash was an old friend of his, but they weren't on the best terms as of late. At least they weren't enemies…he hoped. "Ah! Erm, nothing. Nothing, you?" he replied, taken aback. Vash gazed at him, unmoving, looking almost thoughtful for a moment, before replying, "Nothing," and walking off.

P.E. was normal. They changed and went out to the field. Roderich tried to focus on his running and exercises and the activity of the day instead of Gilbert, but his eyes always found their way back, like some kind of carrier pigeon. Finally, flushed, sweaty, and out of breath, the class was sent to change and they were dismissed to their next class.

On his way to math, Roderich was stopped by a tall blond with glasses. Alfred. "Hey, did you hear," he snickered, "Gilbert asked Elizabeta out!" With that, he went off to spread the news. Roderich stood frozen. "H-h-he w-what?" he stammered, even though the blond was long gone. He snapped back to his senses in time to get to class before the bell rang.

Roderich tried to focus on the lesson, really he did, but his mind kept jumping back to the recent news. Already, a composition was forming in his mind. One that expressed the confusion, the shock, the disbelief, the-the jealousy! The tempo was quick, playing in his head. The deep painful sound of it echoed his own feelings. Up and down, the-

"Roderich, number 5 please," and impatient voice snapped.

Roderich blinked in confusion. T-there had been classwork? He was saved by a student calling out, "It's time for lunch!" His eyes fell upon his savior, and he'd never been so thankful to the Turkish boy.

As they lined up, Feliciano caught up with Roderich. "I guess you heard?" Feliciano said.

"Huh?"

"You looked upset all class," he explained. Roderich didn't know he was such an open book… "Well I know you're still not over Elizabeta-"Ah, his cover for why he hadn't so much as looked at another girl since their break up. "-B-but I think it's better if you were to move on, it's been a while… Veee~! O-only if you w-want to!" Feliciano continued. Roderich sighed and shook his head. "It's okay, Feli," he replied, and walked ahead.

Roderich slid his tray onto the table and sat across from Elizabeta. He picked at the food. He wasn't a big fan of the school food, but his sense of direction was even worse when he was half asleep in the morning, and he'd get lost on his way to the kitchen, and ultimately ends up late for school, so cafeteria food it was. Giving up on the blob they dare called lasagna, he hung his head, staring at Elizabeta through the hair that fell over his eyes. She sighed and leaned over. "I turned him down; you know," she whispered, "the friendship code states you must never date the guy your best friend likes." Roderich lifted his head. "Even if that friend happens to be your ex," Elizabeta teased.

"You had to bring that up," Roderich snorted.

"I had to," Elizabeta agreed. Roderich laughed and shook his head.

They looked up as someone stopped by their table and placed some kind of food container on it. Gilbert… He made a point to push it towards Roderich, who blinked and carefully opened it. His eyes lit up as they fell upon the slice of cake inside. He could've kissed Gilbert, but he settled for looking up and gasping, "Ah! T-thank you." Gilbert gave a nod and walked away.

Elizabeta leaned over and gave Roderich a look that said 'Don't get your hopes up.' "You know, Roderich, that he most likely gave you that to get back at me and since you were closest," she informed him. Roderich gave her a look that clearly stated 'Do I look like I care?' He was already a few bites in. "You know, Elizabeta, cake is cake," he informed her, licking icing off of his finger. Elizabeta laughed, and sat back, resuming her lunch.

AUTHORS NOTES: Yay! Chapter 1~ To continue or not to continue, that is the question… You see, this writing was very good for me! Why? Well, I can only really unlock my creative potential when I can't sleep at O'dark thirty…(Proof, I started writing chapter 2 this morning, and I'm not the only one who said it sucks) that goes for writing and drawing, so if I continue, it'd be very slowly, and include hours of me hunched in front of my tv for light, trying not to get caught awake by my mom at 2 am. Lolz.

Btw….I typed this while barely looking at the keyboard…I am so proud of myself! :D