You're all I wanna do
I only wanna dance with you
Whatever I got to do
I want you to myself tonight
Alright
I only wanna dance with you

Eventually Matthew and Gilbert ended up in the back seat of the Volkswagen, the entire box of beers empty on the floor. Matthew was drunk enough that he was slightly looser with his tongue. Gilbert was outright loud. He had a plethora of dirty jokes which he told gleefully.
But eventually the noise died down and the two started getting personal.
"So...what grade are you in?"
"I graduated last year. I work at McDonald's now." Gilbert averted his eyes slightly, embarrassed.
"You're the same age as my cousin, then."
"Does he live wizh Jou?"
"Only when he's not at university." Matthew looked down at his feet.
"Are Jou und Alfred twins?"
"Yeah."
"Zhat must be cool, always having somebody around to keep you company."
Except...Alfred wouldn't always be around. He was going to leave Matthew behind.
Without warning, tears formed in the blond's eyes. He tried to wipe them away but they were coming out way too fast.
"Mattie? Are Jou alright?" Gilbert clamped his hands around Matthew's wrists, looking into his eyes with an almost maternal concern.
"I'm fine." He insisted.
"No jou're not. Jou're crying out of novhere. Vas is somezhing I said?"
"No...it's fine...I..." He couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears flowed out at a pace too fast to manage and he was soon wailing into Gilbert's black band t-shirt.
"Shhhhh." Gilbert rubbed his back and hummed into his hair to soothe him. And the strange thing was...it worked. Normally when he got like this, only Francis could calm him down. At least since his parents...
The thought of them only made him cry harder. Gilbert's grip on him tightened.
"Mattie, tell me vhat's vrong."
"Alfie-" Matthew choked out. "Leaving."
"Vhere is he going?"
"America."
Gilbert started to rock them back and forth. "Shhh. Don't Jou have ozher friends?"
"None that are staying." Matthew wiped his eyes off on the sleeves of his sweater, his glasses going askew as he did. His vision was half blurry where the lenses dropped but everything soon cleared up when Gilbert slid the accessory back into place. And then all Matthew could see was his eyes. His strange Crimson eyes. They were clouded with worry, yet beautiful in he faint glint of light coming from the party going on so far away.
"Are jou going to college next jear?"
Matthew nodded.
"Around here?"
"Mhm."
"Zhat's vhere I'm going too. I'll be jour friend."
"You will?"
"Of course. Jou're nice und Jou have a good taste in beer. Vhy vouldn't ve be friends?"
Matthew's lip quivered. In that moment all that was left of the world was the car seat beneath him and Gilbert's warm breath on his face. It wasn't often that somebody decided to make a friendship move on him. So when Gil did it, it was something special. He knew, at the very least, that if he needed information for Lovino that he wouldn't have to fake a friendship with this other boy.
"I would like that." He smiled, face almost creaking from the strain of a motion he was no longer used to. "I would like that very much."

Okay, so I did some sinning recently........

Here's Kumajirou shaking his booty

Here comes dat gurl. Oh shit whaddup.

And here's a portrait of Topaz that is not sinful and actually has good hair.