Itâs been a long while since Iâve posted but Iâm so glad that I am :â)
This is for Day 1: of @prucanweek - Ordinary
Apologies for spelling errors, itâs a little short but I hope you enjoy đđ
Matthew doesnât mind that heâs living an ordinary life. Really.
He grows up near the coast, two parents, a fraternal twin brother, and their gangly hairless cat, Tony (picked curtesy of Alfred). Their parents take them everywhere they can during their childhood, the beach, museums, sports game. They focus on their interests, figuring out what the two like and dislike, as they encourage them both to be themselves and do what they love no matter what. Alfred debates between whether he likes wrestling or football more, while Matthew settles into hockey. In between family get togethers, community festivals, and endless sports training, they somehow have time for homework. (The two share answers a lot.)
He and Alfred each have their own rooms when they enter their teen years, a space to decorate and fill with their own mementos and awards. The sports continue, but later their parents find themselves a little bit busier than before. They do though, give them as much time as they can during the school year, never wanting them to go without someone by their side.
Matthew fades into the background a little bit as they get older, while Alfred puts himself front and center. Matthew watches once with a hand over his eyes as Alfred auditions for the school musical, and surprisingly he read and sings the lines well. âItâs always the rowdy ones!â their theater teachers says after heâs finished performing, a mix of anticipation from planning on putting Alfred on stage and dread at the thought of having to manage him.
Matthew silently supports him, after all he has his own things to do.
Heâs the co-caption of the hockey team, the coach giving him the position to give him a little more of a voice, and his teammates verbally agree, considering on the ice Matthew has a lot more to show than he does in person. He accepts, albeit hesitantly.
By the time graduation comes by, Matthew can barely believe how the time has passed. His team even wins a championship under his watch. Some of his fellow classmates look so ready to go out and experience the world, and itâs scary to him because werenât they all going at the same pace?
His parents talk him through picking his college of choice, and he decides to go. He needs to do what everyone does and experience the world.
And if he decides he wants to come home, thatâs okay because at least he tries.
Heâs in his first art class during his third year at university. The time has been going well, heâs got pretty decent grades and has managed to join a few clubs. But heâs not done yet. Extra curriculars, canât finish without them. He prioritizes his general education first, and even slips himself into a few major classes early on, but humanities is on record now and has to be completed no matter what oneâs studying.
He can get through one semester, he hopes.
Next to him, a student is snickering and the professor doesnât look amused.
âIf youâre done, I can introduce myself now.â
The professor goes in with complete, in-depth introductory slides with her name and credentials, and a briefing of all they will overcome this semester.
Heâs never been an artist, at least not one that picks up a pencil and creates a realistic masterpiece with nothing but that and a pad of paper. Maybe some poetry contests in high school, if that counts. The written word has its own impact, its own set of colors to breathe out for the world to see.
Thereâs another snicker, interrupting his internal monologue.
He doesnât say anything, because he doesnât know the student, and itâs not his place to control others. But, if it starts to hinder the class, maybe heâll tell him something. Heâs paying to be there, too.
The man catches him staring.
âYes?â he asks Matthew without being spoken to in the first place.
âOh,â Matthew flushes at being caught, not that he was trying to hide it anyway. âWell, she didnât say anything funny?â
The guys waves a hand, making a âpssshâ noise as he does.
âIâm just laughing because of how formal this all is. She wonât be this dignified later in the semester thatâs for sure. Sheâll be ripping her hair out.â
Matthew glances back, he doesnât want to say anyone looks mean but, he would believe it if she was.
âYou look scared,â the guy laughs, which is rude because isnât he the one that just put the thought in Matthewâs mind? âSheâs not too mean just a sticker to the rules. Will get real pissy if something doesnât go right.â
âAnd you still set her off knowing that?â
The man laughs again, but this time around heâs actually trying to contain it behind the thin art easel. Heâs not very hidden.
âSheâs my cousinâs wife.â
Ah, that makes sense then? Messing with family is normal, but also he shouldnât be bothering her at work.
âItâs no wonder you seemed casual.â
âShe taught both of the lower division figure drawing classes, too. This is my third semester in her class. Sheâs the only one teaching this specific class I didnât have too much of a choice.â
âPsychology major. I have to get in some cultural classes.â
âActually no, not even in high school. I got through that stuff by working backstage in the theater department.â
âWell not to worry my friend, because you picked the best one.â
âIs it easy to pass?â
âNope. Well, maybe if she likes your work,â Matthew deflates at the blunt response, âbut donât worry because Iâm here to be your guide.â
Matthew perks up, but it takes him a moment. This guyâs gonna help him?
âAm I good?â He looks perplexed Matthew would even ask. Matthew has to cover his own amusement. âI may not look it but charcoal and I go way back. Iâll show you my work later as proof.â
âGilbert, since youâre adamant on talking, you can be the first to introduce yourself.â
Even if his name wasnât said, Matthew feels just as guilty. Caught, for talking on the first day of all things.
âGilbert Beilshcmidt. Fourth year. Iâm an art major and my favorite breakfast food is pancakes.â
Matthew looks surprised that he was paying attention, even to the last addition of their introduction. Matthewâs not sure he would have known considering he was distracted.
And so their friendship starts.
Gilbert sits next to him again. And again.
Where ever Matthew sits in the art room, Gilbert follows not too long after.
Some days they take the sitting desks, some they stand and lean against the stools.
And despite not even talking much, Gilbert treats him like a friend.
âDo you have any plans this afternoon?â
âNope, this was my last class.â
âDo you want to get some coffee and work on our sketch books.â
Matthew finds himself meeting Gilbert in his downtime. Every Thursday after drawing for three hours becomes the day they meet. At first, all they do is draw, little more.
Gilbert is animated in all moments, but he has short spurts where he focuses exceptionally on his work. Matthew is no art critic, but he thinks Gilbert expresses himself quite well on paper. Graphite, charcoal, and pastels, all the utensils glide easily without a single stroke missing its mark.
Watercolor though, could use some work, which actually happens to be Matthewâs favorite. Even if the intention is to guide the colors with a brush, itâs okay for them to take a life of their own spreading across the thick paper.
They share snacks, art supplies, and their time.
Gilbert proves himself very useful as he promised. Matthew though never planning to be the next Van Gogh, has to pass this class. And it would be nice to pass it with flying colors, but some concepts are harder to grasp than others.
Itâs obvious to tell heâs a beginner, while Gilbert excels. Matthew finds out he only now needs the intro class since itâs the first semester it became a requirement.
Gilbert helps him find the shapes heâs comfortable with, explains the processing for hatching and how it relates to shading. And while heâs no expert, he sees a subtle improvement over the next few weeks that makes some pride swell within himself.
âDo you want to come with me and my friends to this cool bar for dinner on Friday?â Gilbert asks about a month into the semester.
Itâs the first time Gilbert and him will have spent time off campus.
âYeah, Iâd love to.â
Gilbertâs friends are just as animated as he, itâs almost hard to keep up. Overwhelming as they are, theyâre extremely welcoming. Matthew eases into the atmosphere, joining in when he can but mostly pleased to be out and doing something different.
Heâs made friends during his time, but like him theyâre a little more reserved and pick quieter places on the town.
Itâs fun. And he wants to go out again.
Matthew invites Gilbert and his friends to watch his next hockey game.
After their shock in finding out he plays such a violent sport, theyâre all agreeing and planning to find the best seats in the arena.
âAre you serious. Are you hiding muscles under that red sweater?â
Gilbert pokes at him, it tickles when he gets closer to his biceps, but he knows heâs only teasing.
âYou think Iâm playing but Iâm serious! You should have been there, well you were there. On the stands, I mean. We all screamed after you sent that player flying against the wall.â
Gilbert recreates the motions, but only slams himself into the wall and whines after he bounces back. He then plays it off like it doesnât hurt. Gilbertâs not a very good actor.
People tell him itâs so much different watching him on the ice, but itâs still him. Heâs always wondered how much different, he feels like himself. He just knows he goes into the zone when heâs in his gear. He just wants to win. And he will.
âItâs like night day,â Gilbert continues. âYou were ready to kill a man down there.â
âYouâre not the first to say that. I guess maybe, I could be a little more out there in real life, huh?â
âYouâre perfectly fine the way you are. I like the way you are, so donât go change. I donât want to be at risk of dying during art class.â
And as silly as it sounds, heâs pleased. He likes Gilbert a whole lot, too. Just the way he is.
âDo you want to have dinner with me?â Matthew takes the initiative.
âYeah, just you and me. I want to take you out.â
âLike you did to that guy on the court,â Gilbert laughs nervously.
âOn a date. Gilbert, would you like go out with me?â
Later that evening when heâs heading home, Gilbert starts running through the courtyard cheering that âI have a date with the cutest guy Iâve ever met!â
Matthewâs window is open, heâs face is bright red and he slams head first into his pillow. He needs to plan the best first date ever.
Three months into dating, heâs finally heading home again for a school break. He wants to take Gilbert with him, who is waiting for the next major holiday to go back home. But isnât it too soon? They havenât been dating that long, after all.
But Gilbert surprises him, and jokingly says he wants to go with him because heâll miss him too much while heâs gone. And then, Matthew asks if he seriously wants to go.
So they ride the 3 hours train down to Matthewâs childhood home. Heâs a little bit nervous, because heâs had dates to school dances, and brought friends over, but this is entirely different. This is someone he wants to take a serious step with, even if the time hasnât been that long. Theyâll never get anywhere if they donât, so theyâll both take the leap and pray it works out.
âMom, dad, Alfred, this is Gilbert.â
Itâs the most timid Matthewâs ever seen him.
âNice to meet ya, Iâm Matthewâs boyfriend.â
After he shakes all their hands, he takes his hand back to link pinkies with Matthew.
Thereâs not an once of regret in his mind as the long weekend passes.
Gilbert graduates the next year, and the year after itâs his turn. Theyâre going to move in with each other. Gilbert really has no irresistible urge to go back to his home town, satisfied with just visiting a few times a year. And Matthew thinks he would like to go back closer, just to figure out his next move. So, they go together.
Itâs only a one bedroom, but is more than enough space for them both. Gilbert finds work as a docent while Matthew works for a second degree in education.
He still plays hockey for a local league, Gilbert becoming their number one fan. They find their own rhythm, a pace that works for them both, where they can settle down or speed up when they agree with each other. Dewey mornings, warm summers, chilly evenings they spend them altogether.
They decide move up North closer to Gilbertâs hometown. Matthewâs more nervous meeting his grandparents than he was introducing Gilbert to his own family, but Gilbert assures him again and again theyâre just a stuffy old family who actually really care about each other a lot more than they let off.
Gilbertâs grandfather towers over him, despite being a hair above 6 feet. Heâs silent, eyes boring into Matthew as he introduces himself. And to end all of Matthewâs worries, the elder man pulls Matthew into a hug and tells him heâs glad him and Gilbert are home. Gilbert, just as perplexed as he, stares, but he melts into a pleased laugh.
Yeah, this is his and Gilbertâs home now.
They stay, for a long while, contemplate moving a few times, but theyâre satisfied for now.
Gilbert and him always make time for each other, continue their own respective interests with complete support of the other. Theyâre never afraid to complain, because they always work through it rather then let it simmer.
Gilbertâs vivacious spirit keep them going, and Matthewâs heart keeps them grounded.
His life at first seem a little bit ordinary, but how can he complain when the pieces of the puzzle fit themselves in and stayed locked in tight.
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