"Oh, (Y/n)~" an all too familiar voice sang from behind your locker door. You slam it shut, choosing to glare at the albino teen. 

"Go to Hell, Gilbert." you growl, venom in your voice, as you walk towards the exit as school had gotten out. 

"But (Y/n)," he gasps, grabbing your arm and pulling you close, "I love you." he says lowly into your ear. 

You push away, shaking your head. "Listen, Gilbert," you purse your lips at the teen, "as much as I want to believe you, I can't. You're apart of the Bad Touch Trio!" you begin to walk away again, "I just can't trust you." you call over your shoulder. 

"I won't leave you alone until you go out with me." he yells back, running past you and blocking the doors, causing the students in the hall to turn around and look at the two of you. 

You sigh and shove Gilbert out of the way. "You're causing a scene," you groan, grabbing his arm and dragging him with you, "let's just go and end this." 

"Wait, really?" his red eyes widen as you drag him to your car. "Well then," suddenly, it's very hard to move him and he lifts you into his arms, walking you to where his car was parks, "let's do this right." He smirks, placing you in the passengers seat before sitting in his own seat. 

"I'll drop you off at home so you can change and-"

"Is there something wrong with my outfit now?" you eye Gilbert with a dangerous glint in your eyes. He laughs nervously, starting the car.

"Of course not! You look beautiful in everything." you blush as he drives off the lot and towards his house.

You two sit in silence as you study your torn jeans. "Gilbert?" you say quietly, blushing harder, "... sorry." He turns to face you for a split second before looking at the road again, "Can you drop me off at home so I can change?" You peer at him from the corner of your eyes to see him grinning softly.

"Of course." 

When you get to your house, you sprint inside, leaving Gilbert in the car. You grab some clothes and throw them in a bag along with a pair of shoes, a brush and a makeup set. Running back out, you pause and lock the door, then leap into the car. As you slam the door shut, Gilbert eyes you suspicious. 

"Dog." you say simply. He shrugs and drives back to his house, not saying another word.  

As you pull into his driveway, Gilbert leaps from his seat in the car and help you out of your own seat. You smile at him as he leads you by the arm up the front steps and through the door. 

"Bruder?" Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother, said from the couch as you passed, "Another one?"

"No," Gilbert smiled at you, pulling you closer, "she's special." 

You giggle, pushing him away, "Hallo, Ludwig," you nod at him, earning a tight smile, "can you show me where the bathroom is? I'd like to shower and freshen up a bit before my date." 

"Ja," he gets up from the couch and shoves past his brother, "this way." 

You smirk, shoving Gilbert out of the way and following his brother to the bathroom. Gilbert falls on the couch and you close the door to the bathroom, thanking Ludwig. Gilbert waits as you shower and get ready, watching television. 

"Brother..." Ludwig growls, standing in front of the T.V. "She's a nice girl, I've seen her at school. She asked me for help in her German class."

"So?" he moves his head to see around the large German man. 

"So," he lifts his older brother off the couch and carries him into his bedroom, "clean yourself up." Ludwig shouts, throwing him into the room and slamming the door. Gilbert frowns, scratching the back of his head before picking himself up and walking to his closet to pick out an outfit. 

You step into the living room, brushing off your slick (f/c) dress. You tuck a fly away hair behind your ear. You cough, standing behind the couch. Gilbert peers over, his hair suddenly not a mess and his clothes no longer his wrinkled school clothes. You blush, blotting the gloss on your lips, before smiling at the pale boy. 

"I'm ready to leave if you are." you say softly, rubbing your arm awkwardly. 

He jumps off the couch, blushing crazily and causing you to giggle lightly. "You look," he scratches the back of his head, "you look great." He smiles at you and stretches his arm out towards you. 

You take his hand, uncertain, tucking more hair behind your ear. "Where... where are we going?" you ask as he drags you out of the door and towards his car again. 

"Anywhere you want." he smirks, helping you into the car before getting in himself. He sits down, slamming the door shut, and stares blankly in front of him, gripping the wheel. You look at him, concerned. 

"Gilbert?" you say, touching his arm carefully. He turns to look at you, biting his lips. 

"(Y/n)..." you furrows his brows, still not looking at you, "I think I love you." 

You grin and turn back to the road, "That's good," you smirk, "because I think I love you too." You hear the car door open again and you're suddenly pulled out from your seat. 

"Then I guess I don't need to take you on a date and we can just get to the bedroom."

"Gilbert!" you shout, pushing yourself out of his arms, laughing. 

"What?" he yells, catching you in his arms again and kissing your cheek. 

"Get off me," you shout, pushing him off and getting back into the car, "we're going to dinner."

"Ah!" he shouts getting back into the car as well. "Dinner, then the bedroom."

"Gilbert!"