After all the years that had passed, Gilbert Beilschmidt never expected to see Alfred Kirkland again. Never expected to see him sitting casually in their town's local diner like three years had never happened. But the change in Alfred's appearance made the years quite well known.

The once short American seemed to have had a growth spurt and was now as tall as Gilbert or maybe even Matthias. His hair looked slightly longer than before he left though it seemed brighter. Alfred's eyes still held the same shine they did in high school, the big blue orbs reminding the German albino of sapphires. Glasses covered those beautiful gem like eyes reminding Gilbert of the many times he had snatched them off the younger males face and broken them in half just for shits and giggles. It was also clear that he had working out trading in his once petite almost delicate physique for a lean, muscular body.

To Gilbert, Alfred looked just as beautiful as back in high school.

Seeing the American male also reminded him of all the mistakes he and others had made. Just looking at him reminding Gilbert of that night. A night that would haunt Gilbert's dreams for years to come. Believe it or not, Gilbert hadn't meant for any of that to happen. It was just...after Alfred caught Matthias and him making out, it scared the German a lot.

He told Matthias to lock the door but as usual the idiot didn't seem to want to listen to him. Gilbert knew that Alfred would most likely tell someone so he had to intimidate the blonde male into silence. What he hadn't expect was that Alfred would stand up for himself for once. It both excited and pissed off Gilbert and Matthias alike.

Alfred had always been shy and meek whenever Gilbert and Matthias were around so seeing him get pissed off was a special treat. Gilbert just wishes he could take back what he did. But he can't. He can't undo the past but maybe just maybe, he could fix the future.

With that thought in mind, Gilbert grabbed Matthias and Sadik then started marching out of the diner and towards the hotel where all the other football players were staying. Matthias and Sadik didn't protest, not after seeing the serious look cross their former captain's face.

When the trio entered the hotel looking like they'd seen a ghost some of the former jocks who were in the lobby looked at them concerned. "Amigos, you look like you've just seen a ghost." Antonio remarked as the three sat on the nearby couch. "I think we did." Matthias said looking down at his shoes in something akin to regret. Antonio looked confused along with two other former jocks Alastair and Carlos.

"Remember Alfred Kirkland?" The words brought about a silence among the group a grave look crowding each of their faces. "How could I forget?" Antonio murmured softly a sad look in his chocolate eyes. "We saw him." Sadik smirked when all eyes shot to him. "He's back in town?!" Alastair shouted shooting up from his seat eyes widened in shock. "Yeah apparently the Jew has cancer so he decided to come back to comfort her in her dying days." Sadik commented snidely.

"Hijo de puta (son of a bitch)!" Carlos cursed slamming his hand onto a nearby table. "What do we do?!" He asked in a panicking voice. "I don't knov!" Gilbert said shaking slightly. He had tried to talk to Alfred but it was clear the American had no words for him. It was then an idea crossed over Matthias' brain causing him to light up. "Guys!" The Dane whisper-shouted at the other males who stopped panicking/worrying to look at the platinum blonde.

"I have an idea! Why don't we just go to him and apologize?" Cue Matthias getting blank looks from everyone else in the room until Antonio grasped the taller males shoulders. "Matthias, I know thinking above an average level is hard for you but—" "Hey!" "—how do you think Alfred would react to seeing all of us after everything we've done to him, hm?" Antonio finished casing Matthias to blink at him rapidly.

"He reacted just fine to me, Gil, and Sadik." The Danish male argued gaining a snort from Gilbert and a scoff from Sadik. "He ran avay from us vith Hercules. Do jou call that reacting vell?" Gilbert asked crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow. Matthias sputtered shaking off Antonio's grip on his shoulders before turning to face the German albino. "We have to try. It's the least we owe to him and everyone else we tortured back in high school." Matthias stated stubbornly.

"The lads got a point." Alastair surprisingly agreed with Matthias on his words. "I do—? I mean of course I do." Gilbert rolled his eyes at Matthias before sighing. "Maybe ve should...." He trailed off looking at his former teammates. Noises of agreement immediately followed those words. "What's with the party down here?" A new voice asked as a lean figure somewhat pranced into the room.

"Francis..." Carlos growled out. "The one and only~" The Frenchman purred leaning against a nearby wall. "Now, I may have been mistaken but did I hear you talking about ma petite flamme?" Before anyone could deny anything, Antonio with a renewed interest in talking to Alfred, told Francis everything.

"Vell, Vell. I wouldn't mind paying a visit to see that sexy piece of ass." Francis licked his lips at the thought of seeing Alfred again earning him looks of disgust from the other males in the room. "Gross.." Matthias fake gagged. "Don't act like jou don't know vhat I talking about~. He had the best ass in the sophomore year and jou all knov know this." Francis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively getting blushes from everyone in the room.

"Shut your face." Carlos hissed at the smirking Frenchman. "So gentlemen, shall we?" Francis gestured to the double doors watching as everyone got up and made their way towards the doors. He himself soon followed with only one thought in mind,

This is going to be very interesting.

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