Little Matthew Kirkland walked up to his best friend's, Gilbert Beilschmidt, house and ranged the doorbell. After a minute or so, Gilbert's father came out and let a small grin unto his face. "Ah, wilkomen Matthew." Gilbert's father greeted as he stepped out of the way for Mattie to walk in. "Gilbert is in his room." Mr. Beilschmidt said before walking away to god knows where. Matthew sighed before he walked into Gilbert's room.
"Birdie!" Gilbert called out from his bed. Gilbert had ended up with a fever due to falling into a river the day before, Matthew also fell in as well, but just ended up with a small cough. "Um…happy birthday, Bear." Matthew said and handed Gilbert the big box in his arms that he brought. Gilbert's eyes lighten in glee as he gripped the box tore off the wrapping paper. "Ah, Birdie! You shouldn't have!" Gilbert exclaimed as he pulled out the big plushie of Gilbird, who was sleeping in his cage. Suddenly, Gilbert pulled the Canadian in a big bear hug. "Danke Birdie!" Gilbert said something else as Matthew blushed.
"I love you!"
Matthew jumped off of his bed and unto the floor, face first. Matthew groaned. That was the worst nightmare in a long time. 8th grader Matthew Williams lay on the floor, sobbing as the sun rised. So much has changed since then, and now…
Matthew sniffed and rubbed his eyes with his sore wrist and got up and went to change. It was early, but did that stop him?
At school, Gilbert was being showered by people giving him gifts and greetings of his birthday. Along the hallway, a blonde kid passed him in the hallway. Gilbert stopped as he heard the blonde murmured something. Gilbert turned to face the blonde, but there was no one in the hallway anymore, only himself. Gilbert blinked before slowly placing his right hand over his heart, wondering why it was hurting as he remembered what that blonde said.
"Happy birthday, my pooh bear."