"... Okay I have no idea what this is," I declared. A second later it was snatched up by Alfred as he scrunched up his eyes, trying to figure out what is as well.
"Okayyyy, who put in the picture of a rock?"
"It's not a rock! It's mein awesome picture of Gilbird!" I turned to look at a albino man with a yellow bird sat upon his head. I stared at the bird and OH. MY. GOD. It was just the cutest thing!
"Heh, sorry Gilbert, but to be fair you really suck at drawing." Gilbert started to pout a little at this, but his smile came back a moment later as his eyes landed on me.
"Kesesese~ I bet your just jealous, because I get to be alone with this your hot best friend," Gilbert said, smirking a little at the end. Alfred just stared at him.
"Ya, okay dude. Whatever you say." Alfred then pushed us in the closet and closed the door. It was quiet for a couple seconds, until I spoke up.
"So, that bird on your shoulder is Gilbird?"
"Kesese, yea, I found him a couple years ago. Some unawesome idiot left him on the street to starve." I could sort of see in the dark and I could make out Gilbird with wide, sparkling eyes. I couldn't help it anymore and took Gilbird quickly, but carefully, off Gilbert's shoulder.
"He is just SOOOO CUTE!" I giggled as Gilbird chirped and nuzzled his head against my cheek. While I was so busy with Gilbird, I didn't notice it become completely quiet in the closet. Then I felt something grab my butt. Everything froze. I turned to see Gilbert with a smirk and his hand on the back of my jeans (Your butt). I deadly glare could be felt throughout the closet and I set Gilbird on my shoulder.
"Trust me, the dudette can take care of herself."
"Are you su-"
"GILBBBBBEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRT!" A harsh yell came from the closet and there were a bunch of crashes and Gilbert yelling something about his 'awesome face being too awesome to punch.' Alfred looked back over at Antonio.
"Told you so."
I walked out the door, saying goodbye to my newly become friends.
"Hey, [Name]?" I turned to see Elizaveta with a drunk Gilbert by her side, "can I borrow your car? I want to take Gilbert home so he doesn't get into any trouble." I stared for a moment.
"I'll take him home."
"What? Oh, that's not necessary [Name]! I can do it."
"Nah, it's fine. I was going home, anyways. Just tell me where he lives and I'll take him home." After a LOT of convincing, Elizaveta finally let you take Gilbert. She told you the address and went back in Alfred's house for the rest of the party. I got Gilbert into the passenger seat and got into mine. Looking over, I sighed. 'Right he's drunk. Of course he won't be able to put his seat belt on.' I reached across the small gap between the driver's seat and the 'shot gun' seat. Unbeknownst to you, Gilbert was completely sober and was staring at your breasts (If you are a girl, you can understand wearing a low top and bending over, right?).
The ride was pretty quiet, except for the couple of slurred (acting) drunkard in the seat next to me. I got to Gilbert's house and hopped out of my car. I went to Gilbert's side and helped him out and to the door. As I tried the handle, I realized it was locked. I looked under the welcome mat and in the plant by the door. Nothing. I then looked back at Gilbert, who was having a (fake) staring contest with the wall. 'He must have his keys on him.' I walked over and told him to stand still as I reached into his pockets, searching for the metal object. I finally found it stuck under his phone. I turned and unlocked the door. I turned back to get Gilbert inside, when a pair of lips crashed into mine. I noticed there was no alcoholic smell or taste in his mouth. 'He was sober the whole time?!'
"Thanks for the pat down, [Name]." He placed a piece of paper in my hand and walked inside, closing the door behind him. I looked down at the paper.
Call me. 453-473-9587 -Gilbert. (Fake number... don't actually call it) Underneath the writing was another badly drawn Gilbird.
(I love you.)