July 1

The only thing I knew about my situation was that, one; I was blindfolded and couldn't see anything to save my life. Two; Gilbert had some sort of surprise for my birthday. Three; I was getting restless.

I sighed as he dragged me along to who-knows-where. My legs locked up occasionally for fear he was taking me some place dangerous. Every time I did so and complained that I didn't like being blind, Gilbert just tightened his grip on my wrist and told me everything was okay. I just exhaled shakily - almost doubtingly - as he pulled me along.

After a moment had past of silent breathing and walking, Gilbert had stopped, making me stop as well. I felt his hands lay on my shoulders. I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. I sighed through my nose and nodded once. Gilbert put pressure on my shoulders, signaling me to sit. Hoping there was a chair under me, I did as instructed, and sat. I made myself comfortable (barely) in the hard wooden chair and crossed my arms. I opened my mouth again, soon to be silenced.

"Mattie, just trust me," Gilbert said in an exasperated tone, as if he was getting annoyed with my worrying. "Seriously… Just calm down. I'm going to leave for a second, okay? Just. Don't. Move."

I raised a hand and called out, hearing his footsteps fade away. "No! Gilbert!" I shouted, getting out of the chair and automatically falling to the obviously carpeted floor. I crossed my arms and stayed on the floor. He had better have been ready for a bitching when he got back. Who did he think he was? Just leaving me to fend for myself, blind and not knowing at all where we were! I puffed out my cheeks defiantly and looked around with my hands, trying to find the chair I was sitting in before. My hands bumped into the hard wood of the legs. I scooted back toward the chair and used it as a backrest, crossing my arms over my chest angrily again.

I waited quite a long time, breathing angrily as I waited for Gilbert. Once I could hear footsteps again, I burst and started yelling and bitching about how you can't just leave someone, blindfolded to fend for themselves. Gilbert didn't say anything, and I silenced myself for a moment. I heard the footsteps fading away again, and I screamed and flailed my arms until they came back.

"Jesus, Mattie! Stop yelling!" Gilbert's voice shouted back. His voice was really close to me. I reached to feel around with my hands and grabbed onto his ankle after a moment with both hands. Gilbert reached down and unclamped my fingers from around his ankle, pulling me up to my feet. I reached out to hold onto his shoulders but he kept me at a distance. I opened my mouth once again, but he, once again, silenced me. "Sit," he said, pushing on my shoulders. I let my knees give out and I sat in the same, hard wooden chair as before.

All I wanted to do was go back to sleep… This birthday wasn't he best I ever had, and Gilbert's pushy-ness wasn't making it any better. "Gilly, I…" I started. Before I could finish my sentence, Gilbert cut me off with a kiss. My eyes widened (to no avail…) and I gasped in shock. He kissed me for a long moment before slowly pulling away with a "smack". I swallowed and opened my mouth to protest as my chair moved. I felt hands on my shoulders from behind and warm breath on my ear.

"Happy Birthday, Matthew," Gilbert whispered, his voice happy and proud. He lovingly kissed my cheek before undoing the bandana over my eyes and removing it.

The first thing I noticed was the plate of lumpy pancakes on a table in front of me. I blinked a couple times, adjusting to the light, and looked around me. We were in Gilbert's house - his dining room. The beautiful French paintings with fruits and flowers hung from the wall in front of the dining table as they always did. The white-and-black-checkered table cloth was draped over the large table as it always was. I looked back down at the gooey, lumpy pancakes in front of me, a small, happy smile spreading across my lips.

"G… Gilly…" I murmured, laughing a little. "Did you make me pancakes?" I turned my head to find my Gilbert, who was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

I quickly got out of my chair to throw my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook of my arm. I held back a happy sob as I hugged him as tight as I could, not wanting to ever let go.

"Gilly…" I sobbed, my body starting to tremble. "You're the best boyfriend a guy could ask for… I love you so much!" I took a breath to sob shakily, leaning back to rub my now red and swollen eyes. I cried softly for a moment before sniffling and leaning back to look into Gilbert's beautiful red eyes.

That was when I finally noticed Gilbert was wearing the maid outfit. He put his hands on his hips and smirked. I stared in shock, neither crying nor breathing as I took in my boyfriend's appearance. I started with his feet. He wore black ballet shoes with bows and laces lingering up his calves to his knees. Now for the dress. It was very form-fitting, as well as revealing. The black dress itself just barley covered his waist and puffed all around him. The sleeves slipped down his shoulders a little. Laces and bows were sprinkled all over the dress, giving him it a girly touch. A cutesy apron was tied around his waist, stopping before the dress cut off. Gilbert held a fluffy feather-duster in his right hand. And finally, a black bow sat atop Gilbert's head.

"Hm?" he hummed, turning around to show himself off. "Does wittle Mattie like what I did?"

I swallowed and held my nose and mouth, slowly nodding once as my cheeks flared dark red. "Mattie likes…" I muttered, licking my dry lips. Gilbert smiled and laughed, leaning forward to lovingly kiss me.

"Happy birthday, Mattie. You are one lucky, lucky dude to have an awesome boyfriend like the awesome me."