BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- Pictures

BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- B3: III

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You and one of Gilbert's roomates Francis were introducing yourselves and having nice conversation, when he asked you how you knew Gilbert.

"I met him when he was drunk in a bar and offered to take him home." You lied.
"Really?" Francis asked you, wondering why you would drive a stranger.
"No. I met him the day after he went on one of his bar trips, when he was passed in front of my door and threw up everywhere."
"How horrible!" He looked disgusted at the thought.
"It's okay. Though everytime he went drinking, he kept passing out in front of my house...because of that, we ended up becoming friends, and now I drive him home for the night, instead of him passing out anywhere."
"You are amazing! I wonder why Gilbert has never mentioned you to us before~?"
"He hasn't? That's weird."

It was silent for a moment. You didn't know what to say, and Francis just wasn't speaking. You wanted to break the silence, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"....I have pictures of Gilbert drunk." What did I just say.
"Can I see~?" Francis instantly turned his attention towards you, surprising you a little bit.
"Okay."

You brought out your camera that you bought two months ago, mainly to catch Gilbert's embarrasing moments, because he has a lot of them when he's drunk. You moved the chair that you were sitting on closer to Francis. Tilting the camera so that both of you could see the screen clearly, you started showing him the pictures.

"This one," You started, "was when Gilbert got drunk and entered a singing contest, and then got into a fist fight with a guy who booed him."
"That man is in a wheelchair!" Francis was shocked.
"That didn't stop him from taking down Gilbert." Francis laughed at that.

"What the story behind this one?" Francis asked, pointing to a picture that had Gilbert in a wedding dress.
"You know the wedding place that's right by your apartment?" You asked him, making sure he knew about it.
"Yes?" He asked, wondering where this was going.
"Well one day when I was dropping him off, he ran off on his own to the wedding store. When I caught up to him, I found out that he already fell through one of the windows, and decided it would be a good idea to try on a dress."

You and Francis were laughing at all the stories that you told him. The time when Gilbert accidentally hit on, and kissed a guy, when he gave roses to your neighbour and she turned out to be a stalker, and finally about time when he was half naked and tried to seduce a tree. You had a picture from every single one of those incidents, and Francis had tears in his eyes from laughter.


"What about the picture where Gil is wearing a wedding ring? What's the story behind that one?" Francis wondered, finally getting his laughter under control.
"That one? That is both a sad and funny story. See, it all started when I found Gilbert making out with a mirror, and then-" You stopped telling your story, because Francis looked terrified.

You turned to the direction Francis was looking, to see a very angry Prussian. Even though there was half washed out sharpie still on his face, he looked very intimidating.

"Hi Gilbert!" You said nervously, not knowing what happens when Gil's angry. He did look threatening though, with an angry aura all around him. "I was just telling Francis about all the good times we've had together, right Francis?" Turning around, you noticed the Frenchman was nowhere in sight. You coward! Don't leave me here alone!

"Haha....That Francis is so funny, right?" You said, trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't work.

Right now you really wanted to run after Francis, but you were also too terrified to move.