I looked at Arthur from across the table. For some reason I longed for the moments when he made me scones, like when I was little. I always hated them, but I never wanted him to know, so I would toss the out in the bushes when he wasn't looking.
"Here Alfred, I made some scones." Arthur said, walking into the living room. I ran up to him and smiled. "Thanks, Artie!" I would say. I wrapped my arms around his legs and took one of the scones. I took a bite and sollowed, I looked up at him and smiled.
"Do you like it?" He asked. I nodded and his smile grew wider. "I told that frog my cooking wasn't bad." Arthur said and walked into the kitchen to get some tea. When he did, I ran to the window. I looked at the horrible-tasting scone in my hand. I ripped it in half and threw the other in the bushes. I turned around and saw Arthur looking at me.
"Yo-you don't like it?" He asked.
"N-No I do, but I-I thought the birds would want some!" I said, lying to make him happy.
"Stop lying, Alfred. I know they suck." Arthur said. He eyes became watery and he sat on the ground, leaning against the couch. I crawled up to him. I hated to see Arthur cry. I hugged him and sat in his lap. His sobs began to stop and he held me close to him.
"Please don't leave me Alfred." He said.
Arthur noticed me looking his way. He gave me a smile and mouthed "Pay attention, git"
I smiled back and looked up at Ludwig, who was running the meeting.
"I will never leave you Artie"
Oh how that was a big lie.