I sigh again for the billionth time as I go through the paperwork assigned for me to finish. Now I hate this job for lessening my reading time. I could've been lying in my bed and reading Narnia. I feel damn lucky to have not won the president role. And yes, I am the Vice President; Ludwig apparently knew half of the class already so campaign had been easier than eating scones. I apologise for my insensible ramblings- I am Arthur Kirkland, fourth and the youngest in the Kirkland siblings and-

"Yo, Arthur!"

-who the fuck interrupted my introduction?! It's like common courtesy! Oh well.

I looked up to see a pair of eyes that seemed to be the embodiment of the sky with its blue hue. By the way, he's my- though I'm not admitting this out loud- best friend, Alfred Jones.

"Why are you still here?" I try to make it sound like I'm not tired out of my bloody mind.

"Football practice remember? And also, are you finished with that? I'd like to go home with you once in a while. We never go to do it since you acquired the position of vice pres' but at least you got what you wanted," Alfred's lips formed a small pout. (I certainly do not think it's cute or anything! Bloody hell.) He then walked behind me and began playing with my hair. So much for keeping them from sticking out all over the place.

I swatted his hand and glared at him. "I am almost finished with these damn papers so if you would kindly sit on a chair and do not interrupt me for five minutes, I will appreciate it."

"Alright, alright," he put his hands up in mock surrender and headed towards the chair across mine. He started playing some blasted game on his phone, muttering some curses here and there. That should keep him busy for a while.

I occupied myself again with the papers I'm studying. A few moments passed and a loud alarm sound echoed in the classroom and disappeared as fast as it began. I didn't had time to collect my thoughts when Alfred began arranging my things. "What in the bloody hell are you doi-"

"Five minutes have passed, Arthur. Honestly, you need to take a break from all this work. It's friday today for Pete's sake! You will start to look like an old man if this keeps on going, Artie!" He stuck out his tongue at me mockingly. Why, that git!

"Five minutes passed already? Also, today being Friday does not affect my working schedule. And for the last time, do not call me by that horrid nickname! It's preposterous!" And if he is not affected by my words (which he isn't), well damn him.

He just whistled a lively- no, scratch that- an annoyingly loud tune as he made his way to the door, ignoring what I just said (damn him). He turned his eyes to me and grinned. "Race to the gate!" And he dashed out to the corridors.

I smiled to myself. I don't really know for the life of me why I put up with that git. He never seem to run out of energy while I am practically a walking ghost (is that even possible?). He loves the outdoors while I would rather stay curled up in my bed reading a book and sip a cup of tea. He sure is annoying most of the time but there is something in his character that attracts me to him. Is it his smile that can put people at ease? Is it his ability to easily make conversations out of anything? Is it his carefree and outgoing personality? Is it- hell, I'll just stop thinking about it for now. It's for me to discover later on, after all. I reached down for my bag on the ground but all I got is a handful of air. Where's my bloody bag?! Wait, he arranged my things, right?

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"ALFRED!"

I probably look as if I ran four flights of stairs. Which I fucking did. Who even puts the library in the fourth floor?! You ask why I need to chase him? Well, he will most probably go home with my bag. He did that before.

When I reached the entrance of the building I saw the blond git lounging in the guard house. Is he even allowed in there? But let's put that thought behind, there is something more important to think about. I have to run twenty meters to get to the gate. Twenty fucking meters. Don't ask why.

And so, I began to run. Please legs, don't give up on me. If I trip now, the American git won't let it live down. Ever.

After a few seconds of awkward running (at least for me it's awkward), I finally reached the gate and Alfred was already on the other side, grinning at me. He even dared to smile at me after making me chase him?!

I leaned on a wall and heaved huge puffs of air. I managed to breath out a dead-sounding 'fuck you', which Alfred chuckled at. How dare he?!

He helped me up and asked "Will a ride home make up for this?"

"It sure will, you wanker," I replied. I deserve some rest.

Alfred kneeled down on one knee- wait, what? "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hop on."

"What? I refuse to join your ridiculous act- Ah!"

"Hang on, Artie!"

And alas, Alfred Jones was carrying me on his back. I bet his fan girls would pay a hundred dollars to be in my place (result of being the star football player). I plan to complain and order him to put me down but I was so goddamn tired. I'll let him slip, only for today. I felt my eyes droop and shut close. It's okay to rest my head on his shoulder, right? I did it anyways. It's perfectly fine because we're best friends right? Best friends carry each other all the time. For now, I sleep.

To my dearest Alfred F. Jones, I appreciate your gentlemanly act (I know, for I am a gentleman myself) as a peace offering but tomorrow (or the next time we meet), get ready for some fine ass-whooping.

A/N: So there it is! I gathered up all my courage to post this here. I tried my best on this, guys. ;A; Reviews will improve my poor grammar and writing skills!