A lot can happen in seven months

Some people assume that money can solve all problems; issues and ills can vanish with a brandishing of a well-stocked credit card and that the virtual money contained within can make a person comfortably and deliriously happy enough to last them for their lifetime. Money can buy one anything, from the food needed to survive to a large house to live in.

They are right, of course.

Not about the amount of money, certainly not, but the money itself. That is true, as unfortunate and first world it is to say. For example, you may be all very well and good snoozing under a tree in a field beside the love of your life, breathing in fresh, clean and free air, but without the clothes on your back and the food in your belly that nice happy thought turns to one of a bitter, cold and painful reality. One can be happy on little, and one can be happy on a lot. A bitter, twisted kind of hollow happiness, but happiness nonetheless.

No one, however, can be happy on nothing, for they'd be dead.

Some people, like Alfred F Jones, are this hollow kind of happy, the kind of person whom has grown up spoon-fed a gold guided sort of life and considers this to be true happiness as he's known no other. And it's this sort of person who can only be shown true happiness when they experience a situation other than one they're used to, one that actually pushes past the flimsy fabricated walls of expensive, hand bought happiness. If you could get everything you wanted, would you be happy? Happiness is more than something bought and sold; money is not the only thing that makes the world go round. No matter how hard headed and self-centred a person, everybody deserves to know this. Being abnormal, being socially different and liking things that are not considered to be the norm, like Arthur Kirkland, does not mean that they are an unhappy person. Just a different one.

Appearances can be altered and changed with money; good looks are sculpted and bought. But no one is without an appearance and appearances aren't the only thing that we as humans are.

Let's take a dirty, second rate club as our example; it's cheap, tacky and falling apart, but it's still a place where many great things have the potential to happen. Happiness can be borne easily from this quick hit of adrenaline found in a few watery beers, loud music and an overall cheap night out, a horrible outside doesn't mean a horrible inside.

So what would happen to a person when they meet their opposite, physically as well as in everyday outlook? Would you take this opportunity, if it came along? Of course not, not unless you were forced to as it goes against everything that person knows. Let's start to feel a little bit sorry for Alfred then, who is currently stuck inside this rundown little club on the wrong side of his town.

You still have to pay to get in, however.


-AN-

Why hello this is my first ever US/UK and at the moment it's just a prologue, the rest of the chapters will be written with a different narration, sometime switching to the characters POVs. Hopefully, I'll try to make this a multi chapter fic, so any reviews or criticisms are longed for and would really help. Hope you enjoyed reading, future chapters will be a lot bigger ^u^

Edited: Radical shake up people, let's get this story going! Trying something new, let me know if you think it works?