I really should not be doing this , I mean i've got my other stories that are in dire needs of an update , as well as my college finals coming up !
Yet procrastinating is really my thing , so i'll probably stick to it for a little while longer :P
Anyway , yeah this is my new AU , and my headcannon for Alfred is that he is extremely smart but just hides it under all that american ( not very original I know) , and Matthew isn't a shy , snivelling sop , he just likes to keep to himself but is as wild and outgoing as Gilbert... Ok maybe less so , but you get my point.
A/N - I do not own these wonderful characters , but I do get to play with them for a bit before giving it back to it's original owner.
So enjoy , dont let me keep you from it ! ;)
Smallville , a city of apparent godliness and cleanliness. Where the streets are littered with saints , and the lock up's are chockfull with the besmirchers of the Holy Grace. Basically , this slow paced city that I live in , is a city full of secrets , and not the little white one's you tell your mom , when she questions the family over the sudden disappearance of her famous hot chunky chocolate chip cookies that she had baked merely an hour ago. Nope , now those lies were petty and something that could afford to be brushed underneath the figurative carpet with a figurative broom. These secrets were a wide array of intensities that ranged from downright dirty to unbelievably pathos filled , and though no one spoke about it , or they merely forgot , it was an unspoken law to never bring up someone's dirty deed. Doesn't matter who , because everyone has something they would kill to hide , and this city just happens to collect all of these genres of people and plop them together to deal with one another.
Yet, growing up in a hushed hushed community , you learn the hard way to avoid straying from the supposedly 'wrong' path , and I, Alfred Jones , can undoubtedly say that my slate was obsessively clean . But all that seemed hell bent to change the day that Matthew Williams and his single dad , Arthur Kirkland moved into Smallville.
I wish I could say that the day I met the newcomers whom had just moved into our out of bounds city , was a truly memorable one , that would indeed instigate an undying , unyielding friendship that would soon blossom into a familial form of love , but really it was only that my friends and I bumped into Matthew in the cafeteria during lunch , and before I could help him up , he glared at me something fierce before picking himself up and stalking off in the opposite direction.
All hopes of blossoming bromances were immediately doused , as one of my somewhat friend , Ivan Braginskay , that lumberjack of a man , guffawed loudly before slapping my back and exclaiming that I made the best first impressions , sarcasm intended. Ignore whatever happened next , but if anyone asked , he so deserved that first punch that should have rightfully broken that commie ass nose of his.
The weeks slogged by ,and before I knew it , a year had passed . Oh , I forgot to mention it didn't I ? My friends and I were all in our 10th year when we met Matthew , who had only arrived with his father just 3 weeks before. Yet only a year after that not so memorable incident , did I get the chance to speak to that boy again.
It was known throughout school , that the only reason Matthew Williams was always the star of his soccer team , that he joined almost immediately upon acceptance into our school , was because when he came from Canada apparently , he was roughed up by the hockey players there and vowed for revenge , or to avenge himself, or something like that. And though that story was pretty believable , I didn't get to clear it until very recently when I met him again at the library , silently engrossed in a book whose title escapes me at the moment. It was in French though , that was for sure.
' Uh.. Hey .' Yeah , smooth going dude. Trying to make amends for what you did about a year ago , and starting off with a ' Hey' is definitely the way to go.
Violet eyes , protected by rounded glasses peered back at me , and one blonde eyebrow quirked in confusion. I never noticed it before but he had the same kind of curly/wavy hair that my own dad had , it was even the similar shade of blonde. Creepy.
He still hadn't replied , so I decided to continue on with the awkward apologising. Might as well do something.
' Yeah , I'm really sorry about that time when I bumped into you .'
His eyebrows quirked again , I swear it looks like his brows are having fits or something. But he looked like he didn't recognise what I was talking about , so back to awkward mumbling it was then.
' Like last year. I bumped into ya , with a few pals of mine and you looked pretty kinda bad about it.'
Breaking one's English and scratching one's arms during an apology is a sure fire way to get back into their good books. Way to go , Alfie , turn up the acting and kick it up a notch. Another eyebrow raise….
I am so going to rip that eyebrow off , soon eyebrows , soon.
Finally , after a millennium of awkward silence that wasn't as dramatic as I planned it out to be , he spoke. It wasn't a long inspirational speech that sparked friendship or made me charge forward to achieve my dreams , it was short , it was simple , and it was ' it's cool man.'
Yes , the new boy whom I've made it a point to come out of my busy schedule and apologise to , just said " It's cool man." I should really stop reading all those fictional books and comics , reality is a plain old bitch in comparison.
In good old fashioned Alfred style , I plopped down beside him on the library floor and albeit trying to control the urge , I peeked into the book he was reading, only to be faced with soft curves and flicks of a language that should have been familiar with me.
" French ? You're reading a book in French ? Are you really from Canada?"
Yes Alfred , let the boy know that you have been asking about him around school , so you wouldn't look like a total noob when confronting him. The shock from letting that piece of information out , must have registered on my face , because Matthew's own face now held onto a hard grin.
" You've been asking around about me , huh ? But no , i'm not from Canada. Would love to go there someday though."
Okay , didn't expect a rebuttal along with an explanation , but I'll take whatever I've been given.
" So Canada huh ? You mean that invisible piece of land right above the superpower known as the United States of Awesome !"
Patriotism , always a lovely part of me that acts as if I've had too much to drink . I love that part of me.
" Nah , I think you mean the 2nd largest country called Canada , above that whiny bitch of a country known as the States."
Whoa , this boy's got guts knowing that I'm the quarterback of the football team in school. This apology is definitely something that I should have down earlier. Would have earned myself an awesome pal to boot.
I would honestly jot down every point of our conversation , every insult thrown back and forth as defence and attack. In fact , I probably should have done just that , I mean those insults were pure gold and could be used against others during the harsh times of verbal combat.
But before we both left , after hours of flowing conversation , the moment that we knew that our talk was dwindling to a close , he said 5 words , well 4 actually , but they were cut short , that I wouldn't have known or realised the impact and intensity of.
" Wanna come over sometime ?"
Dum Dum Dum...
Worst cliffhanger ever. I'm sorry Gods of Writing , for I have failed you once more. /OTL
Yeah so , i'll be back with an update soon and meanwhile , you could do me the honour of reviewing , couldnt you my lovelies?
bleedingsmirk out ;)