It was dark and hot in the stuffed room. Two figures where in there. One laid on the ground while the other stood in front in front of the others. "Ple-Please don't do this!" The body on the floor trebling. The other figured loomed over the other figured and slowly raised what seemed to be a pipe over him. "N-No I Lo-love you!" Before the one on the ground could say anything else the pipe made contact with the others temple.

Four Months Earlier.

"Meet Alfred F. Jones, a charming, dashing, heroic-"

"If you're done fooling around, "Mister Charmer" I would like to close down shop." The blonds me time was interrupted by his boss banging on his 'office' door. "If you don't hurry up, I am locking this place up with you in it." A sigh came from behind the door.

"Okay okay, I'm coming I'm coming." Out steeped a blond with blue eyes, glasses, a brown vest over his blue shirt to make his uniform. The blond that went by Alfred walked out the store an into his broken up car.

'Meet me, Alfred F. Jones, A 26 year old cashier. Whose care needs more gas. Every since I was little, I told myself I would be famous! So far. . . That isn't really close by.' Alfred pulled into the drive way of his home. Well more like his friend's home. You see Alfred's cashier job wasn't all that kinds when it came to pay day. He lived with his best friend since middle school. Not that he was complaining. He loved his friend. Love, was that the right word? Yea that was the right maybe he loved Arthur Kirkland more than friends.

Arthur Kirkland , a blond green eye'd business man. He was every girls dream. Good looks, British, lovely voice, and acted like a gentleman. Though his cooking scare the bravest of men away. Somehow he managed to be single. He was three years older than Alfred. Though he probably slept around while he was on his business trip. One time Arthur had got caught in baby mommy trouble.

You see Arthur's family lived in England so he would sometimes stay a week or two longer in his hometown to visit. When he returned there was a huge fight, they fight about Arthur knocked up some young lady. The boy was born one year ago, they named him Peter. He had Arthur's face figure. Alfred still keep in touch with the women after the agreement. She was actually very nice.

The old beat up car pulled up into the nice paved drive through. The time was 12:25 pm. Alfred sighed and unblocked his seat belt. He keep telling himself that he would get that promotion. That didn't happen at all. The promotion was given away to some random box guy.

"Honey, I'm home." That was Alfred's normal greeting over time. Though he always made sure Arthur was home alone. One time Arthur's busy people from China were over, yea not a pretty day, though the guy's daughter Sakura Honda, took a liking to Alfred. She gave him a cat named Kiku.

"Alfred, please tell me that you didn't go to work looking like that." Arthur was at his normal spot, in the living room on his laptop.

"Ah I missed you to." Alfred took off the hat he had to wear, instantly his cowlick stuck up. "All I get is an insult from my hard day of work" He flopped on the couch and laid his feet on Arthur's lap, pulling his shoes off by the toe part.

"My God Alfred, you act as if you worked from Dusk to dawn." Arthur pushed his feet off of him, "And even if you were working from dust to dawn, you're a cashier Alfred. How hard could that possible be?"

Alfred had already lost interest in the agreement. It was always Alfred who had done immature and stops the agreements. One time they got into such a bad fight that Arthur took a swing at Alfred. Now Arthur maybe older, but Alfred is stronger. A fight broke out and Alfred was kicked out. Alfred didn't really have anywhere else to go, mom was in jail and his dad was dead.

"So I don't have work for two days."

"Oh about that Alfred-"

"We should go do something!"

"I have to leave to go to-"

"Hey we should go watch a movie!"

"ALFRED ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!"

"Huh? You say something?"

". . . . .Yes I was. Now like I was saying, I am flying over to Switzerland tomorrow."

"Oh. . . . But you sai-"

"I know, they promised no more over sea traveling for the rest of the year, for the rest of the year, but something came up."

"I understand." Alfred stood up and walked to his room, laying face first unto his bed, sighing.

"Two months until December, and they couldn't wait."