Unrequited Love

By: Loveless12789

Alfred F. Jones. Why do I say that name? I don't know. He just seems to have caught my interest.

A carefree, fun loving spirit that thrives on McDonald's and junk food.

That's Alfred.

But, he's not always carefree. Most of the time, he is. But, not right now.

Right now he's yelling at the entire school population about the Iraqi war. Why? I don't know. He just is. I swear if you made him a country, he would be America. But, he's not a country. Neither am I. Nor is anyone else.

I'm just sitting here, admiring that he gets really serious when he cares for something of great value. His blue eyes turn a darker shade, his facial features get sharper, like he's on alert. It makes him look really, for lack of a better word, hot. It's not like I can just say that openly to anyone. In my family, being in love with another man is a sin. It's not normal. Well, I believe love is love. And no one can make me think different.

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"Francis! Francis!" I yelled to the french boy across the room. "Bonjour, Arthur." he said seductively once I came closer. Um, yeah, I forgot to mention Francis is in love with me. "Francis, don't even."

"Oh, my friend, I'm not trying to flirt with you." he said, in the same tone.

"As if." I snorted. Ever since Francis came out, he's been trying his hardest to get me wrapped around his finger. Not going to happen.

"Fine, be like that." He said with a huff and walked away.

Okay, I thought, that was weird. He normally doesn't give up. I shrugged and walked out the front of the building. The speech last unusually long. Long enough to skip over the last two periods. I walked home, it was really warm for a fall day. I wondered what it would be like to spend the day with Alfred. Probably just like with anyone else. Just normal. I was in too much of a daze with 'Alfred' fantasies to notice anything else around me. But, too transfixed with said blond, I didn't notice him walking right in front of me. "Hey, watch where you're going, you bloke!" I yelled where I ran into something. I fell on the ground and open my eyes. Standing above me was Alfred. My breath hitched. "Would you like some help?" He said, extending an arm to help me up. "Maybe you should watch where you're going." He added playfully once I got up.

Alfred was talking to me. And, I wasn't answering. "I-I, um, yeah. I should." I stuttered. He looked at me like I was from another planet. "I'm going to go home now. Good day, um..?" I said, deliberately forgetting his name.

"Alfred. My name's Alfred."

"Oh, okay. Well, good day, Alfred."

"Um, I didn't catch your name."

"Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland."

"Oh, well, Artie, do you mind if I walk you home?"

Was Alfred F. Jones trying to walk me home? Did he just give me a cute nickname? "Um, sure. I don't mind."

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Alfred was walking me home. I still can't believe this. He was following me to my house. He's going to find out where I live. I hope to god my parents aren't home.

In the midst of all of my thoughts, he started to make a conversation. "So, Artie, why haven't I seen you around school?"

"I'm not that popular and easy to miss." I said, but it was the truth. No one noticed me at school.

"How can someone like you not be noticed?" He said, still looking at me with that look.

"I don't know. People just don't like me."

"I don't believe that."

"Oh, why not?"

"Because you're too cute not to be noticed."

I looked at him. His face quirked up into a smirk. A chill went down my back. "I'm sorry?" I said, stopping abruptly.

"I said, you are too cute not to be noticed." He said again. His eyes flashed a playful yet seductive glimmer. "I think it's impossible for anyone not to like you. You are too adorable."

I froze. Did Alfred just say I was adorable? "I'm n-not adorable." I stammered. I started walking again. "Alfred, I need to get home. Now."

"Fine." he said, like he was disappointed.

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The rest of the walk was quiet. We finally arrived at the house. "So, Artie, this is your house?"

"Yes. I'll talk to you later Alfred." I said,walking up the stone path to the door. But, something grabbed onto my wrist. I looked back.

He was standing there smirking. His eyes a deep azure, something one could get lost in. "What, am I not allowed to come inside?"