Drabble; Part 1. POV: 1st person: Alfie's.
I don't even know what started all this. Southy was just sitting on the table, eating at something when as soon as I walked in, he pounced me to the ground! He had this weird…look in his eyes.
Let me explain this from the beginning.
It was another day like usual. For some reason, Confred let me stay at his place for a few days to get away from Artie. What reason, even to now, I don't know. It was…weird, to be honest.
But anyway! It was weird. Southy, my nickname for Confred, started acting a bit off a few days back. He seemed…agitated or something. Of course, I tried talking to him and stuff, but he wouldn't listen to me! He would always push me aside, but there would always be a blush on his face.
But today…Today was weird. I wanted to give him some time to himself, so I left to go spend the day away somewhere. When I came home, that happened.
And now here I am, pinned to the ground by him. I can feel my face blush hard.
"S-Southy? What's wrong? Why did you—"
"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you."
"What? Hold on a damn minute! Explain to me why you're doing this!" What was up with him! He was acting…A-Almost like Artie when he was 'hungry'. Still, I tried to get him off me. Pushing, squirming, even kicking him a few times. Still, he kept me down.
"Let. Go." I demanded, only earning a smirk from him.
"What is this? You're more like the Yankee than I thought." A growled. Oh, there he was again. Always being the ass he is.
"I'm not like him! Just get off." He leaned in close, too close for my personal preference. Was he trying to tease me or somethin'?
"You're blushing. How cute~." I could feel my cheeks flush.
"I-I ain't cute! At all!" He only laughed again, resting his chin against on my chest, close to my neck. His breath blew onto my neck. Ah, shit.
"G-Get off of me!" I whined, both enjoying and not enjoying this torture.
"Make me."
[ Cliffhanger~. -is horrible- I don't know. This seems to be a good spot to leave off for now and all. -shrug- ]
