"Ugh, I hate this." Alfred stated, making his third lap around the track. It was gym class, something that Alfred dreaded more than anything. Not because of the physical activity, but because of how many people that were able to see him in his gym shorts out, in public...sort of.
"Why? Is it the amount of physical activity?" Asked Arthur pompously. Alfred lightly elbowed him in the side.
"Haha, very funny dude." The American began, "No, it's because now is about the time when the jocks come over here to harass me about my weight, my "Ham thighs", the usual." Alfred sniffed, looking down at his feet. There was a silence between the two, as both had heads full of thoughts. Unaware of his surroundings, Alfred managed to haphazardly walk right into Allen Jones. The poor teen's stomach dropped a good 10 feet as he looked and saw who he bumped into.
'Oh shit!' he thought aloud.
"Hey, watch it fat ass!" Allen yelled, his Brooklyn accent becoming all the more apparent. Allen shoved Alfred back, causing him to nearly fall on Arthur.
Allen laughed,"Careful Pork-chop, you almost squashed your boyfriend."
Alfred scattered to his feet. "He's not even my boyfriend."
Arthur just looked to the side and blushed.
"Aww, why not?" Allen asked, "Oh, that's right! How could I forget? You're a fat ass! You'll never be loved... by anyone... not your parents that abandoned your sorry ass, not my parents who took pity on you and took you in, not this pathetic fag next to you. NO ONE LOVES YOU! You're pathetic, a pathetic fat ass!" Allen shoved His victim again, causing him to fall once more. The Brooklynite laughed in his face.
"You're so pathetic. What you gonna cry now. Disgraceful. I'm ashamed at the very fact that I'm forced to live with you, you fucking fat ass!" Allen kicked Alfred's leg and ran off laughing, "See you later Pork-chop."
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, attempting to help up his friend. Alfred struggled to his feet, "I'm fine..." He sniffled as he brushed himself off. The two walked off. However, Arthur noticed something was wrong. Alfred was walking with a limp. The Brit rushed back to his friend's side, allowing him to lean on his shoulder so that things would be a bit easier for the injured American.
Gym was soon over and the class was reconvening at the gate and lo and behold, The two friends finally arrived to silent chatter. Only a few insults were able to be picked up on, but they were hurtful.
"Uh oh, looks like someone pulled a hammy!" One of the voices said. Another voiced answered the first one, "Hammy, more like a meaty. Haha, he's a fat ass!"
Alfred looked down at his toes, hiding his face, now red from silent crying.
"How did this happen to you?" The kindly nurse asked while tending to Alfred's leg. It was bruised pretty badly. No wonder he was limping.
"I was playing soccer with some other people in my class and one of the opposing team members happen to kick my leg pretty hard." The American fabricated. Arthur stood there silent, mentally face palming... he wanted to say something, but he couldn't... he was quite timid around others, excepting Alfred.
"Ah, well... It looks banged up pretty badly. I'd ask if you could make it the rest of the day, but based on the way you were practically carried in here, I'd recommend that you just go home."
The nurse phoned Mr. and Mrs. Jones. They were not able to take Alfred home, however, they told the nurse to allow him to go home with Mrs. Kirkland. The nursed called Mrs. Kirkland. About 10 minutes later, Alfred was wheeled out to her car with Arthur by his side.
Once he was inside the house, Arthur assisted Alfred to the couch. They just sat in silence, until the Brit broke it.
"Why didn't you just tell her."
"Tell who?" The American quizzed
"The nurse."
"Well," Alfred scratched his head, "I thought, 'no need to. I've got everything under control.' Cuz, you know. I'm the hero."
"Some hero you are," Arthur muttered. "Alfred, you look like a sodding mess. Your leg is banged up pretty badly, and if Allen weren't your cousin, I'm pretty sure I would've had to carry your lifeless body off of the bloody field."
"If you could've carried my fat ass off."
"You're not even fat."
At this point, Alfred left it alone.
Mrs. Kirkland came down the stairs with her hand bag.
"I'm going to check on grandma Kirkland you two, there's food in the fridge if you get hungry... And make sure to catch up on your homework if you have any."
"Okay mum." Arthur answered. Alfred just nodded, not wanting to ruin that family moment. With that, Mrs. Kirkland left.
"All make some food for us?" Arthur suggested with question.
"Dude, you know you can't cook."
Arthur was a taken aback a bit, " I can at least make soup or ramen..."
"Okay, I'll take the ramen."
The Brit's face lit up as he got to work. He went into the kitchen and prepared the food.
A bit later, Arthur came back with a bowl full of noodles. He set down the food on a TV tray right in front of Alfred. Alfred looked into the bowl, it didn't look potentially dangerous. After not hearing any complaints, Arthur walked off. He came back shortly later with a bottle of iced green tea, his personal favorite of all the iced or cold teas. He set the bottle down on the tray then sat down next to Alfred.
"So, how are the noodles?" The British teen had to ask. Alfred nodded his head sideways.
"It's okay, a bit crunchy, but it's okay." This prompted the shy Brit to look down, his cheeks flushed red. "I-I'm sorry, if you don't like it...I can find something else...I-" Arthur was cut off by Alfred pressing a finger against his lips. Arthur was sent spinning. His heart was racing as his friend this.
'How dare he be so damn attractive?!' the poor guy thought to himself.
"It's fine, dude. I like it." Alfred started. The young Brit picked his head up and smiled as Alfred continued. "You know," Alfred started as he ate a bit more,"The crunchiness add good texture." This made Arthur laugh. He only laughed this way when he was with Alfred, other wise, he would be to shy to laugh out loud like this.
Out of the blue, Alfred's phone rang. To lazy to put it up to his ear to answer it, he put it on speaker.
"Hello?" The teen answered casually.
"Hey porkchop. "
Alfred's heart sped up its pace as he heard Allen's voice on the other end. 'Oh fuck!' He thought to himself?
"Where have ya been Pork Chop? I was gettin' worried." Allen stated, feigning fake concern. Arthur rolled his eyes so far they could've went to the back of his head.
"That's absolutely ludicrous!" Arthur exclaimed, quite frankly fed up with Allen's bullshit. The Brit was hoping he'd go unnoticed, but what was done, was done.
"Aww, is that you're little, scrawny boyfriend? Tell him I said hello, Pork Chop."
"He's not my boyfriend, Allen."
"Eh, whatever."
Arthur just blushed again. He couldn't decide if he should be angry or embarrassed.
"Anyway," Alfred began, "What do you want?"
"Ham, you wound me. Can't I just check on my not-as-cool, loner, fat ass, outcast cousin? Is that so wrong."
"Yes, because I know you, Allen." Alfred started, a harsh bite becoming more apparent in his voice."What do you want?"
"Well, nothing really."
"Then why did you call me?"
"I wanted to ask where you were."
"I'm at a strip club."
Arthur chuckled at Alfred's statement.
Allen gasped, "Oh, you are so fucked. Wait till I tell my parents."
"Chill dude. I'm at Arthur's." Alfred stated, aggravation heavy in his voice.
"Oh. Well, I'll leave you two love birds alone. See you later fatso." Allen ended the call, hanging up. Alfred rolled his eyes and hung up as well.
"I swear, he's annoying as all hell."
"It's even worse because he talks to you like that."
"Nah, it's fine, dude. He's always been an ass to me. You see, I've always been a fat ass, it's nothing new. I'm used to being teased about it...but I do admit, it does get annoying." Alfred stated stretching.
Arthur leaned against his friend shyly. 'He is rather comfortable. I hope he never changes this.' The Brit thought, blushing.
"Well, if it counts for anything, I think you're perfectly fine."
"Well, thanks... but... it's not enough... no offense, but... I'll never be good enough for my aunt, my uncle... I wasn't even good enough for my parents. I "ate them out of house and home" and they couldn't take care of me anymore... so they left out the door one night. They left a note... but that was it." A tear pierced Alfred's eye as he reminisced.
"I am so sorry." Arthur said. Alfred just shrugged. "There's no use in it. What happens, happens."
Alfred had finished the food and had began to think to himself. 'Why did I allow myself to eat that? I obviously didn't need it. Damn it! I really need some self-control. I know what I'll do.' And so, the American began to plot in silence.