I'm Gay!
Summary: Alfred is the quarterback and he has everything he's ever wanted, but you know what? Alfred isn't happy. To make himself feel better he picks on the outcasts, which include Punk kids Ivan Braginsky and Arthur Kirkland. Though, after seeing how happy these guys can be he wants happiness for himself.
A/N: BOWLING FOR SOUP
Chapter 1: Not happy? It's your girlfriend!
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The day was just like any other and that was annoying Alfred to no end. The days were so similar that it seemed that they ran into each other endlessly, it bored him. He also felt guilty, guilty because he was no longer enjoying the high life, because he was too bored. He thought he was bored with the things in his life, so he got rid of his old girlfriend and got a hotter girl, though he wasn't entertained for very long.
Currently he was sitting with his parents on the porch, sipping lemonade in suburban hell. His brother Matthew was at the neighbors' house, probably sucking up to the neighborhood 'bad-asses'. A few weeks after they had moved into their perfect dream house, a rather odd family moved into the house beside theirs. The house seemed over-ran with children ranging from the ages of six to the oldest of the house which was a twenty-four year old Scottish man. They were all rowdy and the parents seemed to not care, especially when four of the teenagers had started a 'band'. Alfred was very familiar with their rehearsal schedule, for one Mattie wouldn't shut up about how cool they were, and secondly he heard them playing loudly in the mornings. He guessed that Matthew is their first groupie.
He laughed at them, but deep inside he was quite jealous over them. The eldest in the 'band' was a twenty year old named Gilbert, the only thing he knew about the guy was that he was kicked out of his house by his parents when he dropped out at the age of seventeen. The second eldest was an eighteen year old orphan from Russia, Alfred had been told that he had dropped out at sixteen to work. Next was a boy his own age, a sixteen year old named Arthur. He was one of the biological children of the owners of the house, he was the guitarist of the band and had the worst vocabulary Alfred had ever heard. He was sure that if his mother had to spend five minutes with the guy she would explode from the lack of properness. The drummer of the band was a rather young boy, apparently he was somehow related to Ivan and had a bit of a drinking problem. Alfred estimated that his age would be at least fifteen years old, the boy seemed to have not even hit puberty yet.
Even then on the porch he could hear their laughter, good-natured taunts and cuss words. To say he envied them was an understatement. He could just imagine all the fun his brother was having at the moment, laughing and messing with each other.
"We need to move soon dear, I fear Matthew has mixed himself up with the…filth that exists beside us." His mother wrinkled her nose in the direction of the home.
"I would let him have his fun, he never does anything except stay in his room all day." His father commented while reading the morning paper. His mother just wrinkled her nose even more and huffed.
"You should go over there and get him, who knows what unspeakable horrors go on at that house!" His mother prodded him, he nodded dully and walked out into the front yard via the gate. He went up to the decrepit house, the place looked on the verge of falling down. Trash cans, toys, and old bikes littered their yawn. It was the bane to his mother's existence after all (If only the cleaned up their side, we could win the town lawn award!). He knocked on the door and in no time a young girl of about seven opened the door, she clutched a fish plush toy to her chest and twirled one of her pigtails. She looked like a sweet girl.
"Hey, have you seen my twin brother?" He asked nicely, smiling at her with his signature dazzling grin.
"Get the FUCK outta my face!" She yelled, leaving a stunned Alfred in silence as she slammed the door shut in his face.
"Wha…?" He asked himself, he was about to turn back until the door swung open again and a man with brown shaggy hair poked his head out.
"Uh hello? Sorry about Sey, she's been pickin' up bad talk from Artie for a while now…Can I help ya?" He asked sheepishly. Alfred heard the girl begin to cuss again until the brunette shushed her.
"I'm just looking for my twin brother, his name's Matthew and he usually hangs out with the kids in the band…" Alfred was unsure if he even wanted to venture into this place, it went against everything he was brought up to believe.
"The kid with glasses and the weird hair? I'll take ya to him, by the way my name's Collin!" He held out his hand and Alfred gingerly shook it, afraid of the germs he might get. After that was done, Collin swiveled around and headed towards the back.
"Sorry this place is a mess, I'm kinda the only one who cleans it. All these kids make it hard, 'specially with Scotty doing what he does at all hours of the night…God Almighty I hope he straightens out before he messes up any of the other youngins. Anyway, here we are." He opened the door to the garage and wiped his hands on his plain white apron.
"Well, I gotta go make the supper, feel free to stay if you want. Matthew's family is always welcomed here!" With that Collin left him to his own devices.
The garage smelled like smoke and alcohol, but it was homey in a weird way. He saw Gilbert and Ivan engaging in a smoke while his brother and Arthur were comparing CD covers.
"Hey Mattie?" Alfred called out and in a snap all attention was upon him. He felt so out of his element that he fast-walked to his brother and grabbed his arm desperately. Matthew didn't bother trying to pull away, he could feel the discomfort radiating off of his brother. Arthur narrowed his eyes and grabbed Matthew's other arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, sneering.
"Home with my brother." Alfred growled back and tugged at his brother.
"S'okay Arthur, I was needed to get home about an hour ago. See you tomorrow!" Matthew let himself be dragged out of the house and into their own home.
Meanwhile, the topic of conversation had switched to their awkward visitor at the Kirkland household.
"Who was that kid?" Gilbert asked the Brit. Said Brit just snorted in a condescending way before answering.
"Some stuck-up jock who thinks he owns the World. He's an idiot." Gilbert laughed at that.
"Kesesese! You want us to do something about 'im?" He asked, laughing all the while, Arthur shrugged.
"Do what you want, but I highly doubt he's afraid of you Gil." He remarked with a smirk.
"Ivan can scare him easily enough! Kesesese!" Gilbert suggested, Ivan shrugged and smoked the last bit of his cancer stick.
"Da, whatever. I never have anything better to do."
A/N: Hello again! My computer broke so that's why I haven't been on (sadly I can't upload on my phone ._.) soooo….Guess who's back, back again? Greenbeans is back, tell a friend…! Don't be worrying, though I think I'll be taking some stories down because I lost interest in them…Sorry :(