Alfred rolled around on his bed, trying to get comfy to go back to sleep. When he found it was a useless attempt, he stood up and arched his back. He walked over to the mirror to get a good look at his appearance. He was met with a boy he had come to know, staring back at him through the shiny frame of the mirror. The boy had azure eyes that might have sparkled if in the right spot of sunlight, golden colored hair, and tanned smooth skin. He had a flower crown which seemed to never leave his head, it was currently made up of willow twigs, marigolds, and forget-me-not. He stared at the crown, a bitter feeling rising inside him. Slowly other flowers bloomed out from the willow twigs. Tansy and yellow carnations. Ah what an aggressive crown the boy now adorned. One of sadness and hate.
A voice startled Alfred out of his triggered state. He turned his head slightly and spotted his twin brother. As quick as they came, the aggressive flowers were gone. Slowly they turned into flowers that meant happiness and joy. The foundation of the crown became parsley stems with fern leaves for extra support. Cattails cutely poked out of the back, giving him little antlers. The flowers were now crocus, with small primroses hidden beneath them. He smiled largely at the other as he neared him.
"Hello Al!" the other said, his usual gently smile resting on his face. Alfred signed his answer back, 'Hey Mattie.'
"Uhm...dad wants to see you. He has another possible suiter." Matthew said, rubbing his foot slightly on the floor, showing how awkward saying that was for him. Alfred rolled his eyes and signed, 'tell them I'm stuck in a deep slumber that only Prince Charming can wake me up from'.
"I'm not sure how well dad would take that." Matthew snickered.
'Tell him to shove an egg up his ass' Alfred signed, sticking his tongue out at Matt.
"There's gonna be no convincing you to come out of this room, is there?"
'No.'
Matthew rolled his eyes but still smiled, "Ya know...if you hide the closet he might not be able to find you." He then winked and left the room. Alfred rolled his eyes but hid inside the closet anyways. He somehow managed to climb onto one of those rack thingies and yes I, the narrator, am a fucking native English speaker leave me alone. Ahem. He huddled on them and just laid there. He knew he didn't have much time before his father kicked down the door (this could be literally or not) and demanded the flower fairy to emerge from his nest. He wasn't going to do that, nope. He settled in his spot and began to snooze lightly.
He snoozed until he heard a loud thump and a smirk twisted on his lips. His father was here!
"ALFRED I SWEAR TO FUCKING JESUS I WILL DRAG YOU OUT OF THERE IF YOU DO NOT COME OUT." Alfred made the :3 face and stayed put. "ALFRED." He laid back down and relaxed. Well he relaxed until he heard something that sounded vaguely like a lock being picked. He jolted a bit and winced as his father rampaged around his room, looking for him. Who the fudging icicles picked the lock?! How dare? He just wants to sleep until he woke up then sleep some more! He wrinkled his nose a bit and stuck a tongue at his father even though he knew the other could not see him. This was gonna be a long freakin day.