Okay this is my first fic and I literally have no idea what I'm doing so I'm just gonna wing it and see what happens. This is the first chapter. If you like it, let me know please because I have more chapters to upload (once I figure out how). If you don't like it or have any suggestions please tell me. Like I said, I'm sorry if this is horrible and I have no idea what's going on.

Chapter 1

Arthur's POV

Bubbles. There were bubbles everywhere. I looked up, to my left and to my right. Every place I looked there were hundreds of colorful orbs with my image in them, looking straight back at me. Red, green, blue, orange, purple, yellow, every bright shade I could hope to imagine. These colors seemed to dance all over the place in every transparent sphere, moving in the shape of wood patterns towards the bottom of their circular shape. Where was I? Where was I going? As I stared at my warped reflection, I reached out to lightly touch one.

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering followed by an "Oh shit". I was far too weary to even care what was going on. What a weird dream. Before I opened my eyes, I stretched, breathing in the scent of tea, mint and blankets that lingered with the slight scent of cologne. I dreaded waking up this early on a sunday, but I figured I should check to see what Alfred had gotten himself into. I lazily threw one of my legs off of the bed, followed by an arm. Without bothering to sit up, I rolled myself off the bed and flopped onto the floor with my pillow. I felt a sharp pain in my hip and put my pillow over my face, groaning.

"Hey Artie are you awake?" I heard Alfred call from the kitchen.

"Whe di oo bray" I muffled with the pillow over my face.

"I have no idea what you're saying." he said, laughing. I pulled the pillow off my face and repeated,

"What did you break?"

"Oh just a plate. Put some shoes on when you walk out here though. I still haven't cleaned it all up yet."

I decided that laying on the floor for hours wouldn't be a splendid way to spend the day, so I stood up and walked over to the dresser. I threw on my favorite hoodie (it was Alfred's but I still considered it mine) and some black and white plaid pajama bottoms. I put on a pair of slippers and walked out into the kitchen to find a decent amount of glass in a pile that Alfred was sweeping up.

"Do you need any help with that?" I asked him.

"No, but thanks"

I opened the cabinet to look for something to eat as he threw the pieces of broken dish into the rubbish bin. A few seconds later, I felt two familiar arms wrap around me.

"Good morning~" Alfred said as gave me a gentle hug from behind.

"Good morning, love," I replied as I tried to conceal the blush on my face by not turning around.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him as he continued to embrace me.

"I was thinking we should go to the library and then afterwards get some groceries so I can make supper tonight"

I absolutely loved Alfred's cooking. He didn't cook often because we usually would just buy takeout, but I enjoyed it when he did. After we both ate our breakfast, we left our apartment to go to the library. I tried to look for some books, but I had already read all of the ones that seemed interesting to me. After thirty minutes of us skimming through our preferred sections of the library, I found one book I wanted to reread while Alfred checked out four books all on astronomy, one of his favorite subjects.

After the library, we headed to our favorite supermarket. The whole walk there all he talked about was evidence to support the Big Bang Theory, and something called cosmic background radiation and black holes and how he wants to be an astronaut. I didn't understand any of it, but I loved to listen to him. Alfred said he wanted to make spaghetti, so we bought the ingredients necessary to make that, along with tea, popcorn and...eight boxes of girl scout cookies.

~(O3O)~

We spent the rest of the day just sitting around, reading and talking. Something we did often if we didn't feel like going anywhere special. During supper, Alfred made the spaghetti he promised and we sat at the table to eat it. I was almost finished eating when he looked outside the window and started getting excited.

"Artie, it's really clear outside you can see the stars!" he exclaimed. He ran into our bedroom and came running back out with binoculars, blankets and two jackets; one for me and one for him. He also went through the kitchen to find the girl scout cookies we had just purchased. He quickly put his jacket on and put mine on the back of my chair for me.

"Stuff your face, I'll be outside" he said laughing as he exited the house and went out onto the porch.

I quickly finished my spaghetti and joined him. He had brought more blankets than I thought he did.

"Here come lay down next to me I found something!" he patted the empty space by his side.

I couldn't see very well so I stepped on him a couple times, but eventually I laid down in the spot next to him. It was bloody cold but at least he was warm.

"What is it?"

He handed me the binoculars and directed me to where I should look. I thought I saw what he was talking about. It didn't look like a star, it was more hazy and disk-shaped.

"What is that?"

"It's Andromeda galaxy. Isn't that badass?"

I laughed. "Yeah, are there any others?"

He guided me to a different spot in the sky, at one of the stars in the only constellation I knew the name of besides...the big spoon thing; which was Orion. Again, the spectacle wasn't a star or a disk but it was indeed hazy.

"Which one is this?" I asked, looking over at him.

"That one's the Orion nebula. You know what a nebula is right?"

"Are those the things that make the stars or something?"

"Yeah, its pretty cool."

I put the binoculars down by my side and folded an extra blanket over us. I could barely feel my hands and feet but I wasn't shivering, so it was manageable. I felt his hand entwine with mine seconds later.

"Do you need more blankets? Your hands are freezing." He took both of my hands in his and rubbed them together to warm them up.

"Well it's bloody hot out here my hands are just burning." I said sarcastically. That got a laugh out of him.

He sat up and continued to warm my hands while he mumbled some song about thermal energy that made absolutely no sense.

"Hey, do you want some of these?" he held up a box of the girl scout cookies he brought outside with him.

"I don't see why not"

"Samoas or Thin Mints?"

"Samoas please."

We both sat there for a couple of minutes eating them. I didn't like to admit I loved them, but I mean, seriously, no one can resist them.

We sat there looking at the stars for a while consuming girl scout cookies like human vacuums. Bloody romantic, I know. I wanted to go inside soon from the cold. It was getting late and I had to work the next day anyways.

A few minutes of silence had passed when he started talking again.

"So I found another job" he said to me.

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Evening shift at the ice cream place in the mall. Mathias asked me if I wanted to do it because they're short a of couple people."

"What about Peter?"

"I switch to just the weekends once I start the new job."

I nodded. Alfred and I both had jobs; I worked as a waiter and he babysat our friends' son Peter whenever they needed him to, which was pretty often. Not only that, but he worked at the market a couple blocks away for most of the morning. Now that he had a night job too our schedules would disable us from seeing each other. Apart from the days that Alfred wasn't needed for babysitting on the weekend, the only time we would even be in the house together is when we needed to sleep. I knew that I wouldn't see him as often. I'll miss not being with him but I don't know if he can handle being away from me for that long with his anxiety. He didn't seem worried at the moment, but I thought I had an idea of what would happen in the future. I wanted to ask him if he would be okay, but I didn't want to bring up any stressful subjects. After chatting for a little while longer, we went inside and I washed my uniform I needed for work the next day. By the time I was done Alfred had already gone to bed. I followed as I buried myself under the blankets and placed a kiss on his forehead before rolling over and letting sleep drift me away.