There he was, looking like the hero he always claimed to be. The light made his blonde hair shine like spun gold and his blue eyes glimmer like sapphires. He was wearing his leather high school letterman jacket over a red dress shirt, blue slacks and white dress shoes. As I watched him, my heart felt like it was caught in a vice grip. 'Alfred Jones' I thought as i watched him try to escape from the swarm of women that encircled him, ' You have never left my heart even after you broke it.'
Taking my eyes off of my high school flame, i took a drink from the plastic cup in my hand. The amber liquid burned as it slide down my throat. "At least i can still count on good old alcohol. It won't desert me like every man i know." i said, not noticing the long haired Frenchman behind me. "Aw, mon cheri, don't say that. I shall never desert you." He took hold of my wrist, forcing me to drop my cup. "Come, (y/n) let us dance." he chirped as he tried to drag me to the dance floor. "No thanks Francis. I just want to sit and relax." "Nonsense, we're here to have a good time." I looked into his smiling face, frowning. "Fine, one dance." I agreed. "Excellent, than we can go back to my place and ..." He didn't finish his sentence because he was suddenly laying face down on the floor. i looked up to see Alfred and his brother Arthur Kirkland standing over him. Alfred was holding a wok in his hand and looked like he had just swung it. "The lady said no, you bastard." Alfred said." Now leave her alone or i'll hit you again, because I'm the hero." "Bloody frog" Arthur said. Alfred threw the wok to his brother and walked over to me. "Hey, (y/n) how you been?" "I've been better." "That's great to hear." How's Susan?" I immediately regretted asking. " Fine, I guess. I haven't seen her in a while." So how's Harry?" He looked uncomfortable asking about my former boyfriend. "We broke up about two years ago. He wanted to settle down and I wasn't ready." Something flashed in his eyes and he looked away from me. When he looked back, I saw his face was a red as his shirt. "You wouldn't want to dance, would you?" "Sure." He took my hand and helped me step over the Frenchman that was still passed out cold on the floor. When we reached the dance floor, Alfred pulled me into his arms just as Travis Tritt's "Best of Intentions" started to play. I heard Alfred give a small chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked. "It's just that the last time we danced, it was to this song at prom." "You remember that?" "Of course I do. It was the worst night of my life." "Why?" "It was the night I lost you." I let out a shaky breath. "Really? I thought you were happy with Susan. I did find you kissing her that night." "She kissed me. She was jealous of you and the fact you had me, so she decided to ruin us." My eyes began to sting as tears ran down the side of my face. "Alfred, you never really lost me. I've loved you even after all these years. I was just afraid you had forgotten me." "Never, (y/n). I could never forget the love of my life." The blush returned to his face. "Please don't hate me for this." "Hate you for wh...?" His lips meant mine, silencing me. When we came up for air, I knew we would never let the fire die again.