It had been a beautiful Fourth of July. It was my boyfriend of two years birthday (yeah, his birthday is Independence Day, woopdedo!), so we had gone to the beach to celebrate. It was a little celebration, with just the five of us: me, Alfred, Matthew, Matthias, and Gilbert (oh yeah and that bloody bird he takes with him everywhere). We got there around eight am; it was a very sunny day but kind of breezy. The first thing that Alfred did was drag me into that bloody cold water, but I wasn't alone in my misery for Gilbert had done the same to Matthew, while Matthias laughed his arse off in the sand. Alfred and Gilbert exchanged a look that could only be described as devilish before going back, picking him up, which immediately stopped his laughter, and carrying him into the water. This resulted in a very girlish shriek, a splash, and the rest of us laughing until we fell over.
After at least three hours of splashing around in the ocean, playing Marco polo, and a failed attempt by Alfred and Gilbert to catch a fish with their bare hands ("There's one!" "'Vell then get it!" "But it's swimming t'wards you!" "Why didn't you say that before?" –Insert a self-proclaimed Prussian tying to tackle a fish- "OW! HAHAHA~!"), we all decided to have an early lunch. When we were all finished, Matthew and Gilbert went to go look for sea shells, where I'm pretty sure one of them finally proclaimed their unrequited love for the other because they came back two hours later holding hands and Matthew had a prominent blush while Gilbert was smirking more than usual. Matthias went to find the tide pools, while me and Alfred got some 'alone time'. As Alfred set up our blanket in the sand I went to the car and got his gift.
I had spent weeks looking for the right gift; Alfred wasn't as easy as most would think to go shopping for. I looked through store after store, and when I was right on the edge of giving up and getting the baseball bat I saw three stores back, I found 'It'; the perfect gift. It wasn't that much, nothing big, it didn't cost me a month's salary (yes I had a job), but it was special and when he saw it, oh the look on his face was just priceless. After he put it on he looked at me gave me the biggest hug, which was saying something this is Alfred were talking about, and told me the three most meaningful, most enduring, most beautiful words I have ever been told: "I love you". I would have said him it back if we hadn't been interrupted by an obnoxious and loveless Dane. Gilbert and Matthew got back a few minutes later and we all went on a walk. When we got back, we roasted marshmallows and lit fireworks.
All in all, it was a really good day; the best of my life; joking around, and spending the entire time with my most favorite person in the world… Then it started to rain. We were all a little drunk, but I was the least, and so was nominated as driver. Alfred called shotgun, so that left Matthew Gilbert and Mathias to have the back seat; Matthew in the middle and complaining. We were all laughing and the radio was turned up. I was buzzed and someone had just made an obscene comment about me and Alfred (it might have been Alfred himself), so I was more than distracted. I turned the corner, not looking where I was going, and ran head-on into a mini-van. On July fourth, two thousand ten, on a rainy day in Pensacola, Florida, I, Arthur Kirkland, died on impact in a car accident.