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Jewel: This is my first time so dont get mad at me! I thank my kumon for making me so tired that I would do this! My sis is xxbochixx, also my editor.

Chrome: Whatev, you're really bad at editing you know.

Jewel: THATS THE POINT!

Chrome: -sigh-

Jewel: Well, yeah. I only make good poems when I'm tired....

Chrome: Weirdo

Jewel: No I'm not! Anyway, Enjoy. Human names used. :D and FYI: comment on what I did badly, I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH NONSENSE! Well, unless you say it KINDLY I'll probably accept it.

Chrome: -nods- You're really serious aren't you?

Jewel: Of course I am you double-swearing woman!

Chrome: I'm not a girl dangit!

Jewel: You can't deny that you're a woman! You can't deny that you're a woman! -jumping on the bed- You can't deny that you're a wo-falls off- man?

Discovery

Another storage cleaning for Alfred in the winter, "Arthur can't come here in this bad weather" He murmured, entering the storage room that he hasn't cleaned this December. Looking around the old attic, he saw cobwebs on the ceiling, dust everywhere until spotting a thin notebook on the table beside the treasure chest, "Never seen this before..." Alfred murmured as he picked up the unsullied notebook that says, 'Arthur Kirkland's Journal'. Shock met him, "How did this get here?", until recalling the time Arthur came to help him in cleaning the attic a few days ago. Unwinding the string and flipping the book to the first page it said:

For the one and only group I am included in now, the 'hero' named Alfred, Ivan, Yao, Francis and I are called the 'Allied Forces'. But all the times we have been through, I was too scared, not to act but to say, the three simple words to the leader of the group, Alfred. I have only this notebook to express my feelings, although even if he was was suppose to see this, he might never see it in his whole life. I want to make what I have observed in the times Alfred and I had together, not in any ordinary thing, but in poems. Poems about my feelings for him, my thoughts and the truths, the only way I can express my feelings....for him.

Alfred had noticed three circles which looked like dry water on the page, trying to imagine why it was there, "Was he that scared of telling me what he felt? This is the reason why he had been so gloomy all of a sudden?" Alfred said to himself, knowing that Arthur tried to keep his tears but three drops fell from having so much grief set on his heart while writing down his feelings. Alfred then began to flip the page revealing the first poem Arthur made. Which it said in neat handwriting, "Wow, he has good handwriting." Alfred thought, wondering why he hadn't noticed that before. He began reading the poem with no thought of what the poem was about. It goes like this:

If I were to leave you forever, Would you care? If I was not your friend, would your life have a big difference? Forsaken I have stopped your will, to be and to be safe, would you have clashed anger upon me? In hopes for the happy side of me, I only give a silent, frowning face. "You are my friend forever," you said. Would you keep that a secret? For you are the center of my life, but yet I am silent with my feelings. I have promised once to protect you forever, but when the time came, I just stood there , looking at you suffer, I am sorry for being weak, nether will I be able to protect you as of this, I have one question for you, "Am I the friend you could ever ask for?"

I am sorry,

Arthur Kirkland

Alfred had the feeling that his heart was being pierced. When he read the poem, he had a feeling that Arthur himself was reading it to him, "I can't recall when this happened, was it a long time ago?" Alfred said, closing the book, standing up from the ground, brushing away the dirt from his pants. He stepped out of the room with the book on his hand." He still hasn't noticed that he left it" Alfred said as he wiped tears away from his eyes, thinking it over and sitting on the couch with his hands on his face trying to recall all the times he had with Arthur ever since they met. 'Does he still feel the same until now? Will he get mad at me if he found out that I read his journal?' He thought, thinking of the consequences he would suffer if Arthur would get mad at him. Alfred shivered as he imagined Arthur the last time he got mad at him, throwing pans, forks, knives, magazines, and a table. "Wait, how do I remember everything he threw at me?" he said confused at the realization. The fight ended when Arthur gave up after throwing almost everything he can, tears in his yes. "What will I do?" Alfred said trying to wipe away the grief of what Arthur has been through because of him.

Jewel: I did it! Yay! -does the macarena-

Chrome: Freakish weirdo...

Jewel: -holding a flamethrower- what did you say?

Chrome: Okokok!

Jewel: YOU CANT DENY THAT YOU'RE A WOMAN! YOU CANT DENY THAT YOU'RE A WOMAN!

Chrome: Anyway, the next chapter will be done maybe the day after this or so, thank you for reading.

Jewel: -points at Chrome- He's a woman! A woman! A woman!

Chrome: -sighs-, It's so short you know.

Jewel: Ya I know, it's my first time, so I don't know how long it should be.

Chrome: Okayyyyy.