1 - Birthday Boy
Alfred was the only son of the richest family in the city. He had everything, from T.V.s to cars to the newest videogame systems and games. And today was his birthday, which meant he got even more new things.
His parents threw him a huge party for the special day. Everyone with prestige or relationships to the family was invited. They all gave him lavish gifts and made small talk with him. Alfred didn't know hardly any of his guests, and the ones his did know were pretentious jerks. The one person he did want there however wasn't invited.
Alfred hated it. He hated all of it. He wanted his best friend to be here with him, but Arthur wasn't "prestigious" enough. Alfred's parents didn't like him very much at all.
Alfred sighed as he walked through part of the gardens. He slipped out of the party a while ago and nobody noticed. He guessed that shows what the party was really all about.
"Alfred," came a whisper from what Alfred thought was the nearby bushes. Alfred froze and looked at the bushes confused.
"Wha…?" he started to ask, but thought it was dumb to talk to bushes.
"Alfred," came the voice again, but this time a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Arthur! Alfred's face brightened immediately.
"Arthur! What are you doing here?" Alfred asked excitedly, bounding over to his friend.
Arthur smiled a bit and rolled his eyes. "I came to wish you 'happy birthday' obviously."
"Really? You didn't have to."
"Of course I did," Arthur scoffed. "It's your birthday. Why wouldn't I?"
Alfred just shrugged. "I'm glad you're here though."
"Yeah, well, I won't be long. Don't want to keep you from your party after all."
Alfred gave a bitter laugh. "They don't miss me. I wish you were there. It's so boring!"
Arthur smiled at Alfred before remembering something. "Oh! I have something for you!"
"Really?"
"Of course! Although, don't expect too much. It isn't anything fancy."
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I don't need any more fancy stuff."
"Well, here you go," Arthur said bring a hand wrapped box from behind his back. "Happy birthday."
Alfred took the box gently. It was wrapped in colorful paper with a plain blue bow on top. There was a small card on top too that read "Happy Birthday Alfred – Arthur K". He carefully took the bow and card off before opening the paper at the edges, trying carefully to not rip it. Arthur rolled his eyes fondly, but otherwise didn't say anything. When Alfred got the wrapping paper off, he opened the lid and looked inside.
He reached and pulled out a knitted… something. It was the ugliest thing ever that was for sure. The color was a gaudy purple-ish red and it was so deformed, Alfred couldn't make sense of what it was. It was in kind of a lopsided square shape and it had holes that were large enough to fit a hand through. There were knots all over and bits of yarn were sticking out. Alfred loved it.
"It's a scarf," Arthur said finally, when Alfred didn't say anything. "I know it doesn't look like one, but I made it myself s-"
"You made it?" Alfred interrupted.
"Well, yes. Can't you tell by how horrible it looks?"
Alfred smiled genuinely at his friend. "This is the best present I have ever gotten."
Arthur looked doubtful. "Seriously," Alfred continued on and he quickly wrapped the scarf around his neck. It was surprisingly soft and warm. He beamed at his friend. "I love it! Thank you!" He swept Arthur into a crushing hug.
"Thanks for making my birthday the best!"
A/N
Sorry this one wasn't as fluffy as I wanted, but it's Alfie's birthday so I had to make something about it right? XD
Anyway, these stories are all for my best friend, Ana! (Also known as Hypocritical Romantic) :D
Hope you'll like 'em, Ana! XD
