Al Jones was your all American boy.

He rode horses.

Helped run a farm.

Woo'd the ladies.

Ya know. The usual.

Everything from his sandy blond hair, his bright blue eyes, his Americana bomber jacket to the ketchup stain on the lower left corner of his plain white t-shirt screamed "UHMERICKA."

But if you grew up in rural Missouri you would have to try real hard to not come out a cow poke yourself.

But Al ain't in Missouri no more.

Actually, he is grumbling in the backseat of a taxicab in good ole New York City.

Alfred's dad remarried a model from Toronto… and BOOM.

They moved to the Big Apple.

The move was hard on Alfred, he went from being a big fish in a little pond to a regular fish in a ginormous, kinda dirty pond with some weird-ass looking fish.

And a Frog.

There was a Frog in this weird ass pond and it had an affinity for Alfred.

The Frog was sitting next to him.

The Frog was the reason Alfred was sitting in the car.

He was also the reason Alfred was dressed up like Ellen DeGeneres.

Damn the Frog.

Francis Bonniefoy is a highschool senior that lives in the flat three doors down from Alfred and his "family" ("because anyone who would let this madman abduct me and take me to a strange party despite my screaming 'No please! Don't let me go!' is NOT family"- Alfred). From Alfred's observation this past week in school as the new resident wallflower, Francis was really popular. Really popular. Everyone loved him. Tuesday, when Alfred was playing on his PS3 behind the bleachers he saw coach Sakowski approach Francis and make a rather pitiful attempt to flirt with the French boy. As horrifying as it was, it seemed like no one could help themselves when it came to Francis. He was beautiful, ( he said he was an amateur model ) but more than that he was geninuely a nice guy and really did want to be Alfred's friend. But, Alfred would eat his bomber jacket before he let that happen.

"Relax Mon Ami!" coaxed the devilishly handsome Frenchman who had turned himself sideways in the taxicab so that his feet were resting comfortably in Alfred's lap." This party….eh… c'est tres magnifique!"

" I. Hate. You."

After a short while, the cab parked and Francis paid the driver.

Alfred couldn't believe this was happening to him He had only been in New York for three weeks and is now currently being dragged to the thirteenth party since his arrival.

Music boomed from the abandoned building.

" Password" a burly kid from Alfred's Pysch class asked.

"uh.. uh.. hm.. Francis!" Alfred called, he quickly learned, when in a rut call for Francis.

Francis who was standing a few feet away trying to tie up his blonde hair in a navy blue ribbon, stopped what he was doing and ran his hair through his medium length hair.

" Le garcon avec moi." He said with one of his dazzling smiles.

The boy nodded dumbly and let Alfred in. The kid probably didn't even understand what Francis said, but whatever Francis was talking to him.

Alfred surveyed the party looking for a nice boring corner to hide the rest of the night.. or until Francis thought he was being too anti-social and would introduce him to new people where Alfred would just stand there like an awkward turtle and wave. Alfred found a nice corner to brood in but, he was have been brooding too hard because Francis rushed over with a worried expression.

" Ca Va? Mon petit Hermit Crab?" the Frog asked while patting Alfred on the back.

" Yeah. I'm fine. I just wanna-"

"FRANCIS! YOU INSUFFERABLE BASTARD! I. WILL. KILL. YOU."

'That's new' Alfred thought.

He turned to see where the voice came from. He saw the most. Superfoxymegaawesomehot.

Girl.

In the Universe, in the alternate Universes too.

She was perfect, except for her eyebrows. Those things were huge. But that was okay!

She had red lips, smokey blue eyes and was wearing a tight black dress with white lightening bolts and combat boots.

Because she was different. Anyone one who openly threatened the well being of Francis Bonniefoy must be interesting.

" I have to talk to her."

The shaking Frenchman behind him replied, " Here let me help you!"

He shoved Alfred into the girl causing the two of the to topple over. He was outta there faster than a cheetah on steroids.

"Ugh, You getting anytime soon" The girl asked.

'British, she is interesting!'

Trying his luck with the girl, he stayed in his current postion.

" Hi I'm Alfred, I'm a sophomore at NY Prep, what's your name?"

She stared up at him. He was beginning to realize what an uncomfortable situation the two of them were in.

" You really not going to let me up?" She asked curiously.

"uh.. uh… um.."

A red blush started creeping up his neck and began to get up. But, before he could think, he was on his back and a pair of soft lips planted a rather long wet kiss on his.

Alfred had his eyes closed so he could see everyone staring at him. Alfred heard the music stop, but he attributed that to being swept up in the kiss not the Disk Jockey stopping what she was doing to stare open mouthed at the two people kissing on the dance floor. Alfred was completely oblivious to the attention he was getting. But, if he was aware he would have to ask himself, 'why is everybody staring at me?' but he didn't know all the cool upper classmen at New York Preparatory High School stared at him amazed.

Finally it hit Alfred his lips were locked with some strange hottie with caterpillars for eyebrows. He pulled away and stared at the girl with wide eyes. The girl hovered over him looking smug and then walked away. Leaving Alfred with the taste of sugar and tea on his lips.

"n-n-n-Name!"

The girl turned around and smiled "Arthur."

Her laughter echoed through the building when she saw the confused look on Alfred's face. The silent crowd parted like the Red Sea for her and she disappeared.

!

The stranger's footsteps were the only things you could here in the room.

'Arthur… there's no way that could be a girls name." Alfred thought to himself. Then has the strangers footsteps ceased it hit him.

" OHMIGOD." Alfred whispered loudly and stormed out of the party.

Nope. Arthur was definitely NOT a boy's name.