What am I doing? Gyaaahhh. I don't even know. This is my first try at ever writing something serious. I suppose it's a little angsty. Well, I really hope this is good and if you read it, please enjoy. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the show
When I was younger, I used to dream.
I dreamed that the world was a happy place and everyone loved me.
I dreamed that I was happy.
In my dreams, he was with me.
What happened?
I grew up.
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Alfred F. Jones stared with dull eyes at the advertisement that had been thrust in front of him by his nervous mother, Annabelle Jones. Annabelle had once been a beautiful woman with vivid blue eyes, light brown hair and creamy skin. She had crows feet at the end of her eyes, a sigh that she had once knew how to smile. Now she had graying hair, worry wrinkles making her face sag in a sad manner and her eyes were almost as dull as her son's.
She forced her mouth to curl up at the ends in something that could only be described as a fake smile. Her son, Alfred, narrowed his eyes as his lips pursed into a straight line.
He opened his mouth and licked dry lips before speaking. "You want me to become a nurse for some spoiled-ass rich kid?" The bitter tone in his voice caused Annabelle's smile to falter for a second before being stretched even wider. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"Sweetheart, you haven't been out of the house in weeks, I-I think it's best if you take this job. I already spoke to Mrs. Beilschmidt and she agrees that this would do loads for your health, both mentally and physically." Even though, she speaks with forced cheer, Alfred catches how tired and weak she sounds. He feels a flash of guilt for a quick second before drowning it with anger.
"So, now I'm a head case, am I?" He looks at his mother as she cringes and quickly shakes her head.
"N-No! That's not what I-"
"Meant?" Alfred says sarcastically before letting out an irritated huff. "Fine. I'll take the job, just know I'm not happy about it." Before Annabelle can thank him, he gives her a cold look and exits out of the room.
Annabelle waits until he is out of the room and what she thinks is hearing distance before she darts to the counters in the kitchen and starts rummaging through her 'secret stash' of various alcohol. Alfred unconsciously frowns as he listens to her before he goes into their-no not theirs, his room.
His eyes briefly grow sad as he stares at the twin bed opposite of his, one that hasn't been used in months. Still unmade from when he had last used it.
Alfred chances a glance at the mirror above his bed. Blue eyes, that had once matched the happy tone of the sky, but were now dulled, stared back at him. His face was still as 'gorgeous' as all the girls had told him. His skin, which used to be tan from the Sun's kiss was now pale and more ivory colored. Sandy blond hair that refused to lay flat, stuck out in messy angles with a cowlick standing out on top. Alfred sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. He needed a haircut. His hair was now just a little longer than chin length. He'd have to go get it cut before he started his new job. He sighed wearily at the thought of having to actually go somewhere in public.
At the thought of his new job, Alfred let out a heavy sigh and leans forward to rest his forehead on the mirror. He drearily rubs his eyes.
"I hate you." He tells the mirror with an exhausted tone before falling back on his bed and letting sleep take him.
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Gilbert Beilschmidt crinkled up his nose in disdain as he stared at his mother.
"You hired me a male nurse? Mutter! What the hell am I supposed to do with a male nurse? How am I supposed to enjoy my sponge baths now?" Gilbert's garnet colored eyes locked onto his mother's hazel ones. "Mutter, you are affecting my ability to get laid." He said in the most serious tone he could muster. Gilbert knew he was probably not going to get sponge baths anyway, but he sure as hell could use it to guilt trip his mutter for hiring a male when he had specifically asked for a 'Mega hot chick!'
Ida stared at her oldest son before sighing heartily. "Ja, with that attitude, it's a wonder anyone can resist you, mein Liebling." She shook her head at him as she ruffled Gilbert's white hair. "Just be nice to him. I heard he was a sweet boy."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I am always nice, it's not my fault some people can't take my superior sense of humor."
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Alfred walked up to the giant iron gates of the Beilschmidt Residence in a resigned manner. He paused briefly to give a futile glare at the giant mansion. "Show-offs." He muttered underneath his breath. He was just about to hit the buzzer on the gate when it swung open, causing him to jump. He blinked in surprise before his eyes, once again, narrowed. He ignored the security camera above him, where someone was obviously watching him and marched on right through. He passed a marble fountain with engravings of mermaids and steered himself straight to the door.
For a brief second, Alfred debated on whether be polite and not grab the lion shaped knocker and pound the old wooden door with it before he remembered exactly what his new job was. A caretaker for some snobby-ass brat. He then grabbed the knocker and slammed it into the door heartily, alerting everyone in the house-mansion of his presence.
He waited a few seconds before he impatiently huffed. Just as he was about to grab the knocker again, the door swung open. Alfred's eyes widened as he took in the man who opened the door. The first thing his eyes locked on was the other's ruby red eyes which caused Alfred's eyes to widen in surprise before he quickly scanned the rest of him. The man had gray-white hair, pale skin, he looked like he worked out regularly from Alfred's view of his torso, but Alfred was too focused on the wheelchair the other was sitting in to really care on how much this mysterious guy worked out.
His mom hadn't told him the brat was in a wheelchair. And she certainly hadn't told him he wasn't so much of a brat anymore, but a few years older than him. He made a note to guilt trip her about it once he got home.
The man snorted and Alfred's eyes darted to red ones that had a mischievous gleam in them. A smug smirk was already on the other's lips and Alfred immediately set out to wipe it off.
He smiled as brightly as he possibly could at the man and noted with satisfaction, that the smirk disappeared.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Beilschmidt, it's a pleasure, sir." Alfred spoke with false politeness and purposely said the 'sir' part as sarcastically as he could without it being too noticeable. Just to piss off his new employer.
Gilbert immediately wanted to beat the little shithead up, but decided against it and settled on glaring at the boy's face.
"Aren't you cute? You must be the boy they hired. I hope you enjoy giving sponge baths." Gilbert says acidly, putting emphasis on the word 'boy'. He smirks as the boy's face falls as he mentions 'sponge baths'.
Before Alfred could respond to his employer, Gilbert blinks and suddenly takes a keen interest in staring at him. Alfred's smart-ass act is gone as he uncomfortably shifts under the stare of the other man. Gilbert grins in a cruel manner.
"You know, I think this could work, you do kinda resemble a girl, boy." The horrified expression on the other's face causes Gilbert to laugh, happy that he succeeded in making the other uncomfortable. "So, what exactly is your name or do you want me to make one up for you?"
Despite still unsettled and more than a little pissed off about the other man's comment about how feminine he looked, which Alfred knew he didn't, Alfred finds himself hastily replying. There was no way he was going to let the man create a name for him.
"Alfred F. Jones, sir." His tone comes out quieter and a lot less cocky than it had been before and Gilbert smirks in triumph.
"Aren't you coming inside?" Gilbert taunts, rolling back in his chair to allow room for the other. Alfred bites his lip in frustration before eyeing the inside of the house. He takes a hesitant step forward as the other man smirks. Alfred frowns, his eyes narrowing and he forces himself to not allow this man intimidate him.
Alfred hastily takes the rest of the steps and finds himself inside. He felt the dread in his heart as he looked at his new employer and instantly wished, like he did hundreds of times before, that he could just go back in time and change the past. He just knew he would forever regret this job.
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