Short and Sweet

I: Grow A Pair

"What did you say?" Alfred F. Jones stopped mid-bite into his delicious (or not so) hamburger. He stared, cerulean blue eyes wide in shock, at his best friend across the table.

"You heard me," Gilbert Beilschmidt snickered. He tossed his head back, silver hair flying, crimson eyes gleaming, and absolutely cackled.

Alfred kicked the other student in the shin. "Shut up! I picked truth, you asshole."

"Yeah, well, you just dared me to flash that old woman," his friend countered pointedly. "You have to do this or you're a wuss."

"Why are we playing this game anyway? It's for girls."

"That's exactly why you're playing it, dude."

"H-Hey! I'm not a girl!"

"Then grow some balls and ask the kid out!"

Alfred came to McDonald's to grab a bite for lunch, not to get stuck in some pervertedly-warped game of truth-or-dare with Gilbert. Although daring him to flash a poor old lady outside had been entertaining to watch, Gilbert became hellbent on getting revenge.

And thus, Alfred was currently being dared to ask out some weirdo sitting in the corner. They were wearing a red hoodie, ratty-looking jeans, and had wavy hair that made it hard to distinguish their gender.

"I'm not even sure if that's a girl," Alfred hissed sourly. "What if it's a guy?"

Gilbert shrugged. "So? You're bi, aren't you?" He popped a French fry into his mouth.

"Yeah, but..." Alfred trailed off. When he realized that he couldn't find any strands of argument, he sighed in aggravation and stood. "Fine, you asshole."

It was just a question, right? He'd probably get a "No" for an answer.

So Alfred grew a pair and marched himself over to the corner booth. "Hey," he said, awkwardly tapping the kid's shoulder.

Behind him, he could hear Gilbert giving a poor attempt to smother his giggles. Bastard.

"E-Eh?" The kid looked up, and Alfred was taken aback by his eyes. They were indigo - almost purple - and were bright even through the lenses of wiry glasses.

Alfred ignored the way his heart began to pump faster and casually leaned on the table, drumming his fingers. "I was wondering," he began, putting on his best million dollar grin, "if you'd like to go out for dinner tonight."

There! he thought triumphantly. I did your stupid dare, Gil!

He waited patiently for the rejection...

...that never came.

Instead, the kid seemed to perk up at the question. "Really?" he asked, pink dusting the rounds of his cheek. "You...notice me?"

Alfred blinked. "Uh, yeah," he confirmed, slightly weirded out. "But you can say no. I know it's kind of weird that I-"

"N-No, I'd actually love to go out for dinner tonight." The other blond smiled. "I'm Matthew. What's your name?"

"Alfred." Gilbert was now full-out guffawing behind them, but Alfred was past the point of caring. Instead, he was observing how Matthew's hair suddenly looked so soft. And he kind of wanted to...touch it?

Alfred smiled back at the soft-spoken blond, but he was thinking, Oh shit.

A/N: So this will basically where I'll be writing random ideas that aren't good enough to be their own oneshot/story. And random ideas that I'm afraid of starting and never finishing, because I seem to be doing that a lot in this fandom...heh...

I'll update this whenever a plot bunny ambushes me.

'til next time~