As Alfred arrived home at 1:30, he had found that his brother was there waiting for him in the dark like a dad in a bad teenage movie.

The older brother was silent, though Alfred could tell by just looking at his face that he was angry for him being home so late.

"Yo, Mattie!"

Alfred laughed a little nervously and sat down next to him

"I see you're up... Uh... Late?"

Matthew didn't appreciate this humour. Alfred being out so late worried him. It worried him that he had been kidnapped or murdered or in some type of accident. He finally replied with a mocking tone in his normally quiet voice

"'You're up late' really Alfred? I'm up late?!"

Matthew stood up and scoffed

"You've been out for hours and you left me here worried sick about you? Don't even go there. Just... Go to your room so I can think up some sort of punishment."

Alfred looked at him as if he was speaking some foreign language.

"Excuse you? Matthew I'm almost 18. You can't treat me like this... Like you're some kind of parental figure. You're my brother and-"

Matthew cut him off there

"Well Alfred, I might as well be your parental figure. Just suck it up and go to your room, now."

He looked at Alfred seriously.

Alfred scoffed and went upstairs and slammed his bedroom door behind him.

It always hurt his feelings to yell at Alfred. Maybe because he had to do it so rarely and it always ended up with Alfred's feelings hurt.

He decided he would buy Alfred something before he headed off to night school and pick him up from his school. That way he could be home earlier.

After school, the boys were eyeballing Alfred as he started off the property to walk home. To his luck, Matthew showed up in a lucky surprise.

Quickly, the teen hopped in the car and smiled wildly at the three boys who were now scowling.

"Holy crap man, you just saved me."

Matthew looked at him puzzled

"Those are the boys? They look like punks."

He glared and then drove away.

During the ride, Alfred glanced over to the shop he visited yesterday. He told Arthur he would be back to listen about the mirror. Not a chance Matt would even let him.

He sighed heavily and leaned his head on the glass

"Matt... This is totally boring."

Matthew nodded in agreement

"You know, I think since we're about home... I should probably tell you that I have you a surprise at home!"

Alfred looked up and raised an eyebrow, speaking with heavy sarcasm

"Oh wow is it a pack of socks?!"

'It's going to be super lame.'

He thought

Matthew rolled his eyes and continued

"It's not that lame. Though you might like it? It reminded me of something mom use to have..."

Alfred's eyes widened and he looked away back out the window, leaving the car silent once again.

The two went into Alfred's room. What was inside caused Alfred's jaw to drop.

"You got me... A... That..."

he became speechless at the sight.

Matthew smiled widely taking that as he liked his gift. He clasped his hands together

"Well I was in the old antique shop down town and I saw this mirror out front. The guy at the shop said that he saw you and knew that you were looking at the mirror-"

Alfred's jaw dropped even lower.

It was without a doubt, the mirror from last night.

"But the guy who sold it to me looked really familiar. I think we went to highschool together? His fashion sense went down hill with all that pink. Anyways, I got to go to school. See ya later little bro."

Matthew ruffled his hair and closed the door behind him

"... Pink?"

He thought for a moment and stepped forward

"With the way Arthur was going on you would think he didn't want anyone to see this mirror let alone sell it... This doesn't add up."

He put his hands on his hips and put his face close to the glass as if there was something secretly written there.

Out of nowhere, his reflection turned dark. His hair was now auburn colour. His skin was a dark tan. The eyes were a dark brown, almost red if you will. And well, a leather jacket to go with the look. His faceal expression was now a Cheshire smirk.

Alfred screamed slightly and stumbled back, landing on his bum.

The man in the mirror laughed and bent down behind the glass, the voice had a defined New-York accent to it.

"Woah woah, calm down star shine. Names' Allen. It's a pleasure to finally get anacquaintance with my other self."

He winked at the shaking blonde on the floor.

A/N

Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter should be out soon hopefully.