(Okay, soooo... My cousin is an asshole and I am going to kill her. As it turns out my stories weren't removed she deleted them. I had given her my password because she wanted to proof read my stories and I had said something that made her mad and she deleted them. *deep sigh* It is bad to hold grudges… I can just put them up again. Uggghh I am so lazy…)
Alfred
We made it to the airport in good time and slowly made our way through security before finally arriving at our gate.
"I will be right back, I am going to go get us some water and a muffin for the flight." Mattie said before quickly running to the nearest coffee stand.
I sat down in one of the chairs and decided to call England and let him know we are about to catch our flight.
" 'ello?"
"Iggy! Mattie and I are at the airport about to catch our flight." I said
"Don't call me Iggy you twit!"
"Awe, come on Iggy!"
"Stupid America..." He muttered "I will see you both tonight ." He said before hanging up.
Right as Matt came up they called our flight.
We boarded the plane and got comfortable.
Listening to the boring flight attendant speech. I eventually zoned out and drifted to sleep, letting my head fall onto matt's shoulder.
"Hey... Alfie... Al... You need to wake up..."
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Matthew smiling at me. It is dark outside and I can tell that we are descending. I rubbed my eyes and stretched.
"We're here already?" I asked, looking at the airport bellow.
"Yeah, you were out cold." He said with a soft laugh.
I smiled and watched as the ground became closer and closer.
"The sky is so pretty Mattie." I said quietly as we landed.
"I know. Come on, lets not keep England waiting for us." He said as he helped me up, grabbing our bags from overhead and handing me mine.
I mumbled a quiet thank you as I followed him from the plane and into the terminal.
I rubbed my eyes, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the bright lights of the airport.
"Alfred, Matthew!" I heard a distinctive British voice call.
I looked up to see Arthur standing with Francis.
I followed Mattie over to them and grabbed his arm, feeling dizzy.
He clutched my hand and pulled me closer so I could subtitally use him as support.
We walked together and stood by them.
"Bonjour mon amie!" Francis said, hugging Matthew and then me.
I hugged back and pulled away, going to hug Arthur but freezing in my tracks.
My mouth tasted like copper and I put my hand to my lips expecting to see blood but finding no trace of the sticky red substance.
'Weird…' I though.
"Are we going to go or are you going to keep stand there like a deer in headlights?" Arthur sounded annoyed so I nodded silently and clung to Matthew as we followed the two to the car.
Matthew and I climbed into the back and he turned to me.
"Are you okay Al?" He asked me and I gave a quiet nod.
He looked at me doubtfully but said nothing.
I felt a wave of fatigue come over me and I yawned, scooting closer to Matt and falling asleep on his shoulder.
"Good night Al." He said quietly, adjusting me so I was comfortable.
"Thanks Mattie… I love you…" I mumbled, letting a peaceful sleep take me away.