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It was time to check out of the hotel. The lobby was packed again, seeing as it was around eight o'clock. Thank goodness most of the brothers' stuff was in their dorms already. All they had to carry were two sports bags full of toiletries and the clothes they wore yesterday. It would have been a form of hell trying to get through the crowds with bulky luggage. They gave their key cards to the peppy receptionist behind the counter and made their way to the parking garage. Once they were out of the parking garage, Alfred began to feel excited.

Mathew was driving which gave Alfred a chance to look out the window. He never really got a good look at downtown Portland.

Practically every building was coated in the same reddish brown bricks. If a building wasn't made of bricks, it was either the color of reddish brown bricks, or a light off white color. None of the buildings were anything close to skyscrapers. Some of them looked out dated. The colors kind of gave the town an old rustic look, which Alfred fell in love with immediately. As they traveled passed downtown, the buildings became more modern looking. They drove a little further inland until they reached the university.

The university looked more on the modern side. It was an off white color and had a Lady Liberty- green roof. They turned left into the parking lot.

The parking lot today was somewhat deserted. Everyone was probably enjoying the last weekend, before classes, partying and hanging out with friends. Alfred considered it lucky because there was no trouble finding a parking spot.

He pulled out his dorm key and twirled it around his finger. This was his new home. More like his home away from home. He popped open the car door, and stepped out onto the asphalt. He slung his sports bag over his shoulder and led Mathew to his dorm room that was in the hallway right around the corner from the entrance.

"Dorm, Sweet Dorm!"

Alfred unlocked the door and swung it open. Toris wasn't there, but his and Alfred's belongings were settled in their proper spots. Mathew followed his twin into the dorm. He looked around for a moment.

"Wow, this room is really clean. How did you fit all that stuff - Wait, did you just shove everything under your bed?"

Mathew had lifted up his twin's blankets that were covering the space under his bed. All the boxes were smashed together in a sloppy 'I don't care' kind of way. The boxes barley fit height wise. Some of the boxes walls were smooshed down so they could fit underneath the bed. Yes, somehow his brother had managed to store six large boxes under his bed.

Alfred scratched the back of his head

"Well, where else am I gunna put it? Plus! I wanted to make a good impression on my roommate. What a better way than to look organized!"

Quite satisfied with his own defense, he walked over to his bed, threw his bag onto the bedding, and kneeled to tug out a box full of electronics and a small chunky T.V. set.

"I wonder what he'll think when you turn out to be a complete slob."

"Have a little faith in me Mattie! Maybe I'll develop crazy awesome cleaning skillz!"

Mathew just rolled his eyes and helped his brother take out the T.V. set. He set it down at the foot of Alfred's bed. He looked back at his twin and watched as he pulled out various cords.

"You only have two….."

"What was that Mattie?"

"I said you only have two. You only have two outlets."

Alfred looked over to where Mathew was. There were two outlets side by side.

"No worries! I got this baby!"

He tugged out of the box an eight-outlet power surge protector. He plugged it into the wall and started hooking up the T.V. set. He proceeded to plug in all the necessary equipment by memory.

Soon enough Alfred had his own little gaming station set up. The T.V. was raised slightly on a foot-tall wooden book case that contained just enough space to store his PS3, Xbox, and his Wii. All that was left in the electronics box was a laptop and two controllers for each console.

Immediately, Alfred turned on the Wii along with the T.V. and synced up one of the Wii remotes. He put in the awesome game of Mario Kart. Quickly selecting Mario as his character and then selecting Rainbow Road, He started getting into the zone. After so many attempts at this race track, Alfred had figured out a strategy on how to not fall off the color clustered pathways. A smile grew on his face. This should sustain his video gaming addiction. After all, it had been about a week since he last played anything.

He finished Rainbow Road in record timing, thanks to his epic skills, and was about to select the Moo Moo Farms course, when Mathew spoke.

"I'm going to go to my dorm and see if Francis is there."

Mathew got up from his perch on Alfred's bed. His twin twisted around from his spot on the floor.

"Awww! I was just gunna ask if you wanted to play! Come on Mattie! I'll let you play as Mario!"

Alfred felt guilty he had forgotten his brother's presence. It's not that he is forgettable, he is just quiet. Even in a group of people his brother seemed to disappear at times. This caused people to forget his name, or call him by a different name. Sometimes they even mistook Mathew as Alfred, being twins and all. The thing is Alfred has never been mistaken as Mathew.

"It's okay Al, I need to get adjusted to my dorm as well. I think I'll read some more of my book too."

"Okay…. I guess I'll see you later then?"

His twin smiled

"Yeah"

He walked out and closed the door quietly.

Even though Alfred really didn't want his brother to leave, he could tell his twin wanted some alone time. Also, Alfred didn't want to have anything to do with the French guy.

It had been hours of playing his favorite games. Mario Kart, HALO, Skyrim, and then he played Dead Island.

Boom

"Head Shot!"

In the game he cocked his 'Crowd Pleaser Shotgun'. Another zombie foolishly ran up to him.

Boom

"Another Head Shot!"

He looked over at the clock, 8:04 pm. The sun was now setting, and Alfred was bored. I guess after playing video games for about twelve hours can get boring. What else did he have for entertainment?

He could go bother Mathew. What room number was it? 17 somthin'. He is probably taking a nap or still reading. Or maybe he was hanging out with his roommate. Perhaps bothering Mathew wasn't the best idea. Hmmmm.

He paused the game and scooted on over to his bed and started going through some of his unpacked boxes. Shuffling through some boring documents he finally found something fun to do. He could re-read some of his comics! That would relieve him of some boredom. He saved his game and turned off the T.V. and game console. Alfred then grabbed a stack of comics, moved his sports bag to the floor, and got comfortable on his bed. Let's see, who should he start with? Batman or Superman? Decisions, decisions. He looked over at his Batman clock.

"Batman it is!"

After about 20 or so comic books later, He was bored.

Again.

The clock read, 10:42pm. Digging through his boxes, shoveling all the boring material out of the way, he found a small stash of movies. And not just any stash of movies. It was his Disney stash. He swiftly pulled out one of his favorites, Hercules. He sat pretzel style on his bed and booted up his sleek black Apple laptop. He gently placed the DVD inside its compartment.

Alfred wouldn't admit it, but every time he watched Disney movies, he couldn't help but sing along. He even sang along with the choir at the beginning of 'The Gospel Truth'.

"I will find my waaaayyyyyy! I can go the distance! I'll be there somedaaaayyy! If I can be stroooong! I know every mile, will be worth my while. I would go most anywhere to feeeeeeeel like I, Belooong."

Yes, he knew he was being obnoxiously loud, but no one was in the entire building except for him and Mathew anyway. Right?

The movie played the part where Meg and Hercules first meet.

When Alfred was young he remembered thinking how he wanted to be like that. He wanted to be the Hero to sweep the girl off her feet and save the day. And then they would fall in love too. Though, when he was little he didn't have the slightest idea what "being in love" truly meant.

Now Alfred knew better.

Love was never how he thought it would be. The love of your life doesn't just barge in through your front door. No, love wasn't what it was made out to be. During his high school biology class they learned how pheromones affected the human mind and body. Love was just made of chemicals. Sure people cared for each other eventually, but there was no such thing as "true love".

He decided to clear his head of the thoughts that were leading him down a depressing path. He ejected the DVD. Maybe there was another movie he could watch. He wasn't in the mood for Disney right now. He pulled out another box, filing through each DVD, one by one.

All he had left was Disney.

What? Didn't he bring at least one horror film or something! He started to quicken the pace of his search. He hit the bottom of the box. He gave up on physically searching for one. Instead he searched his brain recalling the day he packed his stuff to move. He put the Disney movies in the box and grabbed another movie.

Alfred pulled out the boxes he suspected least to carry any source of entertainment. Looking through his box full of school supplies, is where he found the DVD he was looking for.

Paranormal Activity.

He hadn't watched this in forever! It was the perfect movie to watch too! He looked over at his Batman clock. 12:07 am. Yes! Horror movies were always best late at night. It was Saturday, so of course everyone was out and about still. He hummed as he opened the case. To his surprise, placed directly on the DVD, was a post-it note.

"Dear Alfred,

Please don't watch this again. Or at least just warn me before you do.

Mathew"

Alfred blinked for a moment and tried to remember what happened last time he had watched the movie. He couldn't recall anything bad happening… Unless..

Was Mathew scared of this movie or something? That's hilarious! He had finally found his twin's one true weakness! Alfred didn't even know that Mathew was afraid of such things. He will have to make sure to say something tomorrow.

The note didn't stop Alfred from watching it. He happily ripped the note off of the disc and put it in his laptop.

BAD IDEA. THIS WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA.

Alfred was biting his pillow that was now in his lap.

In the movie it showed the possessed girl just standing and staring at the guy in the bed.

HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP THIS IS SO FREAKIN' CREEPY. Alfred stared at the screen with wide eyes.

The scene on the screen now was where the couple found the picture in the attic.

SO THE GHOST IS A CREEPY STALKER? THIS IS JUST GETTING WORSE! He squeezed tighter onto his pillow. So this is why Mathew told him not to watch it. WHY IS IT FOLLOWING HER? . . .

Somehow Alfred had sat through the entire movie without saying a word. His crystal blue eyes still hypnotized by the horror playing out on the screen.

Now the last scene was playing out. The girl dragged the boy down stairs. The possessed girl opened the door to the bed room slowly and charged at the camera.

Alfred let out the manliest scream possible. It was as manly as a little girl screaming on a rollercoaster.

Mid scream, someone barged through his front door. OH GOD! THE POSSESSED GIRL CAME AFTER HIM!

He couldn't see a thing. He had already turned off all the lights before watching the movie. Bad move.

"NO NO NO NO. PLEEEEEEEEASE! I WANT TO LIVE!"

He pleaded for his life whole heartedly. Then, a voice he wasn't expecting yelled,

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? DO YOU REALIZE WHAT TIME IT IS? I PUT UP WITH YOUR RIDICULOUS SINGING AND NOW THIS? SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP YOU STUPID GIT!"

Huh? ...Git? ...No... it couldn't be…..

Alfred got up and turned on the lights. Sure enough angry British dude was standing before him. He looked sleep deprived and was wearing a Sex Pistols shirt that was way too big for him with flannel pants. Oh, so there were other people in the building.

The Brit just stared at him. He had his arms crossed and his huge eyebrows mashed together, waiting for Alfred's response. But Alfred was at a loss of words. This was so sudden and the guy just strolled right in here like he owned the place.

"How did you even get in here?"

That was the only thing Alfred could think of. His heart beat was slowing down gradually, but with the Brit giving him a death glare with his piercing green eyes, Alfred couldn't help but feel that his life was in danger. His heart rate sped up a bit.

"Your door was open. I would have just knocked if it was locked. Idiot."

Oh yeah, he didn't lock the door.

"Well, that doesn't just give you the right to barge on in here!"

"I have the right when the sodding idiot who lives across the hall is screaming bloody murder for god knows what reason!"

The Brit looked over to the laptop that was now playing the main menu.

"Paranormal Activity? PARANORMAL ACTIVITY? That horrible excuse of a movie is the reason why you screamed?"

Alfred blushed a bit.

"I-uh… No I-uh….I…"

His mind couldn't come up with a valid excuse for his screaming. Great.

"If you are really that scared of movies like that, then why do you even bother to watch them? You truly are more of an idiot than I had originally thought."

The Brit yawned. His words still held poison within them, but they were weakened by his tired state. After a period of silence he spoke again.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? …..I hope you will continue to be quiet. Have some consideration for other people in the building."

The angry British dude stormed over to the door. His hand reached for the door knob.

"Wait! Uh.."

Alfred really didn't want to be alone. He didn't care if it was his pissy neighbor from across the hall. If he was alone, he felt that the possessed girl was going to drag him away.

"What do you want now?"

The angry British dude groaned. He sounded like he was scolding a child.

Alfred decided to go for the "neighborly" approach.

"My name is Alfred! It seems we have gotten off to a bad start…Heh..."

Alfred rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously.

"I am Arthur Kirkland. Nice to meet you idiot."

The acid laced in his voice kinda stung. There was no need for it either, Alfred had been nothing but nice to this guy. Except for the not having "consideration for other people" Alfred mocked the Brit in his head. Alfred was really considerate of other people. He just thought no one else was here.

He looked down to see Arthur had his hand extended. A handshake? That was a little too formal…

Alfred took Arthur's hand anyway. The Brit had a scowl on his face the entire time. From what Alfred could tell, the guy never smiled. That was when he realized he actually had to look down at the Brit. There wasn't a huge gap in height, it was enough that he had to tilt his head down a bit. His vision was suddenly interrupted by Arthur's fuzzy eyebrows.

Alfred stared at his eyebrows for a while. The way they furrowed together made it looked like they moved on their own. Weird….

"What the bloody hell are you staring at?"

Alfred's gaze returned to the Brit's face.

"I'm just amazed at the size of your wumbo eyebrows."

Alfred watched as Arthur's face turned a light shade of pink.

"You Arse! There is nothing wrong with my bloody eyebrows! ... A-and 'wumbo' is not even a word!"

"It sure is! Patrick Star used it. So that makes it legit!"

"Just because a children's cartoon uses a word, does not make it a legitimate word."

"You bet it does!"

"…Very well. If you believe it is an actual word, then give me four examples of when it can be used and not sound stupid."

This is where watching SpongeBob all his life came in handy. Alfred looked off to the side and counted on his fingers.

"I wumbo. You wumbo. He, She WUMBO."

He waved his four fingers in the air like a victory dance.

"I said to use it and not sound stupid."

"I just did."

Arthur looked like his head was going to explode. Alfred knew that 'wumbo' wasn't a real word. He just loved pushing this guy's buttons. Also it was distracting him from how scary it would be once he was all alone in his room again.

"No. You did not. You sounded like a complete idiot… Of course, maybe for you that is considered normal."

"Hey! Come on man, don't go bashin' my style! I bet you are just jelly of my wisdom!"

"WISDOM? You would not know wisdom even if it flicked you in the head!"

"Hell yeah I would! My noggin' is loaded with epic knowledge."

Alfred smiled and pointed to his cranium. At that very moment, Arthur reached up and flicked him directly in between the eyes.

"Ow!"

The taller of the two brought his index finger underneath his glasses and rubbed the red mark that had formed. He wrinkled his nose.

"What was that for dude?"

"Your ignorance. Next time you want someone to believe you are smart, do not act so daft."

The Brit went back to his previous position. Arms crossed and nose in the air. Soon after, he spoke again.

"I cannot believe someone like you got accepted into this university. Let me guess, you paid your way in?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well for starters, you have all this technology laying around, for example, your laptop. If I'm correct, it is an Apple product, which means it was quite expensive. Either you are filthy rich, or your parents are."

Alfred was offended, but not because the Brit was wrong. He felt vulnerable because it took the bed-headed blonde only a few moments to figure it out.

While Alfred was a whiz at Math and Science, when it came to English and Literature he didn't do too well. For that reason, his ACT scores suffered and weren't high enough to meet the schools standards. So, yes, Alfred parents had paid his way into the university. Let's just say his parents were more than just filthy rich.

Arthur had been right. But that doesn't mean Alfred was going to give him any credit. Instead, he switched the topic, and turned it against bushy brows.

"Yeah?.. W-what about you? I bet you're from some rich British family and you came to a school in America hoping to woo all the hotties with your accent!"

"I am sorry to disappoint you 'oh wise one', but my family is dirt poor and I got accepted because of my scores. Also, I am not here to 'woo' any women. You git, only a self conceded idiot would think of that!"

Alfred raised one of his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"Then why are you here? You could be attending any other high-end college or university in England. Why Portland of all places?"

Arthur paused and thought for a moment.

"I'm here to get away. I'm here to start over and lead a different kind of life."

Alfred observed the stuck up Brit for a second. He stood with more confidence and seemed so sure about where his life was headed. Even his face glowed with pride. Then suddenly, that boldness left.

"..May I ask why exactly you are here Alfred?"

That was the first time the Brit had used his name in their whole conversation.

Alfred found that he couldn't maintain intense eye contact like Arthur had done. Instead, his eyes shifted to the floor as he remembered his reasons for moving to the other side of the continent.

"I'm here to make new beginnings… Just like you…."

They both just stared at each other. Neither one fully trusted the other, so it was more like a glaring contest.

Awkward silence hit the pair instantly.

Alfred looked down at the clock for relief from the tension. 1:50am.

"It's getting late."

He glanced up at Arthur. This time the Brit was the one looking at the ground.

"…Yes….Well, I must get back and go to bed. I suggest you do the same."

His tone still held some of its previous venom.

Arthur turned and walked to the door stiffly. He hesitated for a moment, swiveled his head, and looked like he was about to say something. Instead he rushed out the door. Alfred could hear the door across the hall open and close.

This time he didn't stop him from leaving. He didn't care anyway, the Brit was mean, and acted like he had a stick shoved up his-

One of the floor boards creaked somewhere within his dorm.

"Eeek!"

Alfred jumped onto his bed and scurried underneath his covers. Okay, maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad idea to stop Arthur from leaving.

To prevent future sleepless nights, he grabbed a pencil from the school supplies box and erased Mathew's previous message.

"Dear Future Alfred,

Don't watch this movie late at night alone. Make sure someone is with you. Dude, I'm serious. Trust me.

-The Alfred from the past"

He slapped the note onto the disc and dropped the DVD back in the box from which he found it. He didn't bother to turn off the lights. If he did, he knew he would face a whole night of terror.

Finally Alfred calmed down, and was in a sleepy state. He didn't mind that he was still in his day cloths. He will just shower in the morning and change. He glanced over to his clock, 2:11am.

Where had Toris gone? Maybe he knows someone from Lithuania and crashed at their place. Though, Toris seemed more like the type that didn't party all night. Perhaps Alfred had judged his roommate too soon.

Ugh, a whole day spent without any human contact except Mathew and Arthur. That guy really got on Alfred's nerves. He didn't know a thing about Alfred. Yet, he made many accusations. Jerky Limey. What did he know?

Though he was mad at the guy, he felt bad. The Brit had looked exhausted. And it was partially Alfred's fault for waking him up.

Why was Arthur so tired any way? Maybe he had a rough day. Or maybe he had been working on something. OR maybe he just usually went to bed at eight o'clock like an old man.

At that thought Alfred gave a quiet chuckle. Though, he still felt kinda guilty.

I guess it was his job to apologize in the morning, seeing as he was being noisy. After all, it was a hero's job to admit his wrong doings.

He took off his glasses and placed them on his side table. He rolled over on to his side. This day wasn't so bad. He met someone else going to the university besides Toris (Alfred didn't count Francis because technically he hadn't formally met him yet). Not only that, but it seemed that he, Toris and Arthur had something in common. They all had moved far away from home.

His head turned to face the digital clock. He watched as the numbers changed every minute.

2:15… 2:16…17…18…19…

He blinked and found it hard to open his heavy eye lids.

…19…20...22…23…

He closed his eyes, but this time he didn't even try to open them. Alfred started having internal conversations with himself.

'Try to think of things that will make you have good dreams, come on Alfred'

He squeezed his eyes tighter, until he saw colors.

'Hamburgers….'

All he saw was mushy colors.

'Video games…'

The colors continued to swirl.

'Home…..'

Alfred was still semi-conscious.

'Think about your other favorite things…. Rain drops on roses, and whiskers on kittens!'

All that did was make him laugh.

He relaxed his eye lids and shifted his weight a little.

'Okay seriously man, you can do this! Ummmm how about sheep! Yeah, let's count sheep!'

He shifted his weight again and put his hands underneath his pillow.

'One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. Four sheep. Five sheep. Six sheep. Seve- Ah screw it.'

Alfred turned over onto his other side and kicked his legs a little.

'...I wonder if Arthur is having trouble sleeping too...'

He fell into a deep sleep.

I hope you enjoyed it! :D

Because of this chapter I can't stop listening to The Gospel Truth. XD

Next chapter will be coming your way soon-ish. I have a busy week ahead of me that will prevent me from using the computer. Hopfully, I can update next week.

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