Hours had passed since our encounter and I was still waiting for him. I sort of started thinking that he possibly stayed overnight just to keep his family feeling better, but for some reason I didn't believe that.

Striker had stayed by my side to keep me warm and the others went back to my camp. We were waiting together and I bet he could tell I was becoming impatient. "Damn that bloody brat," I say out loud, "he's going to get a lot of lecturing when I see him." The dog snorts. "What? It's rude to make someone wait, especially when it's dark and cold out." I saw his eyes roll and he lays his head on his paws. "Don't roll your eyes at me, you know it's true. I don't make you guys wait for me, do I? I'm too much of a gentleman to make people wait." He snorts again. "Okay, except that Francis basturd; I just don't like him."

I had come across the French basturd while he and another blonde man were walking to town. He happened to see me and instantly came over to make conversation; of course, being the gentleman I am, I had kindly (kicked) asked him to (go fuck himself) leave me alone. There was just this perverted air around him that I didn't want to be near. My point was proven when he had…groped me on the arse, I had punched him for doing that. I felt bad for the other man who was forced to be around the bloody git, but he seemed to be fond of him, weird man.

I was suddenly knocked out of my thoughts when someone nudged me. I thought it was Striker, but soon saw the blonde. "Hey," he said smiling a bright, annoying smile, "I came like you asked."

I stood up and brushed myself off. "So you did."

I went to his sack and felt the weight. "If you're checking to see if I did keep to the truth then it'd be better for you to meet a witness."

I gave him a scowl and he shrugged. "I'm not going into to town."

He looked puzzled. "Why not?"

I looked at my shoes. "I-I just don't want to."

He looked at me, I bet he wanted to know more, but he didn't say anything about it. "So," he started, "since it's so late out can I stay with you?"

"Absolutely not." I say walking to the tree I was laying on earlier to grab my stuff.

"Why? It's rude to ask to talk to someone then tell them they can't stay at their house."

"I don't have a house." I stated. He looked confused. "I live in a tent, always have." I shrugged and started to walk, hoping that he wouldn't follow. I was wrong.

"Why's that?" He asked walking next to me. I saw that his horse and my dog were walking behind us and sigh.

"Why should I even share stuff with a bloody wanker like you?" I sort of snapped at him.

"Because I'm curious and since you were rude to me earlier in the day, I think you should give me something."

He was serious but I just scowled. "I've never shared an ounce of my life to anyone and I'm not going to start now."

He pouted. "But you sort of did when you told me that you lived in a tent."

I scowled even more. "Just go away you prat!"

"No." He said and I groaned.

"Striker!" The dog started to growl and the blonde tensed, but held his ground.

"He won't do anything," he stated, "I saw how the wolves didn't attack my horse even thought they could've brought her down easily." He looked at the wolf and smiled; Striker stopped growling and started to pant like an original dog. "Please just let me stay for one night and I won't bother you again."

With that as a deal I instantly accepted. "Just for one night! And you better not bother me again." He got all happy and patted the wolf's head.

We got to my camp and he whistled. "Wow," he said, "it's just you?"

I nod. "Always has been and I like it that way." That was an obvious lie but I ignored it.

His face suddenly slumped into a frown. "At least you have the wolves' right?"

"They don't stay in the camp that long." And right on cue Striker had left. "They always leave when they know I'm going to be fine. That and they leave at the same time every day, sometime before dark."

"But it's dark out right now."

"Yes well the boys couldn't leave without their leader who was right next to me as I was waiting for you." I was starting to get annoyed with him, but kept myself in check."

He blinked. "How long were you waiting for me?" I looked at him and blushed instantly as I turned my head. "When I saw you sitting near the tree, it looked like you were cold."

"I wasn't cold," it would be embarrassing if he knew I was waiting all day for him, "I didn't wait long." I was thankful for the wolves' to be gone because Striker would've snorted right then. "I had gotten there a couple of minutes before you."

"Liar." I looked up at him and was about to protest. "I know that you were there longer." I was confused, how… "You don't know it but I went on a walk through the woods with my brother and his…friend," I noticed his pause before he said the word "friend", I wonder who this friend was, "We happened to take a walk near you, well near enough for me to see you at a distance." I blushed again. "I also had gotten some information on you."

"What?" I was a bit surprised by that statement.

"Well, I-I was curious to who I had met on the road," he was blushing a bit, "I asked around and found out that my brother and his friend knew you. I asked and they told me that your name was Arthur something-or-other-"

"Kirkland. My name's Arthur Kirkland." I said getting irritated.

He smiled. "You just told me something else about you." I blushed and looked away. "Anyway," he continued, "they had said you were an outlaw, but they don't believe that and neither do I, and that you've isolated yourself from the town-"

I scoff. "I've isolated myself?" He was a bit taken aback. "Oh I'm sorry, please, do go on." I waved my hand, but he didn't speak. "I bet you're wondering why I said that." He gave a slight nod. "Well, first off, the town's people were the ones who isolated me. I was only a little boy and they threw me out; they were afraid I would kill them like I did the others." I was getting really mad up until I confessed my crime.

"Y-you've killed before?" He was stuttering more out of shock than out of fear. "Why?" I shut my lips and bit my tongue. I just shared the most awful thing to share, and he's with the king no less, am I trying to have myself imprisoned? He waited for me to answer then decided to change the subject. "I'm Alfred. Alfred Jones." I didn't say anything and he sighed. "I'm of the Kings guard; they only want me because of my inhumane strength, and I would leave but my family needs the money."

"You say your family, but it's just your brother isn't it?" He looks at me and nods with a small smile on his face. "Can you tell me about him? And his friend, too?" I was really interested in who this boy was related to, and to think how lucky they are to have such a good brother. My brothers though…

He smiles even more. "My brother is named Matthew, he looks like me but he has this little strand of hair that curls out in a strange way."

"Sort of how you have a thick piece of hair that's always sticking up?" I ask eyeing his one strand of hair.

"Yeah well his is longer, but anyway, he's shy and always has a bear with him. It's funny to see him talk with it like it's really alive. Then his friend…" he stops for a second and scowls a bit, "his friend is a French pervert who doesn't know when to stop groping people's arses."

I chuckled a bit but then realized he said French. "Are talking about Francis?"

His eyes went wide. "Yeah I am but how…"

He stopped when he noticed that I was fuming with anger. "That basturd," I say, "he's your brother's friend; how I pity him to be with him all the time."

"Well," I ceased giving off the aura of killing and looked at him, "he may be a pervert and all, but he makes my brother happy and that's all I want."

I softened up a bit and nodded. "Matt's lucky to have a brother like you."

I didn't mean to say it out loud but he just sat straighter. "He is, isn't he?" I scowled, but then stopped when he asked me a question. "What about your family?"

I gazed into the fire and tried not to look at him. Suddenly I yawned (which it was a fake yawn). "Man I'm tired. I guess I'll get to bed then." I get into my tent and fall onto my bed with a small grunt. I had convinced myself that he would let me sleep but then I heard him come in the tent and lay down next to me. "What are you doing, you bloody git?"

"Well I didn't want to sleep out there and I thought you wouldn't mind." I was blushing while he explained himself.

Even though I was really uncomfortable, I had found some way to fall asleep. Though, the next morning I woke up to something I didn't want to wake up to.

It was nice and warm in my bed and I'm not use to that. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw clothes. I tried to move but couldn't, his arms were around me. I looked up and regretted even moving; his face was so close to mine. I could feel my face heat up as I blushed. I had tried to remain calm but couldn't when he had moved; now I could feel his breath cascade over my lips.

Second chapter in, i think i like this one more than the first, but that's because they're cuddling :)

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