Chapter 2~ One Ride Home

All that Alfred wanted to do was go home. Ever muscle in his body ached from practice that afternoon. Alfred's coach made him do doubles of every exercise they did. This was, in his own way, punishment for Alfred for almost having to miss another practice because of his excessive amounts of detentions.

After putting the last of his sweaty uniform in his bag, Alfred slung the bag over his shoulder. "Bye Lud. I'll see ya later." The German grunted a bye before focusing back on his torn shirt that had ripped during practice while throwing a ball. It was too tight for him anyway. Al was just waiting for the day it ripped. He couldn't help but to laugh at the poor German when it finally happened.

Alfred walked out of the locker room while digging in his pockets for his keys. By the time he found them he was already in the parking lot of the school. It didn't take him long to find his car and throw the bag in the passenger seat before getting in.

It took a few times to get the engine in his old truck to start running. He didn't care what anyone said about his blue 74' Chevy pick up, it still got him from point 'A' to 'B'. And until the day it didn't, Al was gonna drive it like it was his first love.

He was only a few blocks from the school when he saw a blonde haired boy walking down the street. The boy had his bag over his shoulder, clutching the strap with both hands to what he could tell. When he got closer he could see how tall the boy stood as he walked. He was wearing trousers and a dark green sweater vest. Alfred smirked and pulled up along the curb a little ways in front of him. As quickly as he could, he leaned over and rolled down the window to the passenger door. It had to be perfect timing, because right as he got the window down the boy was just passing the door.

"Hey Artie," Alfred called as the boy passed the door. He jumped, being startled from the call and looked over to the truck. Alfred gave him a small smile. "Want a ride?"


Alfred had moved his football bag into the bed of the truck through the window with ease. He looked over at the boy that sat in his passenger seat. Inside he was flipping with joy, but he tried keeping the best composer he could. "So where to?"

"To my home. I'll direct you where to go. Just go straight." Arthur had his bag at his feet and his hands in his lap. He wasn't all that thrilled that Alfred was giving him a ride home, but he had no other choice. Both of his parents were at work for another few hours and his car was getting re done. The walk home would have taken another 30 minutes and it was already dark out. Arthur sighed from annoyance.

Alfred nodded and started driving down the road again. The ride was quiet and quite peaceful. But Al was getting anxious, he really wanted to talk to Arthur and this would be the best time to do it.

"Take a right here. My street is just a little farther."

Al nodded and took the right. "Hey, Artie, I was wo-"

"It's Arthur," he snapped at Alfred with annoyance.

He gulped. "S-sorry. Umm. Well Arthur, I was wondering if you wanted t-"

"Take this left and my house if the second one on the right." And Alfred did. The moment he pulled into the driveway Arthur was already getting out of the door.

"Arthur, wait," Alfred called and reached for the boys hand.

After a few seconds, Arthur turned his head. He looked from his hand, then to Alfred. They starred at each for what felt like forever to Al. He quickly let go after feeling his cheeks getting pink and turned away, not wanting Arthur to see him blush. Without another word, Arthur left the truck and went inside his house.

Alfred sighed and cursed to him self. How could he let him go inside without even a simple bye? He couldn't even finish asking him if he was free to hang out this week! Geez, how stupid must one be.


Alfred fell back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. He starred at his ceiling with his right arm thrown over his chest. All he did was think to himself about the events about that night. His mind was so far into space that he almost missed the soft knock at his door.

"Come in," Alfred said, still starring at the ceiling.

Matthew walked in quietly and shut the door behind him. "Hey, Al. I just wanted to let you know that Gilbert's coming over." He looked down and shuffled his feet a little. "We're going to be, ummm, a little busy, so just text me if you need anything."

Al looked over at his brother and noticed that he was blushing, hard. "Whatever Mat. Just don't wake me up in the middle of the night with your loud voice."

After nodding, Matthew quickly left the room. Alfred sighed. He was jealous of his brother. If Mat could come out that he was gay and loved Gilbert, why couldn't he?

This was so aggravating to Alfred. If Arthur didn't keep pushing him away every time he tried talking to him, maybe they would be off somewhere having a good time like his brother and Gilbert. Maybe one day they would be.

Slowly , he sat up in his bed, and stretched his sore muscle before standing up completely. Maybe a movie would get his mind off of things. Going over to his TV he looked through all his DVDs. They were mainly horror films which he liked to watch with his friend Tony, but Tony wasn't here and it was late. Finally he settled on Princes Bride. When he was younger he always thought that one day he would be Westly, and save the love of his life from the villains trying to take her away. Yup, this movie was sure to take his mind off of things.

After putting the movie in, he walked back to his bed, stripping as he did. First he took off his shirt, throwing it into a pile of other dirty clothing. Then his belt, he undid the loop and slid it from around his waste. Last was his pants. He slid them off his legs, which was not an easy thing to do. His muscles were still sore, so having to bend over to grab the pants was not his favorite part.

He laid down in bed, turning on his side so he could see the TV screen from his spot on the mattress. His glasses pressed up against the bridge of his nose in a strange, uncomfortable way, so he decided to take them off and place them on the night stand next to his bed.

It didn't take long for the exhaustion to take over his whole body. He could feel all his muscles trying to relax as much as they could. His eye lids became heavy, and quickly he feel asleep and the movie still played on the screen. He couldn't wait to see Arthur again, maybe he'll have the courage to ask him out. But then again, maybe not.