The thing people did understand about Alfred was that he hated fighting. He did it well and always he came out the victor but that didn't make it fun. He would rather any other alternative to it. He especially hated it when his parents fought, what's worse than that he hated it when his parents didn't fight. When they acted like the other didn't exist and went out of their way not to talk to each other. It was this that he thought of as he whipped his tears and walked out of the bathroom. He knew this would probably not last long or it might last forever but he didn't really care anymore. He would find comfort in his music and his stories and do like the British and carry on
"Where are you going?" his mother asked
"Just for a walk around the block" he said leaving without waiting for her reply. Alfred lived in Brooklyn somewhere in east Flatbush, he was 15 and he was bored with life.
"If it ain't blue eyes" he heard someone say threw his headphones his eye twitched and stepped up his walk a little
"Have you been crying blue eyes?" the same voice asked grabbing his shoulder
He turned around to see a boy about his age with dyes white hair and red eyes
" You look like a freak"
The guy laughed "my mom uses me as her cosmetology experiments but never mind me have you been crying?" He asked
"What's it to you?" Alfred asked shrugging the boy's hand off his shoulder
"Im here to help if need names…Gilbert," he said after a slight hesitation
"Liar"
"And"
"Well fine then my names mike" Alfred said smirking
"Mike very common and not to suspicious, I like it" the guy said
" You wanna meat a friend of mine?"
"Why would I want to?" Alfred asked taking a step away from the guy
"He'll make you feel better, free of charge"
"Im not gay" Alfred said after a second
Gilbert just smiled "if you say so"
"Im not!" Alfred said getting red "why…do I look gay?" he asked
"No, no don't worry" Gilbert threw his arm around Alfred's shoulders and started to walk with him "well now you do"
Alfred just glared at him "what do you want?"
"I want to help you with your problem, why were you crying?" Alfred kept his head down this was a stranger, did it really matter if he told him? It would be nice to have someone to talk to
" I just care to much I guess, my folks fight and it bothers me more than it does them"
"Alright well let's see general list then, virgin?"
"Yeah"
"Good grades"
Alfred shrugged "I try my best"
"Is it good enough mike?
Alfred looked up at him blankly for a moment before he remember that he was talking to him "enough is never enough"
Gilbert nodded "do they beat you?"
"They used to but not lately"
"Siblings?"
"Yeah my younger brother"
"One last question"
Alfred looked at him
" You like ice cream?"
Alfred looked to see that they were standing in front of the taste the tropics a little way down from his house. Gilbert brought him in and they both got a double scoop great nut come
" You never answered my question" Gilbert said licking his cone
"What question?" Alfred asked looking away from his ice cream
"Do you wanna meet my friend?"
Alfred sighed, "Depends, what's his name?"
Gilbert grinned, "His name my dear mike? Well everyone around here just calls him…the monster"
okay well i was told that alfred just seamed emo so i decided to write his story from the start, i wanna say this is a crank crossover but it really isint the story just gave me insperation and yes all the chapters will be short but they'll be updated quickly so review or favorite or whatever floats ur boat
