Warning!: Underage drinking and some cussing

Things about this chapter:

So since this is the begining I'm going to start and set up the love triangle by introducing Matthew in this chapter. After that I'll be more focused on actually having Alfred more involved in bothering Arthur as Matthew is trying to get his there is some other things but I don't want to ruin it for you ^.^ You have to read and find out~!

Previously on Blooming love

"Ah yes and by the looks of your résumé it looks as if you were a very intelligent chap at that." A thick and familiar British accent said as he turned around, revealing those green eyes again stopping as he saw Alfred. The other's angry expression returning as the other stayed there smiling like an idiot still trying to figure out why the other looked at him in such a way. A few moments of no words passed as Alfred's expression then began to become more frightened. O-oh no it's that guy I told off at the cemetery!What should I do!?

Still staring directly into the other's green eyes, Alfred swallowed hard as he brought his hand to adjust the tightness of his tie. As he inhaled he closed his, and gave another bright smile choosing to play it as if nothing happened. "Is there something wrong sir? It looks as if you saw something you never wanted to see again."

Alfred said clasping his hands together with his foot tapping on the ground at a slow pace. As if on command the Brit slammed his hands forcefully on the desk in rage.

"Oh don't play it off as if you do not remember. You are the git that crashed my expensive car. I assume you have everything you owe me in full by now."

Arthur said in his usual angry British accent with eyes filled with nothing but the need to kill. Immediately caught off guard Alfred jumped in his chair shacking a bit at the other blonde's actions. Carefully Alfred tried to think of a way to adjust the situation to his liking, but what could he do? He hated the other for being mean to him over a little matter, and making him pay an impossible fine.

Going through the plans in his mind he could not pick a better one, so he figured to give the Brit the argument he wanted at the moment and end this quickly.

"Sir you know by reviewing my résumé that I am a graduate working part time at a fast food joint. How am I suppose to do such an impossible task in such little time!?"Alfred shouted at the other standing up from his seat.

Huffing while crossing his arms together Arthur came around from his desk to step closer to the taller man. "Well I do admit you are quiet the impressive chap, with your intelligence level graduating college at a young age. However that does not dismiss the fact you have adult responsibilities."

"Yes, I understand but you taking this whole thing to a professional work place that doesn't make it so you get your money faster! This is very unprofessional dude. Now can we please return to the interview? This is childish and things are getting way out of hand."

"Very well I suppose so. Now if you will please take your seat Mr. Jones." Coughing into his hands while blushing in embarrassment as he returned to his desk, Arthur regained his usual proper form.

The interview went on for about two hours. Each side asking and answering questions the other might have. Though the atmosphere was still heated up Alfred fought through it as he usually did. Soon enough he was granted permission to leave and return home. He would receive the news if he got the job or not at a later time.

Though he was feeling a bit scared he would not get the job because of their fight Alfred decided to keep his head held up. Returning to his house Alfred loosened the god forsaken tie from his neck and threw it to the ground.

He then planted himself on the couch and laid there for a few moments. As he recapped on his whole day Alfred ruffled his hair violently flailing around on the couch. This was the worst day ever I'm totally not going to get that stupid job!Aaaaah!This sucks major balls yo!

It has been over eight weeks now since the interview and Alfred now waited anxiously at his mail box for the mail man. Today was the day he would see if his dreams would actually come true. If he was going to achieve his dream and make his parents proud. To entertain himself for the wait he brought out a fold out chair and a Pokemon game to keep him company.

Sitting out since six o'clock in the morning Alfred's but began to cramp up a bit. Getting up for a quick stretch he let out a moan and smiled as brightly as ever. "I AM THE MASTER COMMANDER!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, little did he know there was a confused looking mail man right next to him looking at him with a creeped out expression on his face.

When he was in mid stretch Alfred stopped stiffening his muscles, his face glowing bright red from embarrassment. Slowly and carefully the mailman placed the letters on Alfred's seat and scooted away from him in a slow odd manner.

Still a bit shell shocked Alfred let his muscles relax and let his arms return to his sides. After that he snatched the letters and Pokemon game before running into the house and slamming his door shut. Breathing heavily with eyes still wide open he held the letters close to his vastly beating heart.

"Man do I wish he hadn't seen that!He must think I'm some freak that plays video games all day and has no life! He wouldn't be wrong in assuming so but still…OH YEAH THE LETTER!Please please oh please let me get accepted please."

Bringing his eyes to look at the white letters in his hand he threw the bill onto the floor until he reached one that said Kirkland Lawyer Branch. His heart now beating in his chest faster than any car he gulped and started to rip it open. Finally getting the envelope away from the paper he unfolded the paper and read to see his fate.

Dear Mr. Jones:

I regret to inform you that you have been denied the lawyer's position in our company. Though your résumé was very impressive, your attitude is not appropriate for this work place. I am sorry to say.

Best Wishes,

President Arthur Kirkland.

P.S.

I still expect to be paid back on way or another.

Now knowledgeable of what was to become of him he bitterly crumpled the paper up and tossed it in the trash. Shortly after he made his way back to his beloved couch and rubbed his temples depressingly. Not too long after this he grabbed his coat and wallet and headed out to a local club.

POV Alfred:

Approaching the club was as much of a challenge as getting parking at a movie theater. A waste of time but somehow worth it. The scene around me was like anything anyone else would usually see. It had strobe and colored lights going all around the room.

Then there was the loud ear blasting music being played along with a shit load of people on the dance floor and bar. You had the clubbers who would always dress slutty and then the drunkies who come to get drunk.

Today I decided I would be one of the drunkies. Taking my seat next to a man that was about my height I asked the bartender to bring me some beer. Lucky me I looked about twenty-one so no one asked for an ID. Usually I wouldn't resort to drinking as a source of relief from life, but then again I was really depressed and figured if I was gonna talk it out I might as well be drunk.

Taking a few sips of the beer I could taste the bitterness I disliked and liked dance around my tongue in harmony, so then I decided at least one more sip. Eventually that one more sip turned into six more bottles of beer.

Now finally feeling it all hit me I could feel the world around me spinning. Right after that came a sensation of freedom and joy to my sad life. Not far behind this I also found myself talking to the stranger before me confessing everything I was so sad about.

I didn't notice it until the middle of our conversation that I was crying like a baby for the first time in a while. "You know what-today I got rejected from my dream job because the boss was a total ass whole! The fucking bitch had a stick up his ass or something! All he wanted from me was the money he needed to repair his precious c-car! I-isn't that just great!?I-I bust my ass off to be a genius and t-this loser won't give me the job I rightfully deserve-watch me one day I'll make him beg on his knees just to have me forgive him!Yup! Ha ha ha!"

After saying those few words I don't remember what happened the rest of that night. All I could remember was that I was at home on my bed safe and sound with my head hurting a bit. My wallet was in my coat and nothing was broken in. I wonder who could have helped me whoever it was must have been a saint or something.

POV: Stranger

The day for started out as any other day, I was in a new city in search of my lost love.

I once told him when I was small that I loved him but he had to move. So it was my quest to find him and have him fall for me again. As the days went on I had almost lost hope in ever finding him again. That was until I found him by chance one night. I was out to a well known club to get a drink and maybe meet other people to get my mind off of him. The club was sure lively that night but I was too shy to talk to anyone.

Then at the corner of my eye I saw him. His signature cowlick sticking from his head, and the sky blue eyes that put the sky to shame stuck out like a sore thumb.

Just by looking at him my heart fluttered with happiness as he sat next to me. By the looks of it, it seemed he couldn't recognize me but that was normal for somebody like me.

For hours I watched him drink watching his lips come into contact with the beer bottle. However I was caught by surprise when he started to talk to me rambling on about how horrible his life has been.

It broke my heart even more to see him cry like a baby. I so badly wanted to hold him and tell him it was alright, but that would have been odd. So I fought against those thoughts and continued to listen.

As he went on and on about this job he wants and a certain jerk that rejected him he collapsed to the floor. Panicking I picked his heavy body up swinging his arm around my shoulders to stand him up. He so badly reeked of beer as his breath came in contact with my nose. Trying my best I paid the bartender, grabbed his coat, and then was out of the club.

Immediately I called a cab for us to get into to drive him home. Considering the situation I looked into his wallet to find his address. Addressing the address to the cab driver I rested Alfred next to me in the back.

His head was propped up on my shoulder as his light snores were the only sounds I could hear. Gazing at him I realized how much he changed. He now needed glasses to see but that was the only major change. I then petted his head and nodded my head disappointingly "Oh Alfred you're always getting i-into trouble eh? B-but hey that's w-why I love you."

A few minutes passed and the cab driver stopped in front of an apartment complex. I then paid the man and escorted Alfred out with me. Good thing his apartment was only on the second floor or else I would have had a lot of work cut out for me that night. When we finally made it to his apartment I attempted to grab the keys from his pocket. But to my surprise Alfred regained consciousness and started to talk.

His tone of voice was lazy and drunk but in all I understood what he said. "Oh I love you so much dude. Thank you for taking care of me!" Before I had the chance to respond he leaned forward and kissed my lips.

Shocked I stayed there paralyzed for a second, my face started to warm up from his actions I didn't know what to do. As his head fell on my shoulder I let my hand touch his shoulder holding him up somewhat. I then touched where he had kissed and smiled happily. But the moment was all ruined when I felt a warm sensation on my jacket. Lifting his head up from my shoulder I could see that he threw up on it. Oh maple why!?

Yay chapter two is up and I added a bit of humor I think!Tell me how you l-like is since you g-guys said you enjoyed my first one.