After class Arthur had decided to ask the teacher for more information about the task he had set for the class. Alfred had stated that he had a question to ask the teacher as well and if Arthur was waiting then it would be easier to wait with him.

Arthur walked up to the wild Italian teacher and tapped him on the shoulder not surprised when he jumped thinking everyone had left.

'Hello Mr Vargas I was wondering if you could please explain the assignment in a little more detail?' Mr Vargas didn't seem surprised by the question. In fact he seemed to be beaming that a student would even ask him for more help.

'Si, What I want is for the first week or so, you two talk about each other's past, what you did when you were kids, age 10 and under anything and everything, that will help fill out the opening.' He said. Arthur was thinking that this was to be like a biography only instead of writing about yourself your writing how you perceive your partners life.

'For the second Part I want you spend time with each other. Hang out and get to know your partners life, what they do, what they see as fun and entertaining, get to know each other's family and how they see your project partner' Arthur frowned at this, he lived alone. His family wanting nothing to do with him after he came out to them.

'What your partners life from age 11 to now should be what fills your essay, it should explain who they are now and how you see them in your own eyes.' Alfred nodded at that part making Arthur wonder what was going through the Americans head.

'and lastly the future, this part is a little harder, I want you to type up what your partner thinks about doing when they grow up. Then how you see the other person's life turning out, I want you to be really detailed on what you think will happen to them, but don't tell your partner until the presentation of the project. Because the reaction is also a part of the grade.' Mr Vargas finished up with a smile on his face.

I nodded and turned to Alfred waiting for him to ask his question but he merely asked if he could get a late note for both of us. Mr Vargas did so without question and handed one to both of us. Saying our thanks we both went on our way to our next class.

'So what class you got next?' Alfred asked a goofy smile on his face.

'Math' Alfred nodded and pulled out his time table.

'Hey so do I!' he sounded excited

'Who's your teacher for it?' he asked nudging into Arthurs side. Sighing Arthur also pulled out his time table.

'Mr Wang.' He said calmly, then making an undignified yelp when Alfred pushed him yelling some unknown sentence that Arthur couldn't make out. Growling Arthur pushed him back and glared at him.

'Do you have to be so loud? People are in class and don't want to hear your yelling!' Arthur yelled not noticing the he was standing right outside a class room door filled with students.

'Exactly Mr Kirkland, that's why I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you both a detention' Arthur froze in his spot hating the sound of one very smug Chinees teacher.

Mr Yao Wang had always hated Arthur for some unknown reason maybe because he had cut off some of his hair as a bet when he was going through his punk faze and the teacher had never forgiven him.

Arthur glared at the teacher and demanded a reason as to why he was also getting a detention. And Mr Wang pointed out that he was yelling just as loud as Alfred was and disturbing his class. Arthur pouted and sighed knowing he couldn't fight back at that, he was also in the wrong and it killed him to know that there would be a smudge on his record, a small one that could ruin his future.

Yet again he was seated next to Alfred for that class and knew that he was now stuck next to him for two classes, a yearlong assignment, and now detention. The world was defiantly out to get him. Hopefully he wouldn't be stuck next to him for every class or he might just die of embarrassment.

Yes he had been turned down by Alfred and no he didn't really want to spend a year telling him about his life, and being stuck next to him for one class was hard enough with him rubbing up agents him with every movement. But Mr Wang's class was over filled and Arthur was practically sitting in Alfred's lap! His leg was rubbing up agents my leg and his arm and shoulder touched mine no matter how much I wished it didn't and to make It worse he had to keep talking to me making him breath all over my face and neck. I'm pretty sure my face is redder then a tomato!

'Hey Iggy! You Wanna hang out with me during break? That way we can get started on our assignment.' Alfred said whispering into my ear making the tips of them go red. "Bloody hell man, pull yourself together. He turned you down. Stop acting like a school girl!" he scolded himself and willed the blush to lessen.

'Yeah, sure, but only if we go to the library.' He said knowing he would be able to get so space between him and Alfred. Alfred smiled and nodded happy that he could get to know some things about Arthurs past.

Arthur sighed with relief when the bell for brake signalled and he started to pack up his things happy that he would be able to put Alfred on the other side of the desk. Alfred on the other had was just happy that he got to spend some more time with his short tempered British friend, he wasn't really surprised that Arthur had asked him out he had guessed that Arthur had harboured feeling for him for a while now, he just felt bad that he couldn't return thoughs feeling back.

He had no problem with gay people, and he didn't understand why people did, they like who they liked and that was that, and just because he wasn't gay himself didn't mean he had to put people down for it or stop talking to Arthur because of it. He knew Arthur would move on and find someone who loved him just as much, and that thought made Alfred feel better.

On the way to the library Arthur made sure to stay at least three steps away from Alfred at all times, he had been close enough to him for long enough and he needed some space to breath. Once there Arthur pulled out his spear note book so he could wright down the things Alfred said.

'Where should I start?' he asked

'The earliest thing you remember I guess…' Arthur said hoping to get this over with quickly. Alfred looked like he was deep in thought for a couple of seconds before he smiled and looked up at Arthur.

'I think the earliest thing I remember is my mums smiling face on my third birthday, she was really sick at the time and my dad had just left taking my brother with him to Canada, my grandparents were helping to look after me and her both. She had offered to have a party for my birthday trying to make me happy and not worry about how sick she was getting, but I had refused saying that I wanted to spend the day with her and my grandma, 'cause my pop's was still working. She happily accepted and we all went out for dinner, it was fun…I don't think I had ever seen her smile so much…'Alfred paused as if he had to think about what he was going to say next.

'When we had gotten home everything seemed fine, I had been taken to bed and content…but the next thing I knew there was yelling and loud noises filling the house. My grandma came running into the room and pulled me out of bed, she was crying and mumbling things I couldn't understand at the time… she had taken me out the front past paramedics who were wheeling someone into the ambulance. At the time I thought it was my grandad they were taking…' a small tear fell from Alfred's eye but he quickly whipped it away. And Arthur had felt like crying himself, he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the end of this. But Alfred had gone back to talking.

'In the hospital my grandma had me sitting in her lap and wouldn't tell me anything, she was just rocking me back and forth tears still in her eyes, I didn't find out till later that my grandad was fine, he was coming home from work when we had left, but that the reason that we were in the hospital was because my mother had taken a very sudden turn for the worst…' Alfred paused again and Arthur had felt like hugging Alfred, but he didn't. He just waited for Alfred to finish his story.

'I go and see her every year on my birthday…I know it would mean a lot to her to know I was there for her…' Alfred said quietly, Arthur reached across the table and touched his hand, giving him a caring look.

'I think she would just be happy to know her son grew up to be such a loving and caring man, who doesn't discriminate agents any one.' Arthur said, moving away and started to pack up his things.

'I've got some spare money on me, how about I get you something from the cafeteria?' Alfred smiled at the sound of free food and followed Arthur out of the library.

Hey sorry for taking so long to put up this chapter, im not sure if i entiarly like it but its done and i think thats all that madders :)