Note: This is only short because I thought it would be nice to add Arthur in.
And thus, the rose bloomed. :3 (yep. Cheesey. Right there.)
It had been a month at the Jones' residence, and I was far from being entertained.
I'm not saying that it was a bad thing. If anything, it was good. Alfred and his bloody acts were going to get him killed one day, so the fact that we just sat in his backyard, legs dipped in the pool all day sort of made me happy. Well, as happy as one can be with one Alfred F. Jones.
"It's hot." Alfred whined, earning only a grunt in reply from me. "Arthur, do something!"
"Yes, because I have the power to magically make the sun go away and rain pour from the sky, you bloody twit." I muttered sarcastically, keeping my eyes closed. "Where is your brother?"
I was referring to the blonde, lilac-eyed boy who sort of just tagged along with us all the time, yet as of late, he had been missing. Shame, I was missing the silent boy's company. Anything was better than Alfred. Idiot.
"Out with his boyfriend, Gilbert," came the reply. I felt the deck shift, and opened one eye curiously to see Alfred walking away.
"Oi, where are you going?" I asked, scrambling to my feet and racing to catch up with the American.
"To go find someone interesting to talk to." He replied.
Ouch.
"Would you wait up?" I demanded, glaring at the back of Alfred's brown bomber jacket.
"Why?" He whined. "I don't want to sit here and be bored all day. I didn't think it would be this boring having a British dude here, but now I can't wait for the day you're gonna go back!"
"For one, I'm not a 'British dude,' as you called me. I'm a Briton." I corrected him. "And second, it's 'going to,' not 'gonna,' and I would love to go back home. But I can't. I'm still here. So suck it up 'dude.'"
Alfred blinked at me for a moment, before flat out guffawing.
"What?" I asked indignantly, failing to see where I humored him.
"You're c-cute…When you're pretending t-to be… American!" He choked out between laughs. He was doubled over from laughing so hard, and it took all I had to keep from sending my foot flying into his groin. As it was, I shoved him over on my angry stalking to the house. "Oh co-come on... Arthur! I was... O-only kidding!"
"Bloody American." I muttered, shoving open the door.
I was only trying to hide the pink staining my cheeks.
Alfred F. Jones had called me cute…
More to come! ;D
(Is anyone teased yet...?)