*Last time*Seeing as the school didn't have a uniform- one of only select few British schools- he put together an oversized shirt and trousers with trainers. The shirt, was his favourite and looked like someone had slipped a short sleeved t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt. The long sleeves were red, whilst the chest and back of the shirt were a stark white. It matched nicely with his black trousers and -dare he say- black square frames. The whole outfit made him seem small and fragile, shy and loveable. Not to mention his -only sight (he claimed) - shorter than normal figure.Once he ironed his clothes crisply, he repacked and packed his bag several time -in the order of; textbooks, pens, paper, water bottle, gym kit. Bottom to top.- after a while he gave in and fell asleep, setting his alarm for 7 a.m.
The alarm clock rang a shrill and sharp tune the second the second hand of the clock turned from 06:59:59 to 07:00:00. It blared the tune for a sharp ten seconds before a slim and pale hand slammed itself on top of the (now unfortunate) electronic device.
"Bloody hell..." the bundle of blankets on a rather wide single bed shifted, electing a creak and squeak from the old painted wood. Seemingly out of nowhere, a person appeared from underneath it. This person is known as Arthur Kirkland.
He groggily wiped his eyes and yawned, before kicking the blankets off and standing up, stretching until his joints popped. Sighing, he grabbed his clothes and dressed, having taken a shower the night before. He tried to fix his ever messy blonde locks, but the efforts were in vain.
Shuffling, he picked up his old -but ever reliable- Nike bag, stored some money and zipped it up, doing a similar motion with his zip-up trainers (bought by his ever loving mother less than six months ago) and draped around himself a dark blue coat. He briefly checked his appearance in the mirror, before leaving the house.
The walk to school was uneventful. He had arrived a while too early, it being only 7:35, whereas the school didn't start till 8.00. Arthur walked over to main reception, and spoke light-heartedly to the receptionist.
She directed him to the Headteacher.
He thanked her.
After a stressful talk with the Headteacher (involving a quiz, paperwork and questions he definitely didn't want to anwser) he was let free. So, he opted to find room L27 (his form room) and wait in there. His form tutor welcomed him, and left him whilst he attended a meeting. Shortly after, he heard the most annoying voice ever approach his place.
"Hey Newbie!" a loud American accent called out, causing Arthur to look up. His emeralds met sapphires hidden behind half-moon glasses, dark blond hair and a fit physique. The man hair was neatly kept, apart from one strand which defied gravity. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his tight-fitting shirt did nothing to hide well trained arms.
"My name is Alfred! Alfred F. Jones. The 'F' stands for freedom of course!" He yelled out enthusiastically, shaking Arthurs hand.
"-and yours 'Newbie'?"
Arthur took a mental breath and sighed, before calmly introducing himself.
"My name is not 'Newbie.' I am, Arthur Kirkland."
**earlier that day**
It was a relatively normal day for Alfred F. Jones. He woke up, had his every day breakfast meal consisting of bacon -full fat naturally- and jumped into the shower. He used his everyday Lynx set, an item dreaded by mankind every Christmas as it seemed to be the perfect gift to every man over the age of 12.
Not too long after, he turned off the shower knob amd effectively stopped the watereflow. Getting out hyperactively, he dressed in a tight white shirt, dog tags and bomber jacket with jeans and boots. Checking himself out in the mirror, he decided he looked more than hot enough to cause girls to swoon in the hallways. Not that he cared, for Alfred F. Jones was gay. In every sense of the word.
Grabbing his backpack, he heaved it onto his shoulder and set off from home. The weather, suprisingly was nice enough to stroll to school. It was only 7:40am and the sessions of forced mathematics and science didn't start until later.
He arrived at school with 15 minutes to spare and headed for his form room, L27. He briefly glanced inside to check for a member of the school staff before doing a double take. For in his seat, sat the most gorgeous angel he had even seen. Big black frames on pale skin, a slight figure and definitely shorter than alfred (he could tell already! ) with messy blond hair.
He took a deep breath and walked into the classroom.
"HEY NEWBIE!" He all but screamed, cursing internally when he made the angle flinch.
"My name is Alfred! ALFRED F. JONES! " He shook the smaller man's hand.
"-the F stands for freedom of course! And yours Newbie? "
And then, the angel spoke and Alfred had to strain to actually here the soft spoken words.
"My name is not 'Newbie'." He begun and you could hear the air quotes around 'Newbie.'
"-I, am Arthur Kirkland."
