Edit: okay so I re-uploaded this because I was stupid and forgot to proof read it, and I just hate when I do that.
A/N: here it is~~ ok so, yea... sorry it took kinda long but... hope u like~~~
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"Ugh" Alfred grunted as he gripped his head in frustration. Math was so hard! "Honestly, who gives homework on the first day of school?" 'Meanie teachers, that's who.' He froze at how childish and idiotic his thought sounded. He face-palmed himself, and started to laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" a familiar, female voice asked from the top of the basement stairs. Alfred sighed dramatically. "Nothing mother." A few years ago, Alfred had moved his room to the basement and insisted on being left alone at all possible times. He did this to, apparently, show his independence (although his mother still paid for everything and he went upstairs for meals and snacks.).
"Why did you come down here anyways?" asked Alfred in annoyance. He loved his mom, he really did, but the basement was like an apartment to him. If his mother came down here for no reason, that'd be like her going to his apartment uninvited and without warning.
She just chuckled. "You lost track of time dear, it's dinner." She told him kindly. 'Oh...okay that's a good reason for coming down here' "fine mom." Alfred got off his bed and ran up the stairs.
When he entered the dinning room, the smell of hamburgers and french-fries filled his nose. 'All right! My favorite.' he thought eagerly. Then his thoughts started to drift a little. 'I wonder if Arthur likes hamburgers. Well he was British, maybe he's never had one before. I hear that the food in England kinda sucks. Ha, poor guy. Wait, just because he has a British accent doesn't mean he's from England. Maybe his parents were just from there. I'll have to ask him. Then if he's never had a hamburger before, maybe we could go somewhere some time to get some-' for the second time that day, Alfred stopped his own thoughts. W-was he just thinking about taking Arthur out to lunch?
"Wow, what's with me?" Alfred whispered to himself. "I'm starting to sound like a schoolgirl. B-but that's impossible right? I mean, I've dated girls before. Plus I haven't even known him long enough to decide if I feel like that - which I don't! I am so not homosexual...I mean I'm not homophobic, but I'm not homosex-" He paused his rant when he herd someone clear their throat. His eyes widened and he went tomato red. He'd just realized that he was standing in the middle of the dinning room, whispering to himself. 'Oh god, please say they didn't hear me' he thought.
Luckily for him, neither his mother or his brother, Mathew, didn't seem to have heard. However, they were looking at him oddly...well wouldn't you be too? "Um, sweetie, are you alright?" his mother asked. "Uh, yea yea I'm fine mom. I just spaced out." "We noticed" Mathew said softly.
Alfred took a seat next to his little brother, and took a hamburger from the plait in the middle. He focused on putting ketchup on it to try and forget about what just happened and what he'd been thinking about. Unfortunately, in an attempt to change the mood, his mother had just brought up the subject of Arthur. "So honey, how was school? Meet any new friends?" Alfred started to poke at his food, "uh, kinda. I met someone who I kinda wanna be friends with. I don't think he wants anything to do with me though. He also seems like kind of a jack-ass." His mother looked a bit confused, "but why would you want to be friends with him then?"
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A pause.
"I really don't know..." Alfred said without expression. Once again, he was lost in thought. Over dinner there was more slight conversation, but none of it really reached Alfred's ears. He went to bed that night with the question his mother asked still in his head. There was also other questions though. How much of a friend did he want Arthur to be? And maybe most importantly, why would he want that?
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A/N: okay, so I think this chapter's kinda cute/funny. Tell me what you think guys! Oh and again thanks to everyone who reviewed/faved/put this on story alert.
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