"It's like you're a drug. It's like a demon i cant face down. It's like im stuck. It's like im running from you all the time. And i know I let you have all the power its like the only company I seek is misery all around" -Kelly Clarkson
Alfred strummed on his guitar along with the song on the raido. It was a cheesy love pop song. He hated playing along with these types of songs but it was habbit. It was Arthur's newest single. Alfred sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair as he thought. Thought about the past. About the future. About Arthur. Thinking about him was dangerous these days. It would lead to one of two extreems.
Alfred hated the way he got when he thought of Arthur. He never felt angry though. No, it was either saddness or...something else. He blushed at the thought of that last time THAT happened. He had been taking care of the problem in the bathroom when his brother walked in. He had never ment to scar poor innocent Mattie like that!
He frowned as the song ended and shut off the radio. The blond American was thinking too much yet again. He sighed, needing a distraction. He got up and turned on the t.v. Alfred blinked in supprise at the program that was on. It was a gossip news cast but what was supprising him was it was all about Arthur's band, Broken Hearts Club. Apparently they had been getting into a lot of trouble lately. Their most recent problem was the night before after a concert in New York. Alfred frowned at the T.V. as he watched the show from his L.A. appartment.
He shook his head in disgust at the T.V. Arthur had never been like that when they had been friends. It was that life and those friends. They made him a drunk. Alfred sighed bitterly as he shut off the T.V. Matthew walked in at that moment, looking excited. "Alfred! B.H.C. is comming here!" the blond Canadian said excitedly. Matthew was a huge fan of the band, not only because he had been friends with Arthur as well. Alfred had never told him about their friendship ending so the Canadian went on loving the group.
Alfred smiled weakly at Matthew, nodding. "Awesome. We better hurry up and get tickets before they're all sold out." he said, trying to regain his optimistic demeanor. Matthew beamed at him. "We don't have to! I won free backstage passes! We get to sit front row and see the band!" he said enthusasticly. The color drained from Alfreds face. Matthew wrinkeled his brows in confusion. "Alfred? Aren't you excited? You get to see Arthur again!" he said, trying to cheer up his brother.
Alfred was torn. See the one he's always loved and possibly fight with him or stay home and pretty much regret not seeing them in person like he'd been wanting to do for ages. The american rested his head in his hands and Matthew hugged him, trying to cheer him up.
Um yeah. : D Here's the part from Alfred's POV. I hope you like it. And yes he is referring to m$terbation. I am a baaaad kid : D It gets worse, i promise D
Anyhoo~ I rather like the next chapter. I hope you all like it as well.
-runs off to type another chapter-