A/N: i'm sorry! my mom took my fanfiction notebook and so i have to try to remember this...oh pancakes. it might be a bit shorter then the other chapters.

i own nada

"Well, that's about the entire school." I announced, finishing up my responsibility as tour guide with Kirkland. He glanced around, and noticed the library behind us.

"May I go...?" He nodded towards the library. "Do we need permission?" I looked at one side of the library, then the next, until finally spotting the librarian, who was sleeping with her face in a book. Do we? I mean, she can sleep like that forever...nah. I thought.

"No we do not. Not right now, anyway." I checked the hallways. Nobody was watching; it was Study Hall. Only the librarian was in there. With another cautious glance around, I pulled him into the library with me. "We have an hour and a half before school's over, so we can hang in here." He nodded and smiled.

"So uh, what kinda books do ya like? I like reading superhero comics..." I asked awkwardly, scratching the back of my head. Kirkland shrugged.

"I enjoy science fiction and fantasy. Like Unicorns, and fairies." I almost laughed at the Unicorn thing, but when I looked at him, he was completely serious. So instead, I lead him to the fantasy section of the library. He looked overwhelmed at our collection of little girl Unicorn fairyland books, and he grabbed a stack of random Unicorn/dragon/whatever else he likes off the shelf and plopped down on the couch in the back.

I stared at him with a loving smile on my face, then decided to try and read Narnia like I had so many years ago, when I cared about real books instead of just comics. I walked over to Kirkland with The Magician's Nephew and leaned against the back of the couch.

"You know, I like to give everyone nicknames. I have a few for you already." He looked startled as he whipped around to face me. He cocked an eyebrow with questioning green eyes. I laughed at his expression. "What? Never had a nickname?" Kirkland shook his head. "I'll call you Captain Kirk or Uni." I told him, pleased with my creativity.

He did not look pleased.

"Just because I like Doctor Who does not mean I enjoy Star Trek. I do not. At all." Kirkland turned around, a little pissed off. He looked so...cute when he was pissed. He was such a turn on, and he had no idea. I smiled, thoroughly amused.

"Alright, Uni." I looked at him for approval. I could tell he was smiling, even with his back to me. He nodded, turning around with a content smile on his face.

"I can live with that."

I sighed. Looking at Kirkland never got old. Everything was so perfect, so unnaturally perfect, about him. He was reading some random book about Unicorn robots in tardises from the future(really, I had no clue what he was reading). Such a turn on. I really did love him... He turned to face me, and it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I was completely breathless...I ran my fingers through my hair and stared into his eyes.

"Alfred? Can you hear me? What time is it?" He asked when he finally got my attention with words instead of his face.

"What? Oh, it's four-thirty. Shit!" I cussed under my breath, and fell off the three foot high bookshelf I was laying on onto my back. "School's been over for half an hour!" I groaned as he helped me up. Then the bookshelf fell. "Shit!" I cursed again. Kirkland tried to stand up the bookshelf, but it was too heavy for him and he couldn't.

"Just let me get that." I told him. Brushing my pants off, I reached over with one hand, stood it up for him and put the books back on. He stared at me, then looked at me like Elizaveta does when she analyzes you: intense stare, tilted head, small smile.

"You...are stronger than you look..." He said absentmindedly with a little laugh while still staring at me. I ignored the odd behavior and grabbed his backpack and mine.

"I'll call Matthew. He and Francis can pick us up in Francis' mini van. Umm, yeah. I'll call them when we get outside." I glanced around the library for teachers, then grabbed Kirkland's cold hand and pulled him to the window. "I'll pick you up and you can crawl out through the window." He looked incredulous, but he nodded. I literally had to break off the lock and almost smash the window. Instead, I just took out the entire window and left it on the couch. "That can be for us to know and for them to find out..."

I put my large hands around Kirkland's slim waist and lifted him through. He squirmed a little, but let me hold his hand as he dropped down from the window sill to the ground. We were on the first floor, so it wasn't a far fall.

"Uni, are you okay?"I called to him.

"Yes, I'm fine...it's raining!" He was right; it was almost pouring. I shrugged, and hopped out the window to the wet ground, nearly slipping on contact. He caught my arm before I fell. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. Then he shivered, and I remembered it was raining.

"Come on, let's find somewhere dry so our backpacks don't get wet!" Laughter bubbled up in my throat, so I opened my mouth and let it all out. I heard quiet, musical, laughter behind me as we ran to the bus stop on the corner. Upon our arrival there, we sat down next to each other, still laughing a bit. Kirkland shivered again and moved closer to me for warmth. I felt my face heat up, but he stayed as cold as before. I looked at him, then pulled my American flag hoodie out of my backpack and handed it to him wordlessly. I didn't trust my voice to be steady enough.

Kirkland looked at the sweatshirt, and then looked at me. I turned so he wouldn't see my bright red face, which Feliciano would've called a tomato. I felt him take it from my hand and murmur a thanks. "Y-your welcome." I said quietly. When I was sure I was only a shade of pink instead of a tomato, I turned around to see the cutest thing in the world. My hoodie was huge on Kirkland, so half of his face was hidden by the hood and it went down to his mid-thigh. His hands had disappeared, and all there was was long sleeves. He pushed back the hood a little, and it revealed slightly messier hair. I covered my mouth so as to muffle my squeal.

"It's really big on me, but it's so warm..." He seemed startled by my act of kindness.

"You look...younger." I told him awkwardly, uncovering my mouth.

"I feel younger. Why don't you call Matthew now?" I nodded, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I pressed speed dial, and in less then a minute I was on the phone with Matthew.

"Hey Alfie! Where are you? I was so worried!"

"I'm at school with Kirkland. We got carried away in the library, and we need you to pick us up. I'm not walking in the rain."

I heard muffled laughter. Francis' laughter. I realized my sentence did sound odd, and blushed. "Mattie, take me off speakerphone. Please."

"So is Raw Sexiness a good kisser?" More laughter.

"SHUT UP! Just...just come pick us up. We're at the bus stop on the corner."

"Are you sure you want us to pick you up yet?"

"Of course! I'm cold. Uni is cold. Pick us up."

"...Who's Uni?"

I hung up, and sighed. Kirkland looked at me and laughed. "You should've seen your face when you said 'take me off speakerphone'." I smiled softly and put my arm on the back of the bench absentmindedly, and Kirkland snuggled closer to me for warmth. Since that was totally unexpected, I just sat there till Mattie arrived to pick us up with Francis. He honked the horn and Francis whistled. I almost put up my middle finger, but I thought better of it. Instead, I gently shook Kirkland so that he woke up from his half sleep and picked up our backpacks. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, and I led him to the car.

Opening up the car door, he climbed in and took his backpack from me. Once I was in and shut the door, Mattie started to drive away and Francis turned around in the front seat to talk to me.

"Sooo...is Arthur 'Uni'?" I nodded slightly. "That's cute." I nodded again. "Why aren't you talking to me? You talk all the time." I shrugged, and glanced at Kirkland. He had nodded off, wrapped in my hoodie. Again, I shook him awake to ask where he lived. "Ireland avenue." is what he told me, so we dropped him off on the corner. He waved as we drove away, and I waved back with a smile on my face, as if he was my favorite person in the school, or even the entire city. He practically was.

A/N: well, there you have it, chapter three. sorry it took a while to post it.

Oh. yeah, if you don't like my stories, please don't read them.

~ pancake-chan