…I love you guys. You should've seen my face when I realised I had 7 reviews. :D And I have motivation for writing this story, now! ^^ So I won't be quitting halfway through, I intend to get this finished.

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Upon opening the door, a reflex surged through Alfred's body the way it would if he had touched a hot plate or been jabbed with a needle.

He recoiled.

In fact, he recoiled so much he involuntarily smacked his head off the doorframe on his way back into the main room as he slammed the door closed, blocking out the horrifying vision and the mirth-filled laughter that had come with it.

Arthur Kirkland.

Naked.

When Alfred had stopped shaking at the mere thought of the punk's horrible, disgusting body, he began to wonder if all of those feelings were just himself trying to cloak the fact that Arthur Kirkland had a chest to absolutely die for and that every inch of him was flawlessly white skin inked in certain areas with vivid tattoos, all of which dripping with slightly steaming water from the shower…

NO, NO, NO!

Alfred mentally screamed at himself to calm down as he foraged underneath his bed for some magazines full of girls that Francis had given him. He quickly slid it inside a large Biology textbook and began to read, hoping to get his body to start reacting naturally for a change. He wasn't gay, dammit! And at the end of the day, Arthur was just another guy, he'd totally understand that it was all a mistake that he walked in on him like that. A total misunderstanding.

Then he realized that they were both guys, and that sort of reaction made his situation look even worse.

Oh god…

The door opened again and Arthur walked out, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and another one drying his hair. The asshole was still laughing at him.

"What's the matter, gay boy? Never seen a naked body before?" he sneered, walking over, those god-amazing abs on full display.

"G-Get lost, idiot, what the hell are you doing? Why didn't you lock the door?" Alfred yelled, scrambling back across his bed. Arthur snickered and sat on his own.

"I wouldn't think it was that much of a problem. I didn't expect that sort of reaction," he chuckled, towel-drying his hair. He looked over again and smirked. "And I think you've got a little problem downstairs."

Alfred flushed angrily as he slammed the textbook down and ran into the bathroom to sort himself out, making sure to lock the door this time.

…

By the time Alfred had come out (he needed a little longer to compose himself), Arthur was lying down on his bed with the towel flat over his legs, his hair loose and dry. Without a speck of gel in it, his hair fluttered in a choppy style over part of his face and looked almost natural despite the incredulous colours in it. Also, with his face free of piercings, he looked almost… cute.

NO, ALFRED, HE DOESN'T, NO, NO.

Alfred groaned inwardly and sat back on his own bed, teeth bared to endure whatever snide comments the punk threw at him.

"Heh… should've seen that blush on your face, gay boy," said Arthur, grinning as he replaced his piercings. "I didn't think straight guys our age acted like such shy virgins."

Alfred kept in his uncomfortable feelings as he spat back, "You say I'm gay. You're the one who left the door unlocked!"

"Hmph. I'm not gay," said the punk. Alfred smirked.

"Riiiight."

Arthur smiled. "I'm bi, actually."

"Exa-W-What?"

The punk snickered a little and lay out flat. "I can't deny I've slept with both teams…"

Alfred was lost for words. He was not expecting that…

"What's the matter, eh? Never slept with a woman?" He grinned as he added, "Or a man?"

Alfred stiffened his back. "Neither. I've had no reason to."

Arthur, needless to say, burst out into hysterical laughter.

"What," hissed Alfred.

"H-How old are you?" choked out Arthur between laughs.

"Nineteen," he responded, keeping his voice level and laced with menace.

"And…" He snickered. "You're still a virgin?"

Alfred glared. "It's better than being a whore."

Arthur just laughed again. "It's not really, though, is it? At least I've slept with another human being."

"Pff. How many?" asked Alfred, eyebrow raised.

The punk gave him another of those grins. "Want the list from this week, mate?"

Alfred laughed and earned himself a disbelieving stare from Arthur.

"What's hilarious, gay boy?"

Alfred smirked and glared at him. "Whore."

"My name is Arthur," the punk growled.

"Sure, whatever. You're still a whore."

Arthur ignored him and began to dress, to which Alfred hastily averted his gaze. When he looked back, Arthur was dressed in a tight leather jacket, even tighter jeans studded with pins and chains, and a shirt displaying the Union Jack.

"You're leaving early," Alfred commented. He laughed a bit. "And are those girl's jeans?"

Arthur shot him an annoyed look. "I need to get there early to set up. And what the hell would you know about girls? I mean, you'll never touch one in your life, gay boy."

That was it for Alfred.

"I'M NOT FUCKING GAY!" he yelled, storming over and grabbing Arthur by his shirt, snarling, feeling rather victorious inside at the shocked expression on the punk's face. Unfortunately, his moment of glory was short-lived, as Arthur drew a knife from his pocket and held it at Alfred's neck, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't mess with me. Savvy?" he growled. Alfred's eyes widened and he backed away, not before Arthur had strongly kicked him in his vital regions.

Keeling over, Alfred glared up at the punk. How the hell did he ever think this guy was cute? He was just a punk. Nothing more. A filthy, dirty, evil punk.

"Have fun being alone tonight, gay boy.~" Arthur sneered, turning to leave, picking up his guitar bag.

"At least I don't have to sleep around to feel loved," spat Alfred.

He could've sworn he saw a change in Arthur's posture for a second, his acidic green eyes widening for less than a moment, before he gritted his teeth and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Alfred grinned despite the pain, knowing he'd finally touched a nerve.

There was a miserable sigh from the other side of the door.

Alfred assumed it was somebody else.

This chapter seems a little bland to me… D: The next one will be better, I promise! And a few rather important things have happened in this chapter.~