A/N: Again so much mistakes. I feel like I need a beta but too shy to ask anyone ;w; A-Anyways, enjoy.
"W-Why?"
Arthur felt stuttered out his word asking this. He had tried to hold his temper and rather, he was confused and infuriated at the moment. Though, lashing out on Alfred right now would do nothing. For all his time spent time in his life tease and mocked at, he was used to this kind of treatment towards him. It may cause even more trouble. It was just this time that he did not expect for sudden action done by the other.
Alfred on the other hand turned to look at Arthur who was quite surprise seeing as the other was glaring at him. He blinked in a childish manner and his usual smile came back. Was it just Arthur's imagination seeing that dark expression from earlier?
"'Why' what?" Alfred repeated the question back not knowing what the Briton had meant.
"Don't dare just act so innocent you bloody prat," Arthur hissed out.
He was not intending to shout but from how Alfred was acting he could not help but swear upon his own words. Arthur was not sure if Alfred was just intending to make fun of him or not, he was not even sure of what he wanted since he had been avoiding his previous questions.
Alfred just chuckled and winked, he place his hand on the bench for support.
Arthur was definitely not sure where this is heading, but as far as he knew it doesn't end well as he hoped it would be. Moments later he noticed Alfred scooted over walking in front of him. Arthur felt frozen in place; he was not intending to run like he was before when he was younger. It was not about winning or losing, he needed reasons and by this, he did not deserve this type of treatment.
Few feet away are the distance between the two. Looking up, Alfred was surely taller than him at which Arthur suddenly noticed between their heights. Arthur waited for the answer knowing the other was looking at him the same. From then, he wondered what Alfred would do to him. Was he a bully pretending to be a good guy?
"I saved you!" Alfred beamed a smile.
What?
"You could have gotten food poisoning or something ya know." Alfred continued and gestured pointing a thumb on himself, "good thing I was here as the Hero to prevent you from eating furthermore of that thing. You should check the label of expiration next time." Alfred said as he pointed at Arthur's plastic food container.
"You doofus!" Arthur growled and glared at Alfred. "It was fine as it had been!"
"It was black and rotten."
"I just made it yesterday and that's how it supposed to look like. Besides, you stepped on it!"
"There was a bug!"
"What kind of pathetic excuse is that?"
"I'm telling the truth," Alfred said in a sincere tone. "You're the one that told me to be honest!"
Pardon?
Arthur's expression lightened up changed to a sudden bewildered expression on his face. He huffed a bit for shouting back without a pause back there and his cheeks were red. He had never shouted like this for a long time. Recalling what Alfred had said, it was not making sense. What was he saying? He was pretty sure- no, he was definite that he has not told that to anyone before. But before he could say a word, the bell rung at which Arthur took the opportunity to leave pushing Alfred, who was in front of him, aside to get his bag; rushed and put everything in.
At that moment Arthur noticed Alfred had not said a word or anything afterwards. Was he expecting a reply or for Arthur to say anything? The Briton was sure not to say anything, not even looking back at the other student. Soon, he left rushing to get out. He saw a glimpse of the food which he had made was flatly against the ground on the way to the exit out of the garden.
Arthur's pace soon slowed down without even noticing it. He looked back making sure he was not followed. His thoughts swayed of the earlier scene happened. Why was Alfred there? What did he want? Could it be that he thought he would tell everybody about it? Absurd and he would not be using such thing. Even if he does, no one would believe him. Why would they? He was the new lonely student who doesn't have any friends.
Will he be another one of the target for bullying again? He had always isolated himself and yet it keeps coming back no matter how many times he hides it. Each and every time it happened, it was getting all too much and to think he thought he would finally get some peace, it came back. He didn't want t
"You're early today!" Alice blurted out surprised as she turned to look at her twin from the couch. She was lounging in the living room while watching a romance-drama television series on the telly. It was shocking usually her brother would always get home late after doing his volunteer work in the library.
Arthur just came in closing the door and sighed, nodding in response though a bit tense. He started to remove his shoes placing them on the shoe rack next to the door.
"I wasn't feeling that well so the librarian told me to go home soon." It was not a lie, but it was the truth as because of the incident earlier. What if Alfred was waiting for him, being mock and tease, or perhaps another else. He wanted to avoid as possible and did to forget about it. Arthur shook his head off about it; he was at home now and nothing to worry for.
Placing the jacket on the hook rail, Arthur looked back to his sister whose attention was back on the telly. "Aren't you supposed to be in a trip?" Arthur asked.
"Cancelled," Alice replied yawning. "Only had a sleepover there last night and was supposed to leave this morning but ...well, something happened..."
The kitchen was not far from the living and Arthur headed to the kitchen carrying the Tupperware food he left unfinished. "Car broke?" Arthur guessed.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're a psychic," Alice said out loud. Arthur faintly heard it from the kitchen.
Alice then started squealing and commenting about the show she was watching. Arthur then closed the door hoping not to hear it. He looked back at the plate filled with the food from the food container if ever someone does want to eat it them at least. He placed them on the counter. Then afterwards, from the corner he saw a tail wagging and peek over from one of the high chair seeing Crumpets had took a nap there. Gave a slight pat on the cat's head and walked over to the note board checking if his parents had left a note. They did.
Arthur took the first one. He instantly recognised the cursive handwriting of his mother. The note says: 'Arthur I received a text from your sister awhile ago and seems you two will be spending dinner without us. Your father will be out too. I'm doing an extra shift so I'll be going home late. Don't cook, there is already a meal prepared for you in the refrigerator just reheat it hoping it's enough for the two of you. Also don't forget Crumpets' meal just like you did the last time. Make sure to close and lock the door. I'll be sure to call when I can. Love you and take care! –mom
Arthur smiled seeing it and put the note back. Every time his mother leaves a note there is always the quote there: 'don't cook', almost each and every time. It was not if he was the only who don't know how to cook well; he was not bad as he had thought he is. This just discourages him bit thinking back of the food he had brought earlier. Gosh- the thought of it kept coming back.
Emerald eyes looked over the note next to his mum's and took it. It was much shorter message and presumed already that it was his dad's note. It says: 'Going in a company dinner night, I'll be late I don't know until what time. Prepare my tea before you get to bed. Your mum had told me to write here for you not to cook if you haven't or forgotten to read hers. Be careful you two and don't stay up late.'
It really was short compare to their mum but with same message given. Both are working hard for their education had already raised and still are on four children. His mother work in a pharmacy while his father is in a company forgotten at what position, both have decent jobs and they were happy on it. They were great parents and Arthur did not want to disappoint them so strived hard not to stress them out and work on his studies.
He then walked out of the kitchen to tell Alice if she have read them. Arthur was at the door and saw his twin still fixed on the telly. "Alice, did you read mum and dad's note?"
"I can't hear you!" It was obvious now when Arthur opened the door, the volume increased louder. She's on the channel with all the music and she tried to sing with the rhythm. Not that Arthur did not want to hear it, just doesn't like the sound of how Alice sings it in a high pitch.
The sandy blond took the remote on the table and decreased the volume. Alice then stopped singing and pouted looking up at Arthur. Both looked at each other and she then grabbed the remote away from Arthur. She hugged the cushion.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Did you read mum and dad's note?" Arthur repeated his question.
Alice nodded. "Mum called earlier and told me anyway."
"I see-"
"Oh speaking of phone calls!" Alice remembered and her eyes seemed to glint. "Why did you lie for not having a friend?" she stood up smirking poking Arthur on the cheek.
Arthur raised an eyebrow confused at what his twin meant. "What are you talking about?"
Alice huffed. "There's a guy who called saying he's a friend of yours asking if you're alright," she started. "Then I told him you were still in school and I just remembered now about it."
'Who could that be?' Arthur thought looked at his sister asking: "What's his name?"
Alice sat back on the couch and looked for the remote where she had left it off. "Well I think he said, hmm let me think. Oh-"she then found it, "-Alfred he said his name was."
Arthur stood there shock with a frown on his face. 'Alfred...?'
"He said he'll call again later. Instead, as a great twin sister I am, I gave him your phone number" Alice said proudly and sat comfortably as she turned the volume up. Though for Arthur, he felt as if his world upside down. Even the volume now was audible, he couldn't hear a thing just his heartbeat.
His phone in his pocket then started to vibrate.
A/N: So much cliffhangers ;w; Sorry though I'll try my best. Please do give me ideas or any possibilities for the plot that I may include and stuffs *huggles to you all*
I don't want to make Arthur weak here and for Alfred's behaviour may still be left unanswered owo... yes I do write slow and the plot slow
