AUTHOR: corey5268
4th of September, 2014
Matthew Williams loved his older brother, he really did. He appreciated Alfred taking him in after their parents died, despite being fresh out of college and in the middle of his first teaching job. Matthew knew that his brother would die for him, and he knew that he'd do the same, but damn, having him as a teacher could be uncomfortable.
Matthew knew what he was getting into when he signed up for Humanities. He knew that it was the only class in the school taught by two teachers at the same time. He knew that the other teacher was his brother's best friend, Arthur Kirkland. Arthur was over their house all the time. He's seen how they act around each other. He's heard the rumors. He just never thought it would be this bad.
The room was dark when he walked into his fourth period Humanities class. Arthur had his back turned, apparently editing the powerpoint that was projected onto the board. Alfred, on the other hand, was spinning around in a chair in the front of the room, concentrating deeply on a piece of chalk that was in his hand. Matthew took his seat in the third row, and waited for his brother to stop spinning.
"Hello, Matthew." Arthur said, eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Good morning, Arthur."
"Ah!" Alfred rose from his chair, and started writing on the board. "Hey, Mattie! You cool with Indian food for dinner tonight?" Interestingly enough, all Alfred wrote on the board was 'May 25.'
"Sounds good." The doorknob clicked twice, and another student walked in the room.
"What do you want, Arthur?" Arthur 'hmmm'ed and turned away from the powerpoint.
"Butter chicken?"
"You can't get butter chicken. I want butter chicken!" Arthur tried to hide his grin.
"And why can't we both have butter chicken?" A few more students took their seats.
"Because!"
"Because you're an insufferable glutton who always steals part of my meal?" Arthur gave up on hiding his grin.
"Exactly!" Alfred laughed. "Don't pretend that you don't steal mine too. If you got butter chicken, you'd ruin the sanctity of food-stealing." Arthur snickered.
"Whatever you say, love." He said. "I'll get chicken tikka masala."
"Thanks, sweetheart. Knew you'd see it my way." The terms of endearment had come into use a few weeks ago. A girl in the front row had informed the teachers that they tended to act like they're married, so they decided to prove her right. Matthew had learned, over those few weeks, that the reappearance of the pet names usually meant danger.
