Admin: I'm sorry if the last chapter was a bit horrible. Thought it did take me a few days to make...Anyways i-i'm trying my best and all. I'm still building up the plot.I think some of you guys know where this is going, just because of that i'm changing it up a little to something you would and wouldn't expect. Just puttin' that out their, since I've always adored plots where the expected happens and then the unexpected happen. Anyways here's the new chapter I'll try to make these more detailed, and liner so you can have more to read on while you're bored or have free away~
Previously on Blooming of Love"I'm looking forward to it sir." And with that the elder was off in his luxury car. Adjusting himself in his seat, he could hear the odd sounds of the leather moving against itself. Letting out a silent 'ah' sound he laid back remembering the young man he had just met. His familiar bushy eyes brows frowned along with his brown eyes narrowed on his injury, how was he suppose to work? Yet again he let out another groan of pain echoed through out the car without a care. He then opened his mouth slowly to talk to his driver. "Mister Smith please tell my son that we will be having an important dinner with a good friend of mine next week on Thursday at five o' clock. Also have a doctors appointment at the ready for my ankle as soon as possible."
"Yes Master Kirkland." The driver said.
POV: Old man Kirkland
The pain in my leg was excruciating and endless. It felt as if someone had gotten a hammer and beat my ankle with it several times non-stop. The driver tried to make the ride go as smoothly as he could, still there was no way of avoiding the occasional pot hole. As I sit there eyes closed in agony, I gripped the strap on the car's roof to steady myself a bit. My ankle now onto the full length of my seat in the car.
Only a few more minutes. I thought to myself then I would be at home, get into my sleep ware, and wait until the home doctor would come check it was only a few minuted the pain only made it seem like hours of enduring,however I some how managed to make it in my old age and condition. The driver pulled up to my house the wheels now gliding on the ground because of the smooth concrete thank goodness I had them installed. My house was just like any billionaire's house. It was a large house eighteen bed rooms and ten bathrooms.
The outside was beautifully decorated with flowers from the tropics and statue's from Greek myth's. There was three small steps to lead up to a rather large door with glass and intricate designs on it. Besides the matter of the weather some maids and butler waited there to greet me upon my arrival. My driver then got out of his seat to circulate the car to open my door.
Holding my hands out I waited for him to lift my weight from the seat. It took a while for I was a bit on the heavy side but that was only because of my ankle, I was positive. Rising to my feet I pressed most of my weight on my right letting my injured left ankle dangle a bit.
I then leaned over to the driver, "Has my son returned?" I asked him in a bit of a groggy voice.
"Yes sir, he is in the living room waiting on your is also reviewing résumés for the lawyers position."
"Well tell him I would like to have a chat with him in my room in private."
"Yes sir." The driver said in an obeying tone of voice which was much to my liking.
As the maids opened the doors to my mansion I could see the beautifully decorated area. The floor was made of pure white marble with hints of gold lining the boarders of them. The chandeliers on the top of the roofs gleamed beautifully as they should, only to make the snow white marble floor eve more beautiful than it was by there was the furniture.
Oh the furniture was all antique, everything came from our home country of England during the Medieval times and Resistance wallpaper on the walls was a simple peach color with gold running through them all the same. As I walked with the help of my driver I quietly passed my son in the living room.
The only sounds that were to be heard was my foot steps and the foot steps of the servants. Going up the stairs had to be the worst experience of my life. With each hop I would accidentally hit my poor foot to only hurt my ankle. You could not imaging the pain I was in.
When that whole madness was over my butlers dressed me and laid me in my silk king sized bed. I then leaned back on my goose feathered pillow and gazed at the walls once more. This time instead of plain old peach and gold wallpaper, the wallpaper had baby angels playing with each other in harmony.
Whoever the artist was did one hell of a job. I admired every single angel up there. The craftsmanship was spot on how could you even think of looking away.
But then this was all stopped as I heard a knock come from my door. Automatically I knew who it was since I was the one who was expecting company.
"Ah yes Arthur please come in.I need to talk to you about something."
Letting my son sink in what I just told him he entered the room with a serious expression as usual, for years I have not seen him smile. For years he hasn't laughed or make merry. I don't know what I could do. Despite that all he was an excellent president of the company, and he was my son after all so I love him to no end.
"Arthur why don't you smile?"
I asked as I watched him sit his bottom onto an old wooden rocking chair that use to belong to his mother, and he would be rocked in it everyday, by now I would assume and know for a fact that he was attached to the chair.
"If that's why you called me here father, I am much too busy for this."He said sternly sounding a bit annoyed.
"No, no not in the slightest bit. Arthur your search is over. I have found a new person to work in the new lawyer's position, he is outstandingly smart and is a double major. He also has a pleasant personality and is rather accepting you know already you will be meeting him next week. I expect you to be very welcoming and after dinner show him around the company a bit."
"As you wish, oh and father how is your ankle?The maids told me and a grew on earth did you hurt it anyways?" He asked as you could hear the raise in the volume of his voice.
"All will be explained in due time. Now go back to what you were doing.I need to rest."
"Yes father." And like that he left to his usual routine without me.
POV: Alfred
*~two days later~*
-Writes in diary-
Dear Diary,
After the incident with the grandpa guy I felt some what better about myself.I found myself always being alert to my surroundings and making sure that others were I guess I can check hero off my list of things to make my mommy and daddy proud of I have been hanging out with Matthew too, I can remember now why I liked him back then. I might even have developed a crush on him again.
But getting a job is more important to me then getting into a know now that I write about it -insert internal laugh here- using a diary sounds now on i'm calling this my totally awesome hero log!Well anyways I have to stop my entry for today come back later.
When I was done writing down my thought onto my paper I decided I would read the mail now that I was in the zone.
Walking out of my small apartment kicking the pieces of trash out of my way, I made my way down stairs to my mail box. Since I lived on the second floor it wasn't that much of a fuss to get up and down to get the mail.
I'm just lucky like that I guess. Anyways as I approached the wall with small boxes that had a apartment number on it I scanned the wall to find my number,1777.
Finally stumbling upon it I took the small key from my pocket and placed the key into the key a small twist I tugged the key to open the small containment unit for my mail. It was hollow practically nothing was in there, not even bills. Closing the small box and locking it once again I walked until I saw something fall from another persons mail box.
Like the heroic person I was, I was going to pick it up and give it to the owner. I started to walk towards the letter,stopped in front of it and bent down to pick it up. I then looked at the address to see who it was it was for ME!
It must have been a screw up with the mail , I thought as I proceeded to make my way back up to my apartment. Using my leg I kicked the door open reading the letter, my cat meowed scared and ran away with its tail all puffy. The letter read:
Dear Alfred F. Jones,
I am pleased to tell you, that would like your company once more. I have arranged a dinner for us and my son Thursday at five o' clock PM at the Swan Lake restaurant. I will treat of course and along with that I have a little surprise for you. Until then good day to you.
From,
The old man you saved at the coffee shop.
For a moment I didn't say anything, the next I started to wonder who on earth did I just save?
I knew he had an expensive care and a driver, lots of people have that right? A-and his clothes didn't look like someone who is insanely rich. Trying to rid myself of over thinking the situation I shook my head and slapped my face two times to forget it.
Now that I thought about it, the letter mentioned a five star restaurant. There was nothing wrong with it really, I've always wanted to go there maybe on a date out with a guy or girl, but I never had enough money. Here is my grand opportunity to have what I always wanted and i'm not letting it go. All of the sudden an urgent realization came to me, I don't know how to act in a fancy please like that. Panicking I did the first thing that came into mind at the only thing that really mattered.
Calling my best friend and complaining to him so he can find a solution. Dropping the letter in my hands I looked around to find the small cellular device. Not being able to see it in plain sight I started to attack the piles of candy wrappers to find it. Still no luck, so I decided to look inside the couch, removing the couch cushion still it was no where to be seen.
I stood up and thought to myself, where is the stupidest place I would put something. Then it came to me, as the imaginary light bulb clicked in my head I rushed into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.
I then grabbed the band-aid box and then opened it. Success! I have found my phone!Why the hell was it in the band-aid box anyways? Never mind that I need to call Mattie.
I thought in my head as my fingers started to dial Matthew's number. Putting the the phone up to my ear I listened for the other to pick up. Two rings no answer...seven still no answer... as it came to the tenth ring I heard a muffled sound on the other end. Yes, he answered!
"Mattie Mattie I need your help!" I said in a shaky tone of voice into the phone.
"A-Alfred what happened!?A-Are you hurt?W-where are you!?I-i'll help you as soon as possible!" He said in his some what whisper, high voice of concern.
"I-I need you to teach me how to be fancy dude!Can you help me?"
"W-what?" Matthew said in disbelief as you can practically see his eyes widen without even seeing him.
"Can you?" I asked another time since I didn't get a correct response.
"A-Alfred you scared me half to death.M-maple r-really? B-but Y-yeah I can help you. I'll do anything for you."
"Thanks Mattie you're the best dude. Um can we start the training now I got like...six days to learn all of this stuff and this can give us a chance to hang out more!"
"Sounds great, meet me at my house at twelve o'clock. I'll teach you your first lesson there.I-i'll text you the address."
"Yes that will be awesome I'll come right over at that time exactly don't you worry about it dude!I'm the hero so I can't keep people waiting too long."
"Y-yeah you are Al. Um why are you asking this all of the sudden. I-it's just not like you to want to learn how to be fancy."
"O-oh yeah, you know that old guy I saved? Well the dude turned out to be some rich guy. He's taking me to a five star restaurant to eat with his also says he has a surprise for me!Isn't that awesome!?Things are staring to look up."
"It sure is, w-well see you later."
"Bye Mattie."
"Bye Al." After my little chat with Matthew I started to work on applying to other jobs so I can be more well off for now. Lucky me as usual I got a job at a restaurant as a I can now practice being fancy while on the job, and watch people who are pro at it.
POV: Matthew
When Alfred hung up, I closed my phone and started to nibble on my rubber case around my phone. It was very soothing for me and it was better than biting my lip and hurting myself. The dinner he was about to have didn't sound right to me. First he saves an old man as a good jester, now he has a dinner with him and his son, this is like some type of crazy drama right?
Man I-I hope that this old guy isn't going to make Alfred marry his son. Or worse maybe his son will take Alfred from me. W-wait what am I thinking? T-this is real life, no way i-it's not going to turn out like that.
Alfred will marry me, and we will have kids, and we will always make each other smile. I should be looking on real all I just indirectly made myself a date with Alfred. I must sure it goes well as I teach him how to be fancy ,but still it will be just me and him. And who knows maybe he'll love me even more. Oh maple!I can't hold in my excitement!
O-oh yeah I have to clean before he comes. Looking around the only thing all around that was maple syrup bottles. Quickly I ran across the room to collect bottles and put them in than that I really didn't have a problem with anything else, I make it a point to keep my apartment clean. Right after cleaning I had to make sure I of all people looked presentable.
I went to take a shower to cleanse myself of a hard days work, and picked out a suit to wear. If Alfred ever asked why I was wearing it, I could just say that it's visual finished all that was left I thought I would prepare some food and table. That wouldn't take so long I thought but as I got to cooking it turned out to take longer than expected.
POV: Third person
Seeing that the dawn turned into twilight Alfred started to make his way to Matthew's apartment. Walking through the streets alone freezing, he searched for his life long friend. Like anyone else would Alfred forgot the address, so he took out his phone to look at the text with the other's address on it. Soon enough he was right back on track with no problems.
Not too long after Alfred came across a giant apartment complex that was about twelve floors inside the place seemed to be very classy, Alfred thought back to his dump he called a place and thought this would never compare. The lobby was filled with people who looked somewhat above middle class, there was a chandler from the ceiling and bright lights everywhere.
Across the lobby was the hotel's elevators, the sterling silver doors would open to reveal even more silver metal on the inside. Walking into the elevator at a moderate pace his head circled his surroundings taking in every inch as he can.
Though Alfred would never pay attention to anything when he took interest in them he was like a small puppy exploring his new home. Pressing the number eight Alfred was off, the elevator made it seem as if gravity was going against him and he could float. In Alfred's opinion it was the best feeling ever that's why he loved going into the elevators, as it opened Alfred placed his hands into his pocket and started to make his way to apartment 812.
His feet now being dragged on the carpet's floor made no sounds the hallways were empty seeming was creepy in all as you walked any given moment it seemed like a ghost would try to scare taking any chances Alfred started to speed walk until he started to run to Matthew's door. Finally finding his door Alfred banged on the door repeatedly as he every so often looked back.
Shaking he hoped that nothing would touch him that nothing would grab him.
"MATTIE!MATTIE!H-HURRY UP I'M S-SCARED!I FEEL LIKE S-SOMEONE IS WATCHING M-ME!MATTIE!" Alfred said in a shaken voice, as he advanced closer to the door to where his whole body was on the length of the door.
Closing his eyes and pressing his ear against the door he listened for any signs of living life on the inside of the moments he could hear movements of the chain and locks on the door click and shuffle to open. Sighing in relief Alfred stood waiting for the door to open.
"H-hurry I think it's coming to get me!" Alfred said as he opened his eyes some what to see if anything was coming again.
At the same time Matthew had opened the door only to have Alfred fall on top of him hugging his torso tightly as he shacked in fear.
"T-thank god!I thought I-I was going to die!" Alfred said still hanging onto the other for dear life.
Surprised Matthew blushed feeling bewildered once again, as his face grew hotter he brought his upper half up by leaning against his arm. He then started to rub the honey blonde's hair softly as he giggled.
"G-gee Al.I-I see your fear of scary things still hasn't changed huh?"
"S-say that again and I'm gonna kill y-you.."
"O-okay,w-why don't you get up so we can get started eh?"
"O-oh r-right sorry dude.I-I guess i-it's just a habit to cling to people..." Alfred said sheepishly as he got off of the other.
"Follow m-me and we'll get started."Following Matthew Alfred noticed he was wearing a suit. Why is he wearing a suit?It's just a practice, why do you need to wear a suit?
"Um Mattie why are you wearing a suit dude?This is like a practice and teaching?You don't need to dress up."
I knew it. "Oh, i-it's just so you get use to the scenery, they will be wearing suits, so might as well get use to it right?"
"I guess you're right dude!Ha ha so umm where do we start?I kind of already feel like I'm failing because of what happened earlier and how this whole place looks."
"T-that's okay, it's just a practice right. You can wear one the next time we practice okay."
"Thanks for understanding really are my best friend."
"Y-yeah best friend..." So you still think of me as a friend huh?W-well i'm sure it'll take sometime to get out of the friend zone.I was always taught love wasn't easy that it was an extravagant challenge. "A-anyways please have a seat Alfred. I'll take out the food and we will begin our lessons."
"Sure thing dude. I-I mean Matthew." Taking his seat Alfred now being very alert started to yet again observe his surroundings. The place had nice furniture, with occasional pictures of polar bears and maple leaves every where.
To his right were the doors to the kitchen which he could not see very his left was a dark hallway where he assumed the bedroom and bathroom were. The table he was sitting at had a white table cover on it with shiny silverware on it, a plate, and some condiments to eat it the food with.
Matthew arrived moments later with a turkey in his hands, only to get sucked back into the kitchen to pull out some pasta. The food looked to good, the smell hugged Alfred's nose as it stared him in the eyes.
The presentation of the food was perfect, it looked like a professional chef worked on it. Alfred's mouth started to water just by staring at the dishes in front of him. Matthew then took a seat in front of Alfred and picked up the napkin to his right.
"Lesson number one, how to act when at a dinner table. Before eating you must place a napkin on your lap to prevent your clothes from becoming and easy, you try." Matthew said as he placed his own napkin on his lap.
Watching closely Alfred mimicked the Canadians actions making sure he did everything perfectly. Now he could check off step one off of his list of things to do.
"W-wonderful, n-now let me see how you eat so I can tell you what you need to improve on." Alfred didn't have to hear that twice, in a flash Alfred reached over to grab the pasta before his hand was slapped away.
" You have to ask f-for things you can't just reach over Al."
"O-oh yeah sorry.I-I guess eating at burger joints you don't really need manners.S-sorry can you pass the pasta please?"
"Oui."Matthew said in his French tongue when he handed the pasta over to the sapphire eyes man. Happily Alfred took it and started to serve himself an appropriate portion.
Next was the turkey, before he could act Matthew started to serve it to Alfred himself. Giving the other a soft smile he waited for him to be done. After that he poured the other apple cider since he was aware the other cannot handle wine.
Now serving himself Matthew hummed a simple lullaby once he was done he grabbed his knife and started to cut his turkey into small pieces. Looking up he could see Alfred shoving all the food into his mouth. Sighing a bit disappointed of how unromantic it was he decided he should say something.I have my work cut out for me don't I? "A-Alfie you have to eat slower and with your moth closed."
"O-oh yeah shmuuurrr." He said wit his mouth full of turkey and pasta. Bringing his palm to his face Matthew sighed once more a spoke up to the other countless times.
Each and every time was for a different, or the same reasons. As the days turned into hours, and hours into days it showed very little signs of was now the day before the dinner and Alfred was starting to feel the pressure grow on him.
Pacing around in Matthew's apartment worried he recapped on everything he learned. He went on and on nonstop to learn how to eat right, how to dress right, stand, sit, talk, etc. There was no way he could screw this up.
Stooping in the middle of the room he strolled towards Matthew before looking down at his sitting friend. With sad pleading eyes Alfred gave him a signature puppy dog eye plea. Upon gazing into his eyes nothing could cause Matthew to look away.
The color of his eyes were too bright,innocent, cute, and sad how could you not look at them. As Alfred's lip started to quiver it added to his up more Matthew gave the other a thoughtful smile and patted the seat next to him. Like a dog obeying his master Alfred sat next to his Canadian friend.
"A-Al you'll do you need any help I'll be there for you.I'm a chef at that restaurant so I can keep an eye and give you advice."
"S-so that's why you could make all that delicious food!?" Alfred asked in shock.
"Oui, ha ha I thought it was pretty obvious I was a chef b-but I guess not."
"Well that's just this is just awesome what are the chances of you working at the place!?Cool, now I know I won't blow this. Oh Mattie what will I do without you?"
*~Time skip~*
Waking up in the evening Alfred opened his eyes lazily staring at the Canadian next to had slept over the previous day so they could both go to the restaurant had stayed up late the previous night o prepare Alfred one last time.
Using his arms to lift his upper half off the floor he looked to both his sides trying to find the bathroom. Locating his destination it was now his mission to reach it without bumping into anything or disturbing his friend.
Weaseling his way out of the sleeping bag he was resigning in he stood on tall on his into the semi-dark hallway he placed his hand on the wall to support him since he was feeling a bit dizzy from getting up too quickly. Giving himself a second to regain his sight and usual posture he stayed on the wall helplessly. Once he felt he was ready he found the door knob to open to the bathroom.
Stumbling inside he went to take care of his business first of after he started the shower up and started to remove all his clothes, then he put his hand to the water to check if it was okay. Evaluating that it was alright he stepped inside having his whole body engulfed by the warm warm temperature started to loosen up Alfred's muscles as he started to cleanse himself of his drool.
Alongside him cleaning his body he brushed his teeth and prepared his hair to look perfect. It was slicked back the best it could with his stubborn piece of hair sticking out. Knowing the consequences of touching the hair he didn't even bother to fix. Exiting the bathroom he came back to a fully clothed chef in front of him, automatically recognizing him Alfred smiled.
"We got one more hour until the dinner and your should we do?"
"Relax you deserve it for once after working so hard these past few days."
"Yeah!You don't have to tell me twice!" Alfred yelled as he jumped onto the couch only to turn on the TV and lay there.
*~Skippy skip~*
The air around them was cold to the point where both of their breaths could be seen. In unison they looked at each other determined to enter the restaurant with confidence.
Entering the restaurant with feet in sync Alfred and Matthew said their goodbye for now. Walking up the the hostess Alfred asked where his party was;before he could utter word the old man waved at him happily covering up his son. Stepping back and changing direction Alfred waved back with a bright and toothy smile as he walked towards the two.
Feeling more prepared for anything in his life Alfred strutted with eyes on the prize until he finally got a glimpse of what the elder's son looked he walked slower and used his hand to cover his face half way so the younger Kirkland could not see him.
W-what is he doing here?W-why is he with the old man!?Oh crap how can I play this out without making a scene? Alfred thought as he got closer and closer to the table. His feet started to feel heavy until he just finally came to a stop.
"Ahh I'm glad you made it here my boy. Arthur this is the man that saved my life. Oh now don't be shy show your face lad." The elder Kirkland said as he grabbed Alfred roughly, only to yank his hand away from his face.
Alfred quickly looked to the side closing his eyes shut with a hopeless expression upon his face. Opening one eye he saw the other didn't recognize him for a quick second. But then the eyes that darted at him were the same as the last time. Dammit where the hell is Matt when you need him?
"H-Hi I-i'm Alfred F. J-Jones nice to meet you sir." Alfred said as he awkwardly and hesitantly let out his hand for the other.
With one large eye brow arched down and the other normal Arthur shook Alfred's hand the hand shake seemed tighter to the person receiving it then the person viewing it.
"Pleasure, I am most thankful for you saving my father. No one would really take the time to help someone like him." He said trying to mask the hate in his voice.
Taking his hand back to his side he shook it to ease the pain in it. Man for a small man he had a powerful grip. "I-it was nothing really. I just did what any other would have done right?"
"No no are too modest my let's sit, eat ,and have a chat shall we?"
"Y-yes." Alfred uttered nervously his eyes still on the angry Brit in front of him.
Meanwhile in the kitchen the shoves were hot holding dozens of pots and pans. The workers worked like ants moving from one place to another as fast as they could.
Matthew who was working with a wok at the moment had sweat on his brow as the heat came to his face. His thoughts only consisted of wondered how he was doing, and how well his lessons were. However he had to concentrate on the food he was at others the best he could he told them things to do as so he could have a chance to see Alfred.
Walking out the out door he peeked his head around the room to find Alfred. Upon stumbling across his table Matthew watched admiring Alfred's flustered cute was he? W-wait flustered?Flustered isn't good!Now finding his assistance was needed Matthew waved his hands quietly trying to get Alfred's attention. No luck, time for plan B. Grabbing a note pad Matthew walked up to the table as he wrote down a message for Alfred.
"Bonjour beloved guest. I am chef Matthieu, how are you enjoying your meal today's sirs?Is everything alright?" He said as he kicked Alfred's kneed and dropped the paper.
Hoping in his seat Alfred closed his eyes and looked down in pain, he then saw the note and picked it up when the two Kirklands weren't looking.
Dear Alfred,
I'm sorry I can't be much help tonight. It's so bust please forgive me. Whatever is worrying you forget it, it doesn't matter now. Concentrate on what really matters which is the surprise.
Nodding his head in agreement Alfred got up at the right moment, the older Kirkland wanted to talk to him a bit more about his life and how he was doing. Of course Alfred told him lies, so he wouldn't worry the other.
Taking Matthew's advice he ignored Arthur the whole time and tried his best not to look at the other. To his delight he was actually enjoying himself thanks to Matthew. Man did he owe him big time now.
As the night continued on Arthur boiled in his seat staring at his father being chummy with his supposed enemy. It killed him on the inside to see him act as if the American was his own son. As it got later the it was about time for the elder to announce his surprise. Getting up the elder lifted up a glass of wine to the sky and stared at the two boys in front of him.
"Alfred for saving my life, being absolutely lovable,and being quite the intelligent chap I now say you are apart of my company as a lawyer. Congratulations Alfred,you start tomorrow Arthur will tell be your boss from now on."
For a moment everything stopped for both Alfred and Arthur. For Alfred a wonderful joyous feeling overcame him as he clicked his glass with the elders. A big silly grin showed on his face as he realized he made his parents proud at that moment. Right after work tomorrow he would thank them and tell them the good news. However Arthur on the other hand had his mouth opened in shock.
I am going to be working with this git!This is an absolute disgrace!I already denied him and yet he found a way to get a job at my Father's company. What game is he playing?Arthur thought as he angrily clashed his glass with his father's.
"Now I'm afraid I must leave however Arthur I leave Alfred in your hands for the time being. Make sure he does well, and Alfred I'll be checking up on you every now and then." The elder said as he grabbed his coat.
"I understand." Both Arthur and Alfred said as they watched the other leave. Turning their heads back to each other they then realized they were alone again.
"Listen here, Alfred I don't know what game your playing but I don't like it. Saving my father is one thing, however using him as a way to get a job is pure on earth did you know he was the owner of the company?Perhaps you googled it?"Arthur asked in an intimidating tone of voice.
"H-hey I didn't know that was your dad or that he owned the company. I just saved him and he asked me a few questions about me life so I answered, is that a crime?"
"No I suppose not, however I ensure you I will make you quit within the month mark my words Mr. Jones. Now since I'm in charge of you I should have you know you will be working two jobs.
One as a lawyer of course , the other as my old one quit because of a stupid fantasy of falling in love like a I expect you to come to my house and wake me up to get to work, do everything I tell you, and preform your job as a lawyer as well.I don't like to repeat things twice so you must listen to everything I say. Ah yes and before I forget, I will be taking some money out of your check to pay myself back for the damages you inflicted onto my car."
"H-hey that's unfair!No human is capable of is like just unjust yo. I refuse to work two jobs!"
"Very well then I'll tell father you no longer want the lawyer's job then."
"W-wait don't do that please!I-I'll do it you damn jerk." Alfred said as he stuck his tongue out.
"Good. I'll be expecting you at my house at six o'clock in the 't be late." Arthur said as he got up off of his seat, wrote down his address, and left without a in his chair abandoned Alfred sat there in fury, "I work for one of Satan's minions..."
*~The next day~*
The light beamed onto Alfred's tan skin As his stomach was exposed to the ceiling.
His cat Abraham was pawing at his nose to try and wake him up a little more. Shaking his head to stop the cat Alfred reached over to his side and got the small alarm clock from his cabinet beside his bed. Leisurely Alfred eyed the clock to read the numbers 6:30. Jolting out of bed Alfred hurried into the bathroom and clothed himself in a suit, he then ran to the kitchen and made himself some toast.
With that he ran out the door with his brief case and raced to his car.
"Shit I'm late on the first day!He's gonna kill me!He's gonna kill me!Shit, SHIT SHIT!"
Jumping into his car he stabbed the key into its hole and started the car. Putting his fingers into his pocket Alfred searched for the paper with the address on it. Skimming it he read the address and was off.
Now breathing heavily he parked in front of the house having one of the servants get it ready for when the two leave. Unlike previous times of amazement and observation Alfred ignored the scenery around mattered was that he get to Arthur's room, and wake him one of the maids lead the way he looked around frantically until they arrived at his the knob Alfred saw a room as clean as could be with a messy bed in the was no body in the bed, so Alfred knew that Arthur was already under his breath Alfred decided he would at least let Arthur know he was there.
Alfred looked around the large room in hope to find his boss but no almost gave up when he saw a door which seemed untouched. Having his curiosity take the best of him he extended his hand to open the door, slowly he opened it and peeked his head through. The air was moist and humid, and it was very hard to see.
As his glasses clouded Alfred took them off ad placed them back on. Off in the distance was a figure frozen in the same potion not moving.
"H-hello?Um anyone there?I-I'm looking for my boss Ar..."
Alfred stopped in the middle of his sentence as he recognized the figure. It was ARTHUR!But not how you usually see him, he was stark naked showing his man hood with frozen his eyes widened in shock.
Feeling his cheeks grow hotter Alfred quickly closed the door and turned around, to lean against it. He too stayed there paralyzed at what he had just saw, with his face still red and hot . Alfred could not get the scene out of his head, he just walked in on a man naked not just any man his BOSS!
OH CRAP!OH CRAP!NOT AGAIN!WHY DOES EVERYTHING MESSED UP HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!? Alfred thought as he had a small fit thrashing his head from side to side and stomping his feet.
AdminHa ha. So anyways to everyone who reads my fics I know sometimes what happens doesn't make in time everything adds up. It's just foreshadowing and setting up the plot and trying to make sure you all know. I-I don't want anyone to stop reading this...I'm actually getting really into this story. Last but not least if you plan to be mean to me through anon I will delete your review.I rather have someone say it straight to my face to I can panic about it later.
