Okay here it is. And i don't know about anyone else but I hate it when I come up with good ideas but for the wrong story. Thanks to everyone that has viewed,reviewed, or even looked at the title, Goodnight.

I opened my eyes this morning to feel something different.
It was light outside but still that grayish color from the clouds, but it was clearer.
I realized there was no fog on my window.
I hurried to look outside to find my result in horror. Snow, snow everywhere.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The rain from yesterday froze up, making twinkling needles on trees and making the roads slippery.
I would definitely trip on that ice. Maybe I should go back to bed.

When I came downstairs Dad wasn't here. Living with Tom was like having my own apartment. It was lonely.
I made a quick bowl of cereal and poured myself a glass of orange juice.
I felt excited to go to school and that scared me.
It wasn't because of my learning experience or my new friends.
To be completely honest, it was because of Arthur Kirkland.

That's probably the most silliest thing I ever felt before. Me, excited over Arthur Kirkland.
I should avoid him entirely but knowing that he didn't hate me drawed me to him [more than he already did].
There was somethings I was curious about.
One, is his eyes changing color.
I would be scared when he gave me those glares but my stomach would turn every time I saw his face.
I knew there was a big okay HUGE gap between us in society but I still wanted to be near him.
I made sure I didn't run outside in anticipation to get to Arthur, I mean school!
I had to be very careful when I came near the truck.[ I almost fell but grabbed my door's handle]
Today was going to be a nightmare.

Driving to school, I distracted myself from the mysteries of Arthur by thinking about my guy friends.
Tike [now that I think about it] has been really nice and clinging these days. Deric has been sending hateful glares at him everyday but smiles when he's with me.
My truck seemed to have no problems with the ice on the road.
I drove slowly though, just in case bad luck was on my side.
When I got out of my truck, I found out why everything was so smooth.
There were chains on my wheels. Dad must have put them on when I was sleeping. I smiled at the thought that he had that much concern. "I love ya, dad,".
I was standing by the back corner of my truck, admiring my dad's work and trying not to get emotional when I heard a wierd sound.

I saw several things happen simultaneously. It wasn't like in the movies where everything happens in slow motion.
Everything was fast and my brained absorb every detail, all at once.

Arthur was standing four cars down from me, staring at me with a state of shock.
His face stood out of the sea of people with masks of terror.
But what also was happening was, a blue van skidding, it's tires lock, squealing against the brakes, and spinning wildly across the lot, was coming for the back of my truck... Me in its way...

I was going to die.

I didn't even have time to close my eyes before it happened.
Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van fold around my truck's end something hard hit me.
But it wasn't coming from the van's direction.
My back hit the gravel hard and I realized the van was still coming again.
Deep down I was aware someone else was with me.
I recognized his voice and saw as he brought his hands out leaving a dent into the van.
Then his hands were so fast I couldn't keep up as one gripped the van and at that moment I felt my body swished around, my legs dragging, and ended up hitting a tire of a tan car.
My head was dizzy as I heard a loud metallic sound reach my ears and saw the van settle with the glass popping onto the asphalt, where my legs just were.
I was quiet for the longest time until I heard screaming.
I came back to my senses and looked up to see Arthur breathing heavily.
I felt my back sore and my head dizzy but that didn't matter. Arthur was hurt.
"Dude, Arthur, are you okay," I asked worried, looking all over that I could from my position.
He looked at me amazed until he scowled.
"You idiot I'm fine, worry about your bloody self," I ignored him still checking for injuries but there were none.
Then it hit me. "OW!," I pronounced as I felt my head.
"Thank god, I thought you were too num to feel pain," His voice, shockingly, sounded like he was suppressing amusement.
"Artie," my head swirled. "How did you get over here so fast?"
"I was standing right next to you, Alfred," his tone serious again.

I turned slowly to sit up, and he let me, giving me some space and slid far away from me as possible.
My head just realized our faces were really close and I felt a slight blush.
I looked at his concerned, innocent expression to see the force of his eyes making me disoriented.
What was I asking him again?
And then they found us, well a dog first who was barking and a little boy came by.
"What is it Lassie, did Susy fall down the well again?" he looked at us.
"Aw shucks it's just a boy and a hot guy Lassie, come on," and they disappeared. What?
Then came the crowd of people with tears streaming down their eyes, shouting at people, and shouting at us.
"Don't move," someone instructed.
"Get Kyler out of the van!" someone shouted.

Everyone was everywhere, all of them like blurs. I tried to get up, but I felt Arthur's cold hand push my shoulder down softly.
"Stay there for now,"
"But I'm cold," I pouted. It surprised me when he chuckled under his breath, but it had an edge to it.
Then I remembered. "You were over there," he stopped chuckling. "Next to your car."
His expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't," "Yes you were, I saw you."
All around us was chaos. I could hear adult voices enter the scene.
I wasn't going to lose this argument with Arthur.
I was right, and he was going to admit it.
"Alfred, I was standing by you, and pulled you out of the way,"
EXCUSE ME, I think I would've remember if a GOD was standing by me.
"No." I set my jaw.
"Your acting like a child," he scorned me. "Please, Alfred."
"Why?" I demanded.
"Trust me," he pleaded, his soft voice overwhelming me.
I could hear sirens in the distance. "If only you tell me everything later," I held my grudge.
"Fine," he snapped, exasperated.
"Fine," I repeated angrily.

It took six EMT and two teachers to shift the van far enough away from us to bring in stretchers.
Arthur refused [using british charm] while I did the same [American charm] but that backstabber told them I hit my head and probably had an concussion.
I was not happy when they put that neck brace on me.
It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as I was loaded into the ambulance.
Arthur got to ride in the front. That was SO not fair.
To make matters worse, my Dad showed up before we left.
"Alfred!" he called my name as he saw me on the stretcher.
"I'm fine Dad," I reassured him as he stood by me.
He looked to the closest EMT for a second opinion.
I didn't pay attention to them because I saw images flashing through my mind.
When they lifted me away from the car I saw a deep dent that fit Arthur's shoulders...as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame...
And then I looked at his family.
Ludwig had a face unamused. Feliciano look a little worry but other than that nonchalant.
Antonio looked bored. Lovino look very displeased.
Every one of them didn't even looked distressed that their brother got hit.
I tried to think of a good explanation to everything minus the part that I might be insane.
Of course, the ambulance had a police escort to the hospital.
I felt helpless the whole time they unloaded me.
What really made me pissed was that Arthur simply glided through the doors, like a boss.
I had to ground my teeth before I let something slip.

They put me in the emergency room, with a line of beds covered by curtains.
A nurse put a pressure cuff on my arm, and a thermometer in my mouth.
My curtains weren't closed, so I had no privacy from the viewers eye.
So when the nurse left I ripped my neck brace off of me and threw it out the window.
A another stretcher was brought in right next to me.
I recognized the person as Kyler Drowely from my Government class, underneath the bloodstained bandages.
He looked a hundred times worse than I felt. He was staring at me anxiously.
"Alfred, I'm so sorry,"
"It's fine dude, you look awful are you all right?
The nurse was unwrapping the bandages off of his face revealing his shallow cuts on his forehead and cheek.
He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going so fast, then I hit the ice wrong..." He winced as one nurse started dabbing his face.
"Don't worry about it, you missed me,"
"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone..."
"Uhh...Arthur pulled me out of the way."
He look confused. "Who?"
"Arthur Kirkland, he was standing next to me," LIES.
"Oh Kirkland? I didn't see him...wow, It was all so fast, I guess. Is He okay?"
"I think so. He's somewhere around here but they didn't put him on a stretcher," I ended sourly.

They wheeled me away to get an X-ray for my head. I told her there was nothing wrong and I was right. I asked her if i could leave, but she said I needed to talk to a doctor first.
So I was trapped in the ER with Kyler apologizing to me every second, promising he would make it up to me and I was telling him it was okay.
I finally closed my eyes ignoring Kyler, feeling a migraine coming along.
"Is the lad asleep?" I heard a musical voice. My eyes flew open.
Arthur was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking.
He looked like an angel if it wasn't for the fact that he was the devil. I glared at him.
"Hey Arthur, I'm really sorry-" Tyler began. Oh god not this again.
"No blood, no foul chap," Arthur said, flashing his brilliant teeth.
He moved to sit on the edge of Kyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.
"So, what's the verdict," he asked.
"There's nothing wrong with me, but they won't let me go," I complained.
"And why weren't you put on a gurney," I accused him.
"It depends on who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you out."
Then the doctor came in. My mouth fell opened.
He was young, he was a brunette, and he could put models to shame.
He was also pale, tired looking and had circles under his eyes.
By Dad's description, this was Arthur's father.
"Hello Mr. Jones," his voice sounded like an aristocrat. "how are you feeling?"
"I'm good," I answered hoping to be let out.
He walked to the lightboard above my head, and turned it on.
"Your X-rays seem to be in good condition, does your head hurt at all? Arthur told me you hit it pretty hard,"
I wonder why? [sarcasm]
"I'm fine," and I threw a quick glare at Arthur.
The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my head. I winced.
"Tender?" he asked.
"Not really." I've had worse.
I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Arthur's patronizing smile. My eyes narrowed.
"Well your Father is in the waiting room - you can go home right after. But come back if you feel head trauma or trouble with your eyesight."
"Can't I go back to school?" I whined.
"You should probably take it easy today,"
I glanced at Arthur. "Does HE get to go to school?"
"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Arthur said smugly.
"Actually," Dr. Edelstein corrected," most of the school is already here."
"Seriously," I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm.

"Do you want to stay?"
"No!" I shot up and threw my legs over the bed, and jumped down from the bed to stagger.
He looked at me concerned. "I'm okay," I assured him.
"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested.
"It doesn't hurt that bad," I told him.
"It sounds like your one of the lucky ones," he said, smiling as he signed the chart with a flourish.
"I was lucky that Arthur was standing next to me," I gave a hard glance at the subject.
"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Edelstein agreed, suddenly occupied with his papers.
Then he looked away, at Kyler, and walked over.
My mind click; the doctor was in on it!
"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us a little bit longer Mr. Drowely," he told Kyler checking his cuts.
As soon as his back was turned, I pounced on Arthur.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked quickly.
He took a step back from me, his jaw suddenly clenched. "Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.
I glanced at the Doc and Kyler.
"Dude can I speak with you," I looked at them again. "Alone," I pressed.
He scowled and turned his back to me walking.
I had to walk fast to keep up with him.
As soon as we turned a corner, in the small hallway, he spun around to face me.
"What do you want?" he sounded annoyed,his eyes cold.
I felt a little intimidated so my voice was a little shaky. "You still owe me an answer," I reminded him.
"I saved your life, I don't owe you anything."
I flinched at the resentment in his voice. "But Arthur I know what I saw,"
"Alfred, you hit your head, you don't know what your talking about," his tone was cutting.
My temper flared. I looked at him defiantly.
"Theres nothing wrong with my head."
He glared," What do you want from me Jones,"
"I want the truth to why I'm covering for you?"
"Well, what do you think happened?" he snapped.
I came out in a rush.

"All that I know is that, you weren't next to me when that van hit and Kyler didn't see you either so don't try to blame this on my head.
That van was going to crush us both, but you stopped it and left a dent into it and that car.
You weren't even hurt and the van should've crushed my legs, but you were holding it up...,"

I sounded crazy but I was so confused at the situation.
He stared at me incredulously. But his face looked tense, defensive.
"You think I, Alfred Jones, lifted a van off of you," he questioned.
His voice questioned my insanity but I've seen enough movies to see a actor play his part.
I merely nodded, my mouth in an kiddish pout.
"No one would believe you, specially with that childish pout," he pointed out.
I held my anger at his insult.
Then surprise came over his face." Then why does it matter?"
"It matters to me Artie," I insisted.
"What did you call me?"
"Artie it's my nickname for you,"
"Well don't call me that," he pronounced and I humph.
"Your not going to let this go are you?"
"Nope."
"In that case...I hope you enjoy disappointment."
We scowled at each other in silence.
I was the first one to speak, since I was in danger of losing focus over his gorgeous face.
It was like staring at a fallen angel.
"Why did you even bother?" it would be one less problem for you.
He paused, and for a brief moment his face looked vulnerable.
"I don't know," he whispered.
And then he turned his back from me and walked away.

"That's it," I mumbled.
I had so many emotions going through me, I clenched my fist.
When I could finally move, I walked slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.
The waiting room was unpleasant.
It seemed like everyone I knew from Sporks was there, staring at me.
Tom came by my side. "I'm fine," I told him.
"What did the doctor say?"
"Dr. Edelstein said that I was good to go,"
I sighed. I saw Tike, Deric, and Jessie drifting through the crowd coming toward us.
"Let's go," I urged.
I walked out the doors waving to my friends to tell them that I was okay.
Tom opened the car door for me and I slid in carefully.
I never thought I could be so happy to be in a police car.

We drove in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I totally forgot about Tom.
The way Arthur acted in the hallway confirmed my bizarre suspicions.
When we got to the house, Tom finally spoke.
"You better call your mom,"
"You told her!" Oh god poor Matt.
"Sorry," he said as I slammed the door.
I had to reassure my poor mother a thousand times that I felt fine and that the doctor said I had no fatal injuries.
She begged me to come home, even though home was empty right now.
It was easier to resist her pleas because the mystery of Arthur Kirkland kept coming to mind.
I realized that I was a little obsessed with that guy. Not a good stragedy.
I wasn't eager to leave Sporks yet because of him. Stupid head.
I got to talk to Matt really quick before they had to hang up.
I told him that I was okay and that I loved him.

I decided to go to bed early tonight after what happened today.
Tom watched me like a hawk, and I felt uncomfortable.
I stopped my way to get some Tylenol for my head.
They did help, and I drifted to sleep.

That was the first night, I dreament of Arthur Kirkland.

MWHAHAHAHa. Random laugh.