"…and finally, just a squirt of my awesome Axe…perfect!" Alfred declares as he stares at himself in the mirror. His hair was perfectly in place, besides for his defiant cowlick but he looks cooler with it if does say so himself. His outfit consisted of a tight black t-shirt and an unbuttoned short sleeve red dress shirt, as well as jeans that hung nicely on his hips. Finishing off his look was his favorite red, white, and blue pair of Converse and his trademark jacket. He winks at himself with a sly smirk. "Hey sexy, what's your name?"
"Matthew." His brother answers flatly. Alfred whips around to see Matthew with a rather unimpressed look on his face, standing in the bathroom doorway.
"H-Hey Mattie," he laughs nervously. "How long have you been standing there bro?"
"Long enough to watch you hit on yourself," was the soft reply. Matthew walks over and sits on the toilet seat, watching Alfred as he does his final touches. "So, who's the unlucky lady?" Alfred pouts at the comment.
"Anyone who gets to go out on a date with me has struck pure gold, dude." Matthew snorts at that, which Alfred pointedly ignores. "Anyways, if you really must know, it's Kirkland."
"Kirkland?" Matthew says, awestruck. "As in Arthur Kirkland, the student body president?"
"One and the same." Alfred smirks over at the wide eyed Canadian.
"Why would he agree to go out with you?"
"Isn't that obvious? I'm a sexy hero!"
"No, seriously." Alfred sends him an irritated glare.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways. He said he'd go see a movie with me, so a movie we shall see." Alfred walks out the bathroom with Matthew at his heel.
"Why would you even ask him out?" He asks, trying to keep up with Alfred's long strides. "He's not exactly your type."
"Oh, and who is my type, Mattie?"
"Whores." He answers without skipping a beat.
"You wound me, brother!" Alfred gasps melodramatically.
"Still doesn't change the fact that it's true. Now answer my question." The American rolls his eyes and stops to look at him properly. They were in the middle of the stairs with Matthew one step above Alfred.
"You really want to know, don't you?"
"Yes." He answers firmly, crossing his arms.
"You're awfully bossy for someone who's suppose to be shy."
"I know, I'm the devil in disguise. Now tell me." He says with a roll of his violet eyes.
"Promise you won't lecture me about morals and crap and try to send me into a guilt trip?"
"Yes, yes." Matthew huffs. "Hurry up already."
"I want to sleep with him." Matthew lets out an impatient sigh.
"That's nothing new, Alfred. You always try to get your dates in bed with you. I want to know why you're suddenly interested in Kirkland."
"Because Gil and I made a bet that I could take his V-card in two months." His brother's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his jaw drops to the floor.
"Alfred," he shrieks, "what were you thinking? How could you-"
"You promised." He cuts him off and continues to head downstairs.
"Alfred." He groans, following him down.
"Matthew." He copies.
"This is one of the worst, most immoral things you've done! This is so wrong!"
"Whatever, s'not like I'm going to hurt him or nothing."
"Not physically, perhaps. But there is more than one way you can hurt someone, you know." Alfred rolls his eyes.
"Don't be so cryptic Matt, it doesn't suite you." They finally make it to the bottom of the stairs and Alfred hurries to the front door.
"Alfred, please. This can only end badly!" He pleads as Alfred reaches for the door knob.
"Matthew, calm down, everything will be fine. I am the hero after all, and since when do bad things happen to the hero?"
He pulls into a parking space of the local movie theater and checks the time with his phone. Right on time, he grins. He hurries to the building and spots and irate Arthur standing near the ticket booth with and even harsher scowl than usual. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his brows were furrowed so close together they almost looked like a unibrow.
"Hey Artie, you look-"
"You're late." Alfred blinks but smiles charmingly regardless.
"Aw, come on. I'm only a few minutes late."
"You're still late." He says sharply before he heads over to the ticket booth.
"Well excuse me." Alfred mutters under his breath before joining him.
"One ticket to-"
"Make that two please." Alfred cuts in.
"I am not paying for your ticket, Jones!" Arthur snaps, glaring at his company.
"I know you aren't, because I'm paying for yours." He winks at the Brit, causing him to roll his emerald eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.
"That isn't necessary. I have my own money and I am not a woman, so you are not obligated to-"
"So yeah, that's going to be two tickets to whatever he wants to see." Alfred was telling the ticket lady, completely ignoring Arthur.
"Oi, wanker, listen to people when they're-"
"So what movie are we seeing?" Arthur stops mid scolding and blinks, momentarily thrown off by the sudden question. "Come on Artie, you gotta tell the nice lady what we want to go see or we can't buy a ticket." Arthur flushes and glares at the American who just smiles happily back.
"First off, it's "have to", not "gotta". Learn English. And secondly, I know how to buy a bloody ticket. Now get your fat arse out of the way." He snaps, pushing him roughly out of the way and standing in front of the booth.
"Ok then, may I have one," he looks pointedly at Alfred who smiles and waves innocently back at him before turning back to the confused girl, "ticket to Sinister please?" Behind Arthur's back Alfred winks at the girls and mouths two tickets. She nods and prints out the tickets, telling them the price. "But I only asked for-"
"Here you go, dude," Alfred says, handing over the money in exchange for the tickets.
"Have a nice day." She giggles and he says the same to her as he grabs a protesting Arthur's hand and drags him into the building.
"I told you I'd pay for my own ticket." He grumbles as they stand in the concessions line.
"Yeah, but what kind of hero would I be if I didn't pay for my damsel's ticket?" Arthur sputters and turns a bright shade of red before glaring at the taller male.
"A, I am no one's damsel, thank you very much. And B, I'm the one who invited you on this outing, remember?"
"Well," Alfred shrugs, "I see it more like you accepting my unspoken proposal after a week's harassment." Arthur rolls his eyes and they finally reach the front of the line.
"I'll have a large popcorn, large coke, some M 'N M's, sour patch kids, nachos, a hot dog, and…er." He looks over at a baffled and slightly disgusted Brit. "You want something?"
"A water will be all, thank you." Alfred nods and turns back to the shocked worker.
"And a water for him please." The guy nods slowly before telling them the price and hurrying off to gather Alfred's order and Arthur's water.
"Uh, here you go. A large popcorn and coke, M 'N M's, sour patch kids, nachos, a hot dog," He pauses and pushes the bottle of water towards Arthur, "and a bottle of water for him."
"Thanks dude." Alfred says and then hands the man his money. Finally, in a way Arthur will never how, Alfred balances all his treats in his arms and heads to their theater number.
"Um…Jones."
"Come on, call me Alfred."
"Fine, Alfred," He glances wearily at the swaying mountain of food in his arms. "Do you need any help with those?" Alfred laughs and shakes his head, causing the mountain to say more dangerously.
"Nah, I've got this. I'm a total pro when it comes to balancing all this food."
"If you say so…" he consents, still unsure about the tower as they reach the theater.
"So, where do you want to sit?" Alfred asks as they stare at the rows before them.
"I don't care, as long as it's not in the very front I'm fine with anything." Alfred nods and leads to the seats in the center of the room.
"Here we go." He cheers, spreading his food out on his lap, instantly digging into the hot dog. "I've seen commercials for this movie, seemed pretty epic." He says mid chew, small bits of food spraying out of his mouth, causing Arthur to pull a face.
"Quite."
"I didn't think you'd be into this kinda of stuff though."
"I guess I'm just full of surprises." He answers sarcastically. Alfred smiles and slurps obnoxiously from his soda as the previews start. Arthur had just started to get into the movie when he hears the man beside him let out a girlish scream.
"No!" Alfred clings onto Arthur, throwing his half finished popcorn in the air, ending up coating them with its contents. "Turn around! The thing just moved! Artie, did you see it? It turned to look at him!"
"Very observant of you." Arthur grinds out, trying to push the heavy American off of him. "Now get the bloody hell off me, you oaf." But he didn't. So Arthur was subjugated to listen to Alfred scream in his ear the whole movie.
"Holy Shit he's in the bushes!"
"I don't trust those little kids Artie. They're all creepy and-AH! He just popped out of nowhere like that!"
"Nooooo! Artie he's videotaping him! Dude, wake up!"
And so on and so forth. Finally, when the movie was over, Alfred let go of him and stretched his arms over his head, smiling happily at Arthur. "Wow, that movie was great!" Arthur glares as he gets up from his seat and starts to leave the theater.
"How would you know?" He calls back to Alfred who was trailing behind him. "The whole time you either had your eyes closed or were screaming too loud to hear what was going on."
"Did not." Alfred defends as they walk outside the building. "That was probably you. Hero's don't get scared from silly movies like that."
"Sure, let's go with that. Anyways, this is where we must part." Arthur says, turning to leave.
"No it isn't." he whines. "How about I walk you to your car?"
"I walked." He says flatly, not looking back at Alfred.
"Wait," he calls out, grapping Arthur's wrist, "if you walked then why don't I drive you home?"
"Because I'm quite capable of walking home by myself, thank you." He answers, tugging to free his wrists.
"But it's dark outside." Alfred tries, tightening his grip.
"I'm aware of that, Jones, and I think I'll be able to handle it."
"Alfred." He corrects.
"Whatever." Arthur rolls his eyes and tugs harder on his wrist.
"How 'bout because I'll follow you home and bug you if you don't let me give you a ride?"
"A tad bit stalkerish, don't you think?" Alfred smirks.
"If that's what it takes." There was a pause as Arthur looks him up and down before he sighs and allows his wrist to go slack in Alfred's grip.
"Fine, if only to shut you up." Alfred cheers and drags him over to his car. He unlocks it and then opens the passenger side door and holds it open for Arthur, bowing slightly and smiling charmingly at him. Arthur rolls his eyes and gets in, yanking the door from Alfred's hands and slamming it shut. With a small scowl Alfred huffs and walks over to the driver's side and, smiling once more, gets in.
"So, are we taking a left or a right out of here?"
"Right." He answers, looking out the window. Alfred pulls out and drives in the direction he was told.
"So Artie how'd you like the movie?" There was silence and Arthur showed no sign of acknowledging the question. "I thought it was pretty fuckin' awesome." Alfred declares, but his companion still didn't budge.
"Who would have thought that the little girl would end up being the killer? I thought it was the boy for sure." Still no reply.
"It was pretty scary, but this awesome hero isn't scared of some movie. You, on the other hand, were practically terrified. I totally felt you shaking in my arms." Arthur snorts.
"That's utter bollocks, if I do recall youwere the one that screamed like a little girl whenever the music picked up a little."
"I did not!" Alfred cries indigently. "And even if I did let out a heroic squeak, it was only because every time that happened shit went down!"
"Oh, whatever. You're turning left up here. You were about ready to wet yourself."
"I was not!" He shouts, doing as Arthur told him to. "You're so mean. What did I ever do to you?"
"Talked to me."
"Now that's just cold."
"I try." Arthur smirks.
"You could learn to be a little nicer. You might be as cool as me if you do." He just rolls his eyes.
"Oh yes, I'm all over that one. Anyway, my house is the second one on the right." They pull into Arthur's driveway and both get out. As Arthur starts walking forward he glances back at Alfred and frowns. "What are you doing Jones?"
"Walking you to your door." He smiles and walks up to him.
"That's not necessary."
"I want to." He says with his normal charming smile as he gently takes Arthur's hand in his. Arthur makes a face.
"Let me rephrase that. That's not wanted, as in, go the bloody hell home." He snaps and rips his hand from its place in Alfred's before he starts walking back up to his house.
"Come on," Alfred whines, matching his steps, "I'm just trying to be a gentleman."
"You wouldn't know how to be gentlemen if slapped you in your big oblivious face. " They finally reach the porch and Arthur crosses his arms expectantly. "There, you've walked me to my porch. Now leave." Alfred chuckles softly and gently moves a strand of hair out of Arthur's face.
"I had fun tonight."
"Good for you, at least one of us did." Arthur grumbles, unimpressed.
"You know," he says softly, slowly closing his eyes as he brings his face closer to Arthur's. "We should do this again sometime." He dives forward for the kiss when he hears a slam of the door and his face collides with the wood of it.
"What just-"
"I'll think I'll pass on your offer, Jones. One evening with you is enough to give me an ulcer." Arthur calls from behind the door followed by his evil British laughter. Alfred stares at the door with a mixture of pure awe, shock, and anger.
"Son of a bitch!"
So after soooo many technical problems (i /hate/ technology) I was able to get this damn chapter up. So Chapter 7 is giving me issues, I kinda have writiers block so i'll get it up as soon as possible. Anyways, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukka, Happy Quanzia(or however you spell it), or Happy whatever doesn't offend you!