Disclaimer: You know what comes next. I'm gonna try to make this chapter longer! Hurray! By the way, has anybody else wondered why old ladies dye their hair things like purple and and blue. I saw this one pink haired old lady today. That was frightening. Back to what you really care about: the story.

Alfred led Arthur out to the limo. Arthur abruptly stopped. He was already wearing Alfred's clothes, which included the cashmere polo sweater vest that he had stared at in the store window, but nearly passed out when he saw that price tag, which was also something Alfred never wore and willingly gave to Arthur. Showing up in his strictly middle-class neighborhood in a stretch limo seemed like too much. Alfred stopped, one foot already in the door.

"What are you waiting for." He asked.

"Well, it's just..." Arthur felt a twinge of embarrassment. "It seems a little... ostentatious."

"I don't know what ostentatious means, but I think I just got insulted." He replied.

"No, I meant, uh." Arthur struggled for words. "Uh, let's just get going." He gave in. He told Charles the address and they were off.

"Beautiful day." Alfred sighed, staring out the window. He was right. It was comfortably in the 70 degree range and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"Yeah." Arthur's head was filled with his worries. Who would get the house? Where would he go if she got the house? Will anything ever be the same? If not, would that be a good thing?
Alfred was also deep in thought. They had moved on from the picturesque mansions to the part of town to the less pretty part. People stared at them as they drove through town, curious eyes following them like they were aliens or something. Alfred stared back. He felt like he was. He saw a homeless man begging for change, and how everyone just passed him by as if he wasn't even there. A man holding his head low, wearing a black suit and a bright red tie. He looked at his cell phone, then put it back and whispered something to himself. A group of teenage girls in the walked opposite direction, laughing, walking right past another girl, making an obvious attempt to act like she wasn't there. Alfred saw the sorrow in the other girl's eyes, how she longed to be one of them. Everyone seemed so caught up in their own worlds. How was this the Los Angeles he thought he knew. There was so much he didn't know. All these people, so many of them needed help. Why had he never cared?

"We're almost there." A voice snapped him back to reality.

"Huh?"

"I said we're almost there." Arthur repeated. They had moved from the busy streets to a normal neighborhood. The limo stopped in front of a quaint single story brick house. Arthur stepped right out on the grass. "Come on." Arthur led him to the front door, which had luckily been unlocked, because he didn't have his key.

"There you are." A beautiful young woman with long wavy blonde hair and cerulean (blue for those of you who don't speak color) eyes. "Did you bring that Alfonso kid or whoev-" She stopped mid sentence when she saw the limo.

"Arthur! She talks just like you!" Alfred exclaimed.

"Yes Alfred, it's called an accent. People from Britain tend to speak in a British accent." He calmly explained.

"Excuse me, but where did that limousine come from?" Anna broke in.

"It's mine." Alfred replied. "Don't worry, take as long as you need. Charles is good at waiting." Anna realized, that limo must belong to him, which means he must be rich. Forget Arthur, she'd found someone else, someone with more money.

"Oh, well why don't you come in then." She giggled in an attempt to be cute, as if to signal something, but Alfred did speak women, being strictly gay, and he thought she was just being friendly.

"Oh, sure. Come on Arthur." Alfred cheered as he grabbed Arthur's hand and dragged him through the door. Arthur then took control, because, even though the house was rather small, it was just like him to get lost. Arthur led him to the couch.

"Oh, Alfred, would you like anything to drink." Anna came into the room holding a tray with two cups of tea on it, one for her and one for Arthur.

'Sure, now she remembers his name' Arthur thought bitterly. Anna seemed to know almost everything, just played stupid to get what she wanted. He always hated that about her.

"Oh, do you have any coffee?" Alfred politely asked.

"Oh, sure, I'll be right back." Anna replied.

"Be careful!" Arthur warned. "She's brilliant, and tricky. She can play men like a violin." This made Alfred chuckle.

"Remember?" He pointed to himself. "I'm gay!" Arthur giggle a little too.

"Well that helps." He responded. Anna rushed into the room.

"Sorry if it's a little cheap for your taste. It's just a store brand." She apologized.

"Nah, it's fine. All coffee's good coffee to me." Alfred laughed and Anna joined along.

"Uh Annie, can we get to the divorce?" If looks could kill, Arthur would have dropped dead from the glare Anna gave him. She turned back Alfred and smiled again.

"Yes." She turned her grin into a sad puppy dog frown. She was quite the actress back in London. "It's very sad, but I think your right. It's time for us to end this." Arthur could see right through her sad face.

"Then let's get to business"

-long boring legal talk later-

"Bye Alfred, hope to see you around." She called as Alfred walked out the door. She grabbed the back of Arthur's sweater vest. "You know I always get what I want, and I want Alfred." She hissed.

"You don't like Alfred, you like his money." He shot back. "You wouldn't give him the time of day until you found out he was rich."

"Does it matter? Whatever you may have with him, it'll be over soon enough. Get over it." Anna flipped her hair.

"Sorry, but I don't think it'd work out between you two. He's not much into gold digging leeches." Or women.

"I won't lose. I never lose." She growled, but what normally made Arthur want to run and crawl under his bed was now an invigorating challenge.

"Well there's a first time for everything." He smirked, copying what he'd seen Alfred do. He'd only known the guy for a couple of hours, but it felt like he'd known him his entire life. Anna wasn't amused.

"This whole confident thing doesn't work for you. Why don't you just sit back and let me take what want." She spat.

"Not this time." He countered.

"Come on Arty! I'm gonna take you shopping for some new clothes!" Alfred called from the limo. Arthur turned around, but stopped at the last step and decided to take one last jab.

"And Annie, the way you're throwing yourself all over Alfred is really pathetic, and it makes you look pathetic too. You may be able to throw on some makeup and a nice dress, but you can't hide what's on the inside." And with that, he turned and left for good, not looking back to see her mouth left agape, completely insulted. Standing up to her made him feel like a new man. But the battles with Anna were not over yet...

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Okay, it's not incredibly longer, but I tried. I have to get up early tomorrow, so can't work on it any longer. Don't you just hate Anna Sophia. Alfred would never go for her. Ever. I was listening to Gives You Hell while writing this, which explains the title. Works for the situation, doesn't it? Well, time for the random fact of the chapter!

The human brain continues to send out electrical wave signals for up to 37 hours after death. Weird, huh.