Another chapter! Not much to say here, but I hope it's good?
Chapter Seven
Big Mouth
"My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo"
Lyrics from Gym Class Hero's 'Stereo Hearts'
Alfred was in an especially good mood today. He didn't know why, but who could care? He was happy.
Oh wait, he remembered why. He had learnt how to whistle! One life goal down, a lot more to go. He was actually doing well, you forget that he's six.
He skipped and whistled and waved at pass-byers. It was defiantly a happy day.
He saw Arthur slowly making his way into their school. Alfred ran to catch up to him.
"Hi Artie!" he giggled. Arthur kept at it with his crutches. Alfred's happy day got a little sadder. He didn't like a sad Artie. But that wasn't going to spoil his day! He'd just have to cheer Artie up.
"I learnt to whistle!" he squealed. Artie just kept on pumpin' those crutches. Maybe he'd feel better if Artie whistled for him.
Alfred let out a long 'tweeeet' and Arthur paused. Alfred smiled and did his best to let out a rusty 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. For a few moments Arthur stood there admiring Arthur's greatness. But then I guess he got over it and kept walking.
"Artieee!" Alfred whined and followed him. Normally Arthur would have run away, but that was kinda hard to do with crutches. But boy, did he try.
Alfred followed behind him, letting out various 'tweet's as he went. And Arthur just kept going. He was such an optimist. Just another reason for Alfred to love him. It was most defiantly a happy day.
Two hours later, Alfred was bored. The teacher wanted him to put some numbers together, or 'add', as Arthur put it. Whatever it was, it was boring. Maybe it wouldn't be if he whistled while he worked. Like Robert (one of his daddies) said, Disney gave a many advice.
He let out a high, long 'tweeeet'. One kid looked up, but he quickly went back to his work. Alfred covered his mouth to hide his squeals. Then he uncovered his mouth a whistled all of 'Someday My Prince Will Come'. This time a few more kids looked up, but they quickly lost interest. Alfred couldn't believe his luck. While everyone else had to work, all he had to do was whistle! He smiled, a kind of toothy, oversized smile. The best kind.
But wait. Arthur was working. Alfred couldn't be happy if Arthur wasn't happy. Arthur was his Artie. They were best friends forever: bffs. And bffs don't let other bffs be sad.
Arthur nudged Arthur with his elbow. He whispered, "Hey Artie! I'm gonna teach you to whistle!". Arthur promptly ignored him.
"Hey Artie! I'm gonna teach you to whistle!" Alfred whistled a little too loud. The teacher looked 'displeased', as Artie would put it. She walked over to the left of Alfred's desk. Alfred gulped.
"You two will be staying in for recess. I hope you're happy." she snarled and walked back to the front of the room.
Okay, Alfred wasn't super happy any-more. But at least he got to stay in with Artie.
Alfred sat at his desk, one hand gripping the desk and the other twiddling a pencil. Well actually it was his left hand twiddling the pencil. He was left-handed. Artie called this 'an odd, unique trait'. Which Alfred thought was a good thing. Probably.
"I can't believe you landed us in detention." Arthur grumbled. Alfred giggled.
"Well," he mimicked Arthur's voice, "actually it's a lunch detention." Arthur rolled his eyes. Alfred went into a fit of giggles.
The only reason they were even talking was because the teacher was 'out to lunch'. She had said she would come back, but Alfred didn't think she would. Until class started, that is.
"You're such a troublemaker." Arthur grumbled. Alfred stopped giggling and tapped his chin while he thought of a response.
"Your tongue is sticking out." Arthur informed him. Alfred tried to see if this was true, but he only ended up cross-eyed and in another giggle fit.
"If I could hit you, I would." Arthur stated bitterly. Alfred uncrossed his eyes and stopped giggling.
"You might," he admitted, "but you'd feel sorry." He rested his cheek in his palm and tapped his fingers on the desk with his other hand.
"Whatever." Arthur quietly replied.
Alfred whistled, and Arthur sat there being grumpy. Maybe it wasn't such a happy day afterall.
