Title: A Book By Me

Summary: I am Student Council President. My best friend, Alfred, is star quarterback and captain of our school's football team. We've known each other for years, and there's no way anything could divide us. Except some unexpected feelings. UsUk. High school AU.

Thank You's to Sophia Lena Duchannes Riddle, MiyatheEarthninja, Canadian Hero, and AlfredUSUK for reviewing!

Um, please, all of you, do bear with all alterations I may or may not make to lyrics. I do not own them, but I still may change them to allow better situation fit. Thank you! I love you all! Or at least SophiaLena, because I actually know her in person. We recently went to our local mall in Homestuck cosplay because fuck it, why not, with another friend of ours. :3 *insert heart here*

Soooooo, I've been pretty bad recently about actually getting shit done, but I'm gonna finish this if its the last thing I write. *determined face*

I find the lack of foul language to be a fucking disappointment, on my part. I didn't want it to be "OHMYGOD, CAN'T I READ A GOD DAMNED SENTENCE WITHOUT SEEING SOMETHING HORRID WRITTEN?" But I wanted it to be there, like a soft reference to the fact that this is NOT for the feint of heart.

And, onto your new chapter.

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Chapter 7: The Chapter Where The Readers Should Open A New Tab To Listen To "Fallin' For You" By Colbie Caillat and Pretend It's Being Sung By A Guy

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This was it.

I was going on the stage in ten minutes.

I was going to die from embarrassment.

Although that's not what everyone told me. Of course, by everyone, I meant Francis, Elizaveta, and Matthew whenever he could catch a break from making sure Alfred wouldn't bolt.

I didn't believe them, regardless of their encouraging words. Alfred would find me inadequate. He had to. I have ignored him for the last two weeks, adverting eye contact, and outright yelled at him a couple times that he or I would ruin everything. I couldn't risk screwing us into the solid core of the Earth.

But I had finally come up with a song to sing! I just hope I cover it well. It'll end up being my first song originally sung by a girl, and I may not seem like it, but my voice doesn't usually go that high. Not that this song goes very high. I'm not stupid.

I'm going to die, regardless of my performance. It's a default. Not really going to die, but still. I'll be personally shamed into my home, and never, ever leave.

Fuck, I'll even hire someone to bring me my groceries if it means I can stay home. I'll even open up some sort of sun-roof so I can still get my Vitamin D, but I can't say I'll use it too often.

I'm loosing focus again.

Focus, Arthur. Focus.

Fo-CUSSS.

Alright, now to get backstage.

I maneuver around the aimless dancers bobbing around on the supposed dance floor, forcing myself over the faux velvet ropes that barricaded the entrance. Every odd stare I got, I simply looked them in the eye with a straight face, then I smiled really brightly. It was a fake smile, but only those who truly knew me would be able to figure that out.

Which is why I had to hesitate at the sidelines of the stage, once the actually booked band's singer left the stage. This was caused by a /i/certain/i/ American male spotting me from the center of the crowd, and even as he was being bombarded by invitations to dance by men and women alike, he didn't give any of them a second glance as he stuck out his arms to create an actually reasonable gap between people that he could walk through.*

I try to advert my gaze, but his eyes held me there like a vice. They seemed to ask "What the hell are you doing up there? You KNOW you have terrible stage fright!"

So, I try to do what I had done to everyone else: give them a great big smile, and they might not see how screwed up you could be inside about certain things, right?

Well, here's the thing about doing that to your best friend since you can remember, and possibly the love of your life - they know you better than anyone could ever imagine. They can make you feel both insignificant and like the most important thing on the entire planet, if not, all of the universes combined almost simultaneously. They can SEE that something is wrong by the way your shoulders droop even a smidgen, how you hold out your arm when you reach for something, and even how you blink. Yes, something as trivial as blinking can still be a gateway for thoughts and emotions.

And that's why when I opened my eyes from the forced smile, I didn't even have to see his face to know he knew I was lying to myself and possibly others about something. Or that I was hiding something. I saw the drawn in look of his forehead before I knew to look away. I'm off on the right half of the stage, and only Alfred had found my hiding place. People had stopped to stare at him in complete wonder, not understanding both why the music stopped, nor the reason their star student had begun staring at the dark corner. I snapped my head away from them, shove my hands into my pockets and kick at the ground dumbly. I glance through the corner of my eye, see that Alfred is still standing there, staring at me. I look away again and blush, knowing the tips of my ears must be revealing this to anyone who could see me.

Wait a second, why wasn't Alfred wearing a mask?

Francis suddenly appeared in front of me, hold up his hands, and sighs.

"Mon cheri, why haven't you gone out and sung to your lovely amour? I apologize for his lack of mask, he wouldn't wear it. He kept saying 'I have to be able to find Arthur, a mask won't help me!' and tearing the godforsaken thing off. Eventually it broke. But, this is irrelevant, you still need to get you ass out there!" He placed his hands on my shoulders, turned me around, and tried his best to push me out onto the stage.

"B-but, wait, I can't, not yet-!"

And there I was, in front of a lot of my classmates and lower class men. I looked out at them, stood up straight, realigned my tie, strode over to the mic, and blushed profusely as I lowered it to my comfortability.

I opened my mouth,

And closed it.

I cleared my throat.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

I saw faceless heads, swimming around in the darkness, laughing at me.

I opened my eyes again, knowing what I saw wasn't real.

I looked down at my feet.

What the HELL do you think you're doing? You need to FUCKING do SOMETHING.

I mentally shook myself and looked up again.

Dammit, Alfred's right there, a twisted mixture of emotions displayed on his face.

I couldn't just break our gaze this time.

I brought my head high, reached behind me for the unused stool originally there for the band's singer, and pulled it close behind me, gently sitting, never blinking in order to keep our eyes together.

I took a deep breath again, and sighed it out. I gave a slightly breathy laugh at myself, closed my eyes, shook my head in exasperation, finally breaking us. I looked up at the ceiling, shook my head again, and waved behind me to get the band's attention and start playing the song I had told them to a couple days beforehand.

I smiled halfheartedly as they started playing softly. I reconnected my gaze with Alfred, took a breath, and held the mic with my left hand, the stand with my right.

"I don't know, but, I think I may just have

Fallen for you, dropped so quickly.

Maybe I should keep this to myself,

Waitin' 'til I know for sure.

"I am trying not to tell you

But I want to

I'm scared of what they'll say

So I'm hidin what I'm feelin,

But I'm tired of holdin this inside my head!

"I've been spendin all my time

Just thinkin 'bout you

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you

"I've had you all my life and now I've noticed it

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you"

I smiled really wide and stood up, having noticed the fumbling male now standing a little to the right of me. I take his left hand in my right, and place my left elbow on his shoulder in order to point the microphone at my still singing mouth. I step a bit closer and try to do a little 'step foreword, step back' thing while not laughing.

"As I'm standin here, and you hold my hand

Pull me towards you, and we start to dance

"All around us,

I see no-bo-dy,

Here in silence,

It's just you and me

"I'm trying not to tell you,

But I want to

And I'm scared of what they'll say,

So I'm hiding what I'm feeling

But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

"I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about you

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you

"I've had you all my life and now I've noticed it

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you

I've fallen for you.

"Oh, I just can't take it,

My heart is racing,

Emotions keep spinning out.

"I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about you

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you

"I've had you all my life and now I've noticed it

I don't know what to do

I think I've fallen for you

I've fallen for you

"I think I've fallen for you.

"I can't stop thinking about it

I want you all around me

And now I just can't hide it

I think I've fallen for you

"I can't stop thinking about it

I want you all around me

And now I just can't hide it

I think I've fallen for you

I've fallen for you

"Oh,

Oh, no, no

Oh,

"Oh, I've fallen for you."

I open my eyes when I realize I closed them as I sing the last line, having stopped 'dancing' with Alfred. I notice that everyone below has huge smiles on their faces. I look up at Alfred and I can see through his blushing face that he has one of his perfect grins at the ready.

I smile softly at him and bury my face in his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Artie, dude, I told you that you could sing!" Alfred boomed, looking down at my head and placing his hands delicately on my waist.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I believe you," I said back, turning my head to look him in the eyes. They were so filled with happiness and love, I felt so dumb as to not realize our feelings sooner.

He just scoffed and patted my head, reaching up with his other hand to take one of mine from his neck. "Ladies and gentlemen, Arthur Kirkland!" he shouted at the crowd, which replied with roaring applause.

I covered my flushed face with my free hand, laughing. "Haha, guys, stop, I wasn't that good!" I tried to deter them, but my voice didn't carry like Alfred's. It dawned on me why it didn't carry: I no longer had the mic. I turned toward Alfred and leaned up to his ear. "Wait, where's the mic?"

He paused and looked around, his eyes eventually stopping at the dropped microphone where we were standing moments before. He pointed to it, but I was already kneeling to get it.

I held it up to my face, again. "Alright guys, was I really that good?" They all cheered in unison, I assume, in agreement. I smiled and blushed lightly, glancing over at Alfred, who stood beside me. He seemed to be waiting to catch my reaction to the students' own, and when our eyes met, he smiled again and took my hand.

It was warm and calloused, like a worn leather coat. His fingers laced between my own, and squeezed reassuringly. I leaned off to the side and put the mic back onto the stand. I pulled Alfred close and placed my hand on his shoulder.

My chest had been so tight, looking into his oceanic eyes, I could've suffocated right then and there.

I took as deep a breath I could, smiled, closed my eyes, and brought our lips together.

Alfred turned his head and let go of my hand in favor of holding the back of my head and threading through my hair. His other hand placed on the small of my back, both of my arms wrapped around his neck.

The tightness in my chest only increased as we parted, both slightly out of breath. Our eyes were half-lidded, and we still held a strong gaze.

His eyes were always so easy to read, but at this moment, they held so much emotion I could only identify a couple: love and happiness. I knew that was exactly what shown in my own eyes as well.

"Ah, Mon Cheri, you have finally spread the amour!" Francis. Of course.

I dropped my hands and stepped away from Alfred, feeling even the tips of my ears heat up. "Yes, bloody FROG, I confessed. Now, if you'll excuse us, it's rather late, and I would prefer for the two of us to be in my own home than share one with you and Mattie, even if we CAN STILL HEAR YOU TWO," I snarled, taking Alfred's hand again and saying to him, "C'mon, let's go. I forgot to feed Merlin before I left, too."

Alfred just put on his dopiest smile before sweeping me up, bridal style.

"Ok, Artie, but only if you let me carry you!"

"Well, at this point, I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" I asked sarcastically, squirming a little to make myself comfortable.

Alfred smiled, kissed my forehead, and started walking down to the exit, where all of the students had created a path for us to walk down.

Like in an incredibly lame teen drama. "High School Queericle: the even GAYER and X-rated version of High School Musical!"

I'm so not funny.

But, whatever.

I don't have to be. I'm the author!

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*: incredibly long sentence is long and kinda boring. Sorry. But this chapter has a SHIT TON of those.

Soooo, as it turns out, NEXT CHAPTER IS THE SMUTTY-LEMONY GOODNESS. And apparently, 'smutty' is actually in the Apple product dictionary. WTF? 0-o;

Well, see you guys next chapter, I guess.

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