Hey there. I'm back :) Lol, I really don't have much to say except for my dog died Sunday, but that's it. Lol, I just saw this epic British Airways commercial and I was like 'AIR PLANE!' :D It made me super happy and I was wondering if it was the US Airway one and then was like, why would they use a British guy to narrate? But alas, it was British Airways. Arthur immediately popped into my head when I saw one of those small airplanes like the Boeing Stearman. It is officially my favorite commercial. Enjoy the tenth chapter :) Oh yeah, we're finally on the double digits.
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When Alfred passed the window in the hallway in his house, he had to stop and back up a few steps to double check if he had seen it correctly. He stared out the window, not believing what he was seeing. This was awesome.
Alfred had been looking out the window for about a minute before bolting for the phone, jabbing in Matthew's number. He ended up having to put the number back in at a slower pace for he ended up calling someone else. It wasn't likely that Matthew was awake, giving that it was ten to six in the morning.
"MATTIE IT'S SNOWING!" was the only thing Alfred yelled into the phone when he was brought to Matthew's home voice mail. Slamming the phone back onto its receiver, Alfred searched hastily for his mobile, flipping it open and jabbing at its buttons. He opened the text function and began punching in a message to Arthur, wondering if the Brit got up this early in the morning as he did so.
[American Idiot]
ARTY ITS SNOWNG!
After sending the text, Alfred went straight for the front door and geared up to go outside. As he pulled his gloves on, Alfred opened the door to be met by the crisp, cold Minnesota winter air. He loved it. With a huge grin, Alfred bound over to the snow piling up in his front yard, packing together a small snowball before rolling it around, it gradually getting larger. There was already two feet of snow blanketing the neighborhood and it was coming down still. The snowplows had gotten to the snow probably half an hour ago, only to have three inches of snow covered up their work.
Alfred stopped and straightened his back out when he felt his cellular vibrating in his jeans pocket which was covered by thick snow pants. Alfred pulled off a soggy glove and dug his hand into his pocket, under the snow pants as well before extracting his phone and flipping it open. He grinned when he saw that it was Arthur.
[Artie]
Yes, I can see that Alfred.
[American Idiot]
com oer art im makn a snwmn!
Alfred began pushing the snowball with one hand, not really having to bend over giving that the snowball was now an enormous size. He could still easily push it though, giving that he was stronger than he originally appeared.
[Artie]
I'm sorry Al. I cannot come over now.
Alfred pouted, though he knew that Arthur couldn't see it. He then immediately brightened up at the nickname he had gotten out of Arthur. He wanted to dance in circles and cheer, but settled with excitedly typing his reply before holding his phone to his chest as if it were Arthur himself.
[American Idiot]
Plz arty?and thksyoo fur caling mee al!
[Artie]
No ALFRED.
Alfred smiled at the reply Arthur had sent, able to picture the Brit's red face. He stopped rolling the enormous snowball he had created and started on the second one, crawling around in the snow as it grew. He finished it before actually texting Arthur back about half an hour later.
[American Idiot]
dont mk me cri arty :(
[Artie]
I'm positive that you're not bawling your eyes out at the moment Alfred.
Alfred chuckled and hauled the large snowball up on top of the first one he had made, letting out a huge grunt as he did so. Happy with his work, Alfred stepped back to admire his work before starting the last snowball as he texted Arthur.
[American Idiot]
plz com ovr arty! D: im lonely
[Arthur]
Later.
He grinned widely at that. He was happy Arthur was coming over, now he could hang out with Arthur! He had asked Arthur again if they could hang out more often a few days ago, but the other had simply turned a light shade of red and ignored his question, changing the subject to something completely different. Alfred sometimes got irritated, but didn't pry if Arthur wasn't comfortable with it. He didn't know why he wasn't comfortable with the topic, but he wouldn't question Arthur—the Brit could get cranky when he was embarrassed. Unfortunately for Arthur, his embarrassed crankiness was cute. But Alfred still didn't pry.
[American Idiot]
thnx arty! :D
He pocketed his phone and returned to rolling the head of the snowman full steam ahead.
A couple of hours had passed and Alfred was working on his third snowman by the time Arthur's car slid, literally, into Alfred's drive way. Alfred stood up to greet the British pilot when the shaggy haired blond literally fell out of his car, face planting into the snow. It was unintentional, but Alfred still burst out laughing, bounding over to the pilot to help him to his feet.
Arthur was muttering angrily to himself and he pushed Alfred away from him. Pouting, Alfred pulled Arthur back down into the almost three foot blanket of snow. With a yelp, Arthur landed with half of his body on top of Alfred, said American laughing joyously as Arthur began screaming profanities at him.
"Come on Artie! Loosen up a bit!" Alfred grinned, wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck and pulling him into an enthusiastic hello hug. Arthur immediately pulled away, face red and stuttering horribly.
"Sh-shut up! I'm just fine, you should tighten up a bit," Arthur huffed, his large eyebrows furrowing as he glared down at the young man lying in the snow below him. Alfred sat up as Arthur scooted off of him and stood up, brushing the snow off of his coat and jeans. "So I almost got into an accident seven times for this?" he cocked an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips.
"Sorry…" Alfred stood up as well, looking a bit hurt at Arthur's sour words.
"Ugh…no, it's fine Alfred, I'm just a bit stressed."
"Yeah, heard the ice is pretty bad," Alfred commented.
"It's not only the ice on the road that's stressing me out Alfred," Arthur sighed, rubbing his forehead, his fingers freezing cold at the touch, not wanting to think of his problems at the moment.
"Is it Bonerfoy?" Alfred asked, tilting his head to the side. Arthur just stared at Alfred for a long moment, his brain processing what Alfred had just said. He then burst out laughing. Alfred grinned, though he didn't exactly know what was so funny and was worried for Arthur's mental state with how hysterical he was getting. "What's so funny?"
"Francis was right, you do have a good sense of humor," Arthur chuckled, smiling up at Alfred. Arthur's smile was beautiful and Alfred made sure that he'd memorize it and cherish it giving that this was the first time Arthur had given him this smile.
"Oh! Hey, do you like my snowmen?" Alfred asked, motioning over to the three huge snowmen residing in his front yard. Arthur, who had calmed down significantly, glanced over at the three creations. "They're like a family!"
"They rather…large…" was all Arthur could say. Seriously, they were huge. He was surprised that Alfred was able to push around the enormous snowballs that were the bases to the snowmen. They were impossibly huge.
"I was making them when we were texting!" Alfred grinned childishly, a hint of triumph in it as he bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet. Arthur hummed and Alfred eventually invited the Brit inside.
As the two entered the warmth of Alfred's home, Alfred asked if Arthur wanted anything. The American knew well enough that the Brit would ask for tea, but asked none the less and alas, his prediction was accurate. Unfortunately, he didn't have any tea.
"Uh…I don't exactly have tea…hey! How 'bout some hot chocolate? I can make that and it's way better than tea," Alfred grinned, already making his way to prepare two mugs of hot chocolate for the both of them. Arthur huffed, but let Alfred do so anyways wordlessly. He wasn't risking getting into a car accident just to get some tea.
"Alfred, I believe that you should improve your spelling and grammar.—It's atrocious and makes me sick just looking at how much you've butchered the English language. Now, I seriously am surprised that you're even passing your English class, haven't you see—wha-what are you doing Alfred?" Arthur had begun chewing Alfred out about his spelling and grammar, but had become flustered when he felt Alfred hug him from behind. "I-I'm serious…wha-at is with you and hugging?"
Alfred pressed his cheek into Arthur's hair, a huge grin stretching his lips. "I told you, I like hugging you."
"A-and you've been really affectionate these last days," Arthur added as if he were attempting to prove a point. His face going red when he felt one of Alfred's hands lightly massage his side unconsciously. It felt good, but Alfred was being very affectionate lately and it was slightly bothering Arthur. "Alfred! Please, you're being a little too nice!"
Alfred didn't say anything, intending to spin Arthur around so they were facing when someone knocked on the front door. A bit disappointed, Alfred let Arthur go and trudged over to the front door, opening it to the sight of Matthew.
"Why are you here?" Alfred grunted irritably. Matthew cocked an eyebrow at Alfred's moodiness and shifted his weight onto one leg, placing a hand on his hip. Alfred sighed and let Matthew in anyways.
"Why did you make my father almost go deaf over snow?" Matthew questioned back as he untied his boots after hanging up his winter coat. Alfred took a moment to realize what Matthew was talking about before remembering that he had called Matthew early in the morning. He grinned sheepishly and itched at the back of his head a tad nervously at the look Matthew was giving him.
"Hey Matt…you know me, I get excited ya know?" Alfred chuckled nervously and Matthew sighed. "Oh, hey, what unit are you on in history class?" Alfred asked, changing the subject. Matthew didn't exactly know why Alfred wanted to know what he was covering in history class.
"The Italian wars with Kiku, why?"
"Just curious, ey Artie, what are you on?" Alfred turned his attention to the pilot that was still a bit red in the face from the physical contact that had been shared between the two not too long ago.
"The French Revolution," Arthur answered, scrubbing at his cheek with the palm of his hand and the tips of his fingers, trying to force the blush away. "Seriously Alfred, why are you asking about this?"
"I told you, I'm just curious. I'm just that kind of guy," Alfred grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Alfred headed into the kitchen, pouring the hot chocolate powder into the hot water in two mugs before offering some to Matthew who politely declined.
"Say Alfred, what are we doing for Christmas and New Year's? It's already December and we need to make plans," Matthew questioned as the three entered the large living room, huddling around the fireplace that had been started up before Alfred went outside. "Sorry if I sound kinda like an organized freak to you, but I need to know so I can make invitations and the such," Matthew continued.
"Oh, Christmas will just be family stuff, so no need to make any invitations for that. I'm going to throw a huge party for New Year's though, so you'll have to make lots of 'em!" Alfred grinned. "I'm so excited for both too! Hey Artie, wanna come to the New Year's party? Please? It'll be amazing, promise!" Arthur sighed and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. His dad would obviously be off drinking again for both celebrations and he didn't exactly have anywhere to go. What would he do without Alfred?
With a huge sigh, Arthur looked back down at Alfred. "I guess I could…" and he was swept into a bear hug. "Self-control Alfred! Have you ever heard of it?" Arthur wailed as he was shaken back and forth in childish excitement displayed by yours truly.
"Thank you Artie!" Alfred sang. "Oh! And would you like to come see the school play? We're performing next week! Please Artie? Please tell me you'll come! I promise I'll do my best during it! It'll be fun too!" Alfred was basically on his knees, hands clasped together as if he were praying as he begged at Arthur's feet. Arthur was truly embarrassed at Alfred's actions and sent an almost helpless look at Matthew, requesting assistance.
"Ugh, what play is it?" he asked when Matthew refused to help him.
"Footloose! It's about a guy that moves into a town that has outlawed music and unsupervised dancing and he like, saves them from that law!" Alfred grinned before jabbing a thumb into his chest. "And I'm that guy of course!" and Arthur had to roll his eyes at that.
"I'll see if my schedule allows it," Arthur nodded his head before sipping the hot chocolate in his hands. Truth be told, it was good, but tea beat it hands down.
"Oh! Wanna go ice skating? The lakes aren't frozen yet of course, so I thought that going ice skating would be fun!"
"Your thought pattern is very spontaneous Alfred," Arthur sighed. "And I am not going ice skating thank you very much," he made sure to add, watching that chipper look slightly fade from Alfred's face before coming back full force.
"Nonsense!"
So Arthur soon found himself at an ice rink, his ankles hurting from the awkward bending they'd have to go through whenever Arthur lost his balance. He wasn't one to ice skate like Matthew, who was obviously showing off, skating at high speeds and performing flashy maneuvers. Alfred was pretty good at ice skating, leaving Arthur to be the beginner.
He'd never ice skated before, having never bothered to come to an ice rink before and since it rarely got cold enough for the lakes to freeze over enough to safely walk on, Arthur never had a chance back in England either when he was young.
Arthur grunted when one of his ankles bent in a funny direction, making him loose his balance. "Alfred! I hate this, my ankles hurt!" he almost whined, though denied that it was even close to a whine. It was a complaint. "Alfred!"
Alfred laughed as he caught Arthur when one of his legs slid in the wrong direction, Arthur now being pretty damn close to doing the splits. The pilot was clinging to Alfred's jacket sleeve like his life depended on it.
"C'mon Artie, you'll do fine!" Alfred grinned, helping Arthur straighten out before pushing him out in front of him, making Arthur slide for a brief moment before one foot turned inward on itself, making the other topple to the ground just as Matthew expertly skated by.
"Show off!" Alfred heard Arthur bark at Matthew who stuck his tongue out at them. He was then helped up by Alfred who was laughing at Arthur, the Brit now very humiliated with his situation. He was falling over, not improving and Alfred, another guy, was helping him. If you thought about it, people might mistake them for a couple. "I can do this on my own," Arthur bit, shoving Alfred away from himself and began skating on his own, though his legs were awkwardly bent.
"Daaw Artie, you're such a meanie, but whatever you say, good luck," and the American was off. Arthur huffed and silently fumed to himself, skating on his own in a rather amateur way.
He was about to quit when another guy, around his age, skated up to him.
"'Ello, you don't exactly look like you're 'aving the best of times," the boy pointed out. He had shaggy blond hair much like Arthur's, though it was longer and a shade paler. He also had a thick Australian accent, Arthur noted. "What're ya doin' here?"
"Forced here by a bloke," Arthur grunted. The Australian boy laughed, helping Arthur straighten himself up when one of his feet went off in the wrong direction.
"Yer British! Didn' know yer accents could sound so cool!" the boy chuckled. "Name's Marley by the way," he finally introduced himself.
"Arthur," if Marley didn't give a last name, Arthur wouldn't give a last name. "Well, the Australian accent is sort of similar to the British one is it not?" Arthur questioned. "Might have to ask Alfred or Matthew to compare," he added more to himself than to Marley. The Australian grinned and said that it was a good idea.
The two of them were talking to each other happily the next half hour. Apparently Marley had moved here because his father had gotten a job in America back when Marley was seven. It was a wonder how he still had his Australian accent. Arthur told Marley that he had moved to America when he was about twelve years old. He wasn't exactly comfortable with talking about his past with people he barely knew, so that was all he had given away.
Marley was an open book though when it came to his personal life. He reminded Arthur of Alfred, for the other would speak his mind most of the time, sometimes the most random of things leaving his mouth.
Arthur was about to reply to something Marley had said before someone sped by, swooping Arthur into their arms. "Hi Artie!" oh, it was Alfred. Arthur found himself being twirled in fast circles giving that they were on ice.
"Alfred, self-control! Gods!" Arthur wailed as he was being spun in circles, trying to wiggle out of Alfred's grasp, but then again, the momentum might send him flying. Alfred finally stopped, setting Arthur down who once again, was dizzy and ended up having to be caught by Alfred who didn't let him go that time.
"Eh, who's this?" Marley grinned widely, curiosity shining in his eyes and seeming undisturbed by the public display of affection Alfred was so fond of.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred jabbed a thumb into his chest before hugging Arthur tighter. "And Artie's mine!" he added, acting like a child in Arthur's eyes. But what he had said still didn't fail to make his face go red.
"Alfred, you dolt, I am not a possession!" Arthur growled, trying to wiggle out of Alfred's arms, but to no avail. He was just too strong. Marley on the other hand, simply chuckled and tugged at the collar of his shirt.
"Ah, no prob guys," he turned and seemed like he was about to skate off when he turned to look over his shoulder with a large grin plastered to his face. "You two look perfect together by the way."
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Hm…not exactly content with how long this chapter is. I'm trying to achieve four thousand words per chapter, but am failing epically at doing so. It kinda makes me sad. Oh, and prepare for some epic shit to go down next chapter :D Please review, I really love to hear what you guys think. Peace out my friends :)