Hey, guys! This is the new chapter, I've been kinda wanting to throw in new characters but I have to write the obvious first so yeah- this is kinda long- and I don't want to hurry things along but sometimes I feel like I'm just writing day-to-day actions! I don't mind but I'm pretty sure the action is what we all want so please wait a little longer!
Changing Part: III
We sat across from each other, waiting for our order. My arms were crossed in front of me- watching Matthew scrolling down on his phone, face unwilling to look to me.
Was he angry? I bit my upper lip, he was looking at a dark page-reading with a glum expression.
"What are you reading?" He gave me a sigh, turning his phone off- and slipping it into his pocket.
"Nothing. Just school stuff." He shuffled a bit- reaching for his cup of orange juice.
"School's over." I gave a small smirk, "What were you really reading?" He gave a slight nod.
"Well, someone thinks he knows something?"
"I always know something. Now, what were you reading?" Matthew's cheeks perched a bit.
"Nothing you should know about." I rose a brow,
"Excuse me?" I uncrossed my arms,
"You're excused." I opened my mouth about to say something. "I'll be back- I have to go to the bathroom, okay?" I closed my mouth, not wanting to continue to argue with this kid.
"Go then." He got up, walking past me. Sometimes this kid is begging to get smacked, I sighed sitting back. I reached in my pocket, slipping out my new phone. It was only 12, we could eat here for a bit- and then head home. We change into our suits then head to the wake at around 6, people start coming at around 8 and then we would finish up at around 10. Should I get something for dinner then? What should we eat tonight-
"Alfred?" I looked up, seeing blonde hair tied into a bun, apron over waist and red and white striped shirt with a small diamond pattern looking like a sophisticated rug pattern. I sighed a bit,
"Hi, Natalia." I lifted my lips giving a smile. She looked around for a moment, sinking down to the seat in front of me. Oh, right? I forgot her parents own this place. I felt myself feeling stupid- why was I speaking with so many people today? She crossed her arms,
"Alfred I'm sorry- I heard about your Mom…" She lowered her head, and I just gave a shy smile.
"Thanks." She folded her arms, "At what time is the wake again?" I blinked for a moment.
"Eight, you coming?" She nodded puckering her lips, "How's your Dad?"
I smiled again, "Fine, I guess?" A glum look crossed over her face, worse than Matthews.
"Sorry, for asking but were your parents married?" This was weird,
"Yeah." I shook my head, "Yeah, why?" She sighed,
"Well, I only ever saw your Dad at the games-"
"She wasn't a fan of sports."
"Or your Debates?" I was kinda getting annoyed, yes my mom never attended anything I did but that didn't mean she didn't like me?!
"Dad was a stay a homemaker- Mom always worked." She nodded, slumping forward a bit. She opened her mouth a bit,
"I just never really saw her- only when I went over to your house."
"Yeah, she was kinda reserved." She nodded and fumbled a bit putting down her notepad.
"Umm. Alfie?" I nodded, seeing her pull back a few strands behind her ears, "Would it be okay if I make you some dinner?" I paused at this, giving her a thin smile.
"Yeah-yeah?" I nodded and let out a sigh, "Actually I was going to order something from here- but I couldn't decide on what, so can you pick something for me?" She gave me a proud nod, and I smirked. She was sweet, kinda weird- but sweet. I never really liked her, she was just sort of a groupie- she was pretty but sort of crazy I always thought she would be better off with liking someone else. Tony usually since they always argued but many now Torris. From what I remember Torris said he had a crush on her- so as Bros do, I won't look at her in that way. Not that I really wanted to.
"I was going to go see Tony later, the kid doesn't want to eat the food they're giving him!" She crossed her arms, buffering something.
"Yeah, they gave him steamed spinach. I think they may kill him in there." She gave a giggle, making me better- she was happy I guess.
"Yeah." She let out a sigh, "Alfie?" I looked up a bit seeing her pressing her lips a bit. I felt myself giving her a brazen look.
"Who are you?" Natalia and Me turned our heads up, seeing a very annoyed looking Matthew. I pressed my eyes, I knew Natalia had an attitude which gave no surprise how she responded.
"Excuse me?! Who the heck are you?" She stood, gazing her eyes into him. Matthew sucked his teeth, looking towards me.
"Who is she?" I looked to Natalia, eyes angry at the way he blew her off.
"Mattie- She's my-"
"I'm his girlfriend." She said it very slowly. I froze. "Who are you?" What? This person's lost their goddamn mind. Quickly, she looked over to me stepping forward and pushing Matthew back a bit.
This was the first time I saw this look cross over Matthew's face, the look of absolute anger. "Who is he, Alfie?!" I could hear the awkward silence, but then the worst thing came out from the one person who was always the calmest in this situation.
"Hahaha…" Matthew's low chuckle became loud and coarse, he throws his head forward holding the edge of the table. "Hahaha! Holy Maple-Haha!" He throws me a look, "Alfie?!" Suddenly he whipped back his hair giving her a scary glare, "First of all you aren't his girlfriend. You're just saying that to make you feel better than the other girls, eh?" He was really serious about this, wasn't he? I saw the smirk consume his lips, "Second, I'm the one person who can make any 'girlfriend''-" He lifted his fingers in the air exclaiming, "-his ex-real quick." He turned his head to me eyebrow raised, "Now, who is she Al?" I gave a small giggle, only to her dismay. She looked a bit flustered, so I did what I had too. I stood, crossing my arms over Matthew. He gave a small giggle, as I pressed my lips over his nose, gripping his face. His eyes shined happily at this. I turned back to her, eyes large and mouth ajar.
"He's your-your-!" I smiled a bit.
"My baby brother." She squinted a bit, Matthew crossed his arms- but then puckered my cheek.
"Twins to be exact." He sounded so proud- for once. I kept my arm around his shoulder,
"Y-you don't have a brother?!" She looked completely appalled at his presence.
"Sure I do." I looked over to Matthew, "He's right here." I smiled a bit, "Matthew this is Natalia, Natalia this is the person I love most - Matthew my little brother."
The car ride was silent again,
(I don't know where I'm going,
But I don't think I'm coming home
And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end.)
I heard him rustle, but he wasn't on his phone. We ate in silence, I paid and we left. He didn't even say anything else to Natalia. How did I screw up this time? I want to speak, but I know he'll only ignore me- but I can't stand the silence-
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend." I gripped the steering wheel tighter,
"I didn't think I needed to." He sounded angrier at my response but it was true. He only spoke to me once this week- it was the day after mom died. After that we've all been silent, but still! He spoke this morning, what make today any different?!
"So, she is your girlfriend?"
I sighed, "No."
"Then tell her that. I don't like her even pretending." Was he jealous? Again? It was cute when we were younger now it was just kinda frustrating. I reached out a hand, turning quickly to him placing it over his hand.
"She's a girl I know, she's nice and I won't be with her, okay?" I could hear his breathing from here. "I think a friend likes her too- so I'm just trying to set 'em up."
"Then let him figure it out- I don't want you ever being around her!" I gripped his hand,
"Calm down, Blue. She's coming around tonight-"
"You invited her?!" I rolled my eyes, pulling back my hand.
"I didn't know that was a problem, Mattie?"
"It is! Who told you to invite that chick to our Mom's funeral?! I don't like her!" I sighed, turning my attention away from him.
"I invited her before you didn't like her, so cool your tits." We entered our neighborhood, crossing the thickly forested park. He seemed to be boiling, what could I do to keep him from erupting?
"Fine." I tilted my head a bit, looking to the seat. He was gone. I stopped the car, slamming my hand across the horn.
Beep!
"Fine, fuck you, Matthew!" I smacked it again.
Beeeeep!
"Fuck You!" I sped down the street, crossing into my street and speeding into my driveway. I parked carelessly, turning off the car, I slammed my head across the steering wheel.
Beep! I threw back the seat belt,
Crash!
I turned my head, eyes wide at the broken window. Shit! I touched the a thick chunk of glass that fell on my lap, only for it melt on my fingers- it flowed down not drying, but dripping. How did I break the window? I bit my upper lip hard. I paused taking a deep breath. I regretted it instantly. The glass hardened, and I felt the steam flow off, and the scent of burning cloth? Glass? I don't know but it was horrible! I was immune to heat I guess- I didn't feel a sting or anything, but the glass sharps were a different thing. I lifted my hand staring at the clear glass- covering my bandaged hand. I for once was happy about this thick cloth. I smacked my hand over the steering wheel,
Crash! I regretted it, the cloth didn't help the now bleeding hand. I quickly unspun the wrap holding up my bloody hand. I held it panicking,
"Ughh?!" I shuffled around a bit, contemplating opening the door or ripping off some cloth to cover-ugh? Oh?! I cut myself earlier! I used the paper- I took my other hand reaching in my pocket- seeing the wrinkled paper with small dabs of blood. It'll have to do until I get inside! I unraveled it covering the bloody mess. I popped the door open, holding my hand I stumbled to my feet. Rushing across my yard- I hit the door- That pricks in there. I kicked the door-
Bong!
Bong!
I couldn't panic, I had to stay calm the moment I couldn't let my breath run out of control not here-
Bong!
Bong!
"Matthew open this fucking door!"
Clack!
Bong!
Bong!
"I will kick your ass, open the fuckin-"
The door peeled open a bit, "What?!" His eyes quickly fell to my bloody mess, "What did you do you fucking idiot?!" I pushed him aside, rushing inside- where did we leave the first aid kit!? I ran to the table tossing the soaked sheet on it, unraveling the paper towels. I quickly wrapped my hand, sitting down.
"Matthew?!" I heard shuffling, but he ran into the dining hall eyes in horror,
"Al-Alfred?!"
"Get me the Fuckin First Aid!" He nodded turning back and running to the kitchen. I was trying to keep calm, but seeing this idiot take the long way around instead of just walking behind me was just ridiculous. I rose a brow, it didn't really hurt but the red was kinda not fun to look at- just bad things. Matthew fell into the room, hand carrying a thick box.
"I found it-" I stood up, taking it from him. I sat back in my seat, unveiling the spiked hand. I could see large shards in my hand, I popped open the box- finding it at the top being held by a thin plastic cord. Tweezers. I fished it out, slowly pulling at the larger strands. It hurt, bad.
"Ow!" Every single one of them, I had nine in total. As soon as I pulled them out a small puddle of blood would fall, giving me the impression that I should be taken to the hospital.
"I'll call 911!" I turned to Matthew bitter face.
"No!" I pressed my eyes, "Go get the stuff from the car- I can fix this!" I could hear the hurt in his tone, but he did as he was told leaving me to pluck smaller shards. I knew how to fix this, I stood up a bit taking the rubbing alcohol. I gritted my teeth, I popped open the bottle- pouring it over my wound. "Ahh!" It stung like a-
"Alfred?"
"Dad?!" I spun around, his eyes quickly ran to my hand.
"Really?" He wasn't even panicking, he slowly made his way over to me- he took up my hand and sighed. "How?"
"Window, car-" He poked it a bit, "Oww!"
"That's your punishment." He pulled me to my seat, kneeling next to me, "Now let's fix you up."
My Dad straightened my tie almost choking me, making an annoyed face at my gaging.
"Matthew, don't pull your sleeves." He nodded, quickly fixing his. "Okay, we look- okay?" He let a sigh out.
"Alfred? Throw out the garbage when we get home- it full of your blood so you deal with it, okay?" I nodded, and Dad walked in front of Matthew. "Matthew? Alfred said you used your powers in the car?"
"I-I-"
"You did?"
"I did." He sunk his head,
"Okay, well I'll call someone to fix that tomorrow- Alfred, don't bleed until we get home." I nodded again. "Now, let's go."
I signed the paper handing it back to the man,
"We'll bring in the food, and set it up okay?" I nodded, pointing back.
"Yeah, my Dad's helping fold napkins in the back right now, I'll go let him know you're here." He gave a nod, but his eyes trailed to my hand- bandaged and unseen. "Ahh-" I ran it through my hair, "I smashed a window." He nodded, raising his eyebrow. I pressed my lips a bit, "I bet it wouldn't smash...I lost." He gave a small chuckle as I joined in.
"I'll bring it in then?"
"Yeah please." I turned back, walking to my Dad. He was seated in the back, turning back a silk napkin. "Dad? The guys are bringing in the food."
"Ahh yeah. Here hold this-" He sat up giving me the folded thing. I stared at it but took his seat. Matthew angrily tossed through a bucket of unfolded napkins, taking one up and folding it.
"How do you do it?" I asked looking puzzled at the folding.
"Do what?" He grabbed another one roughly folding it.
"It?"
"What, it?" He was getting angrier and angrier at every question.
"How do you do the foldy thing?"
"Say foldy thing again, and I might kill you." I put the napkin down, sitting back. I placed the napkin, tapping my finger on the table. Matthew looked up, seeing my fingers he looked back to his folding,
"Want to say something?" He crossed his gaze to me,
"No," I smirked, placing my head in my hands.
"Yes, you do. Now say it?" Matthew frowned down to his hands.
"Are your hands okay?" I felt my smile growing.
"Yup." I lifted my hand showing him, "Sept for the fact that I will live new scars for the rest of my life." Matthew's face drooped. "I'm joking, I've broken plenty of windows to know I won't get a huge scar." He pressed his lips, angry.
"If you're fine, then go work on something-"
"Oh.. No, I'm too hurt for that!" I pressed my eyes closed, too tired to really exaggerate.
"Your an idiot." He glared at me, "Go, get the wine- and put it out." I grumbled lowly, but stood leisurely walking to the back- we were showed around a while ago. Dad did own the place, ugh.
"Dad, I'm getting the wine!" He turned his head, nodding to me.
I scampered behind a corridor giving off a small door, I entered.
It was dark well dark enough for a funeral home. Dad used to be a mortician, it was weird to visit him at work- and even weirder during career day. He was good at stichting but even better at cooking. Just kidding, he sucks at that too. Mom just made more, but Dad was allowed to buy a new place every time we moved just to make a bit extra on the side.
Achoo!
I sneezed, lifting my sleeves to my nose. It was muggy, I sighed but felt around the side finding the switch.
The room was lit, the light a nasty orange glow that was hurting my eyes. I peeled my eyes open attempting to find the large wooden boxes. At the end in a tight corner, it was stacked in fours. I staggered my way around photo frames, and urns. Dad was really unorganized wasn't he? I pulled back my sleeves, tossing one down and scooting another one with my leg- I lifted another one into my hands. I pushed it to the door, scooting back everything in its path. I kicked it with a hardy push- accidentally throwing out a couple frame. I bit my lip, bending down to stack the two boxes. I bent down, pulling up the silver frames. Flipping them over- most blank.
I let a frown consume my lips. It was a dusty photo sure, but it was clear as day my mom. She was smaller than what I remember, looking like a fifteen-year-old. Bright hair, large smile- child in hand. I've never seen a photo of my mom holding me? I turned it back, slowly peeling the small movable hooks on the back. I took it apart, taking up the photo.
1999, Matthew and Mommy.
Matthew? We don't really have any photos of him. This is when he was born right? Then-then what? I placed the frame back together,
"Mom?"
"Alfred?!" I spun around, standing quickly tossing in the frame the closet- folding the photo into my pocket. Ugh.. I bent it! Angry, I slammed the door- rushing back I took up both boxes, making my way out with a rush.
"I got the wine, Dad?!" I felt a hand take a box uncovering my face. Matthew gave me a thin smile, I nodded.
"What's wrong?" Matthew cracked a smile, "Did you see a ghost back there?"
I was left in the front, to greet people. The first to come was some co-workers of my mom, they came to give their respects and chitchat with my dad. I've gotten kisses, tears and nothing more. People brought roses and wore black. Kinda formal, I handed out pamphlets- and introduced myself. Mom didn't have many friends, but Dad did. All people came to give their condolences to him- heck I even heard a person giggle, saying they didn't even know Dad was married. I pressed my eyes, slapping my face with the papers.
"Honestly, could you not hurry?" I took the papers from my face, offering up a slight smile- eyes closed.
"Thank you for coming, we hope you-"
"Ah!?" I pushed back a bit, peeking an eye open to see an older woman. In her forty-year-old woman, her skin a deep tan- giving off a red tone. Her eyes dark, that matched her dress- her black hair being held back by a large hat as she clutched a bag in her hands. She looked lovely, I guess she knew someone here.
"Hello, Mam'-"
"Mam'?" I pulled my hands to my mouth, did I say something wrong? "Ailbert?!" She screamed, I didn't know anyone named Ailbert, and her tone seemed angry. Who was she?
"Excuse me, umm did I perhaps say something wrong?" She squinted a bit, looking a bit flustered.
"What Abagale?!" I knew that voice, who was it? My eyes grew a bit in horror.
"Did you get Alex to come?!" I felt my eyes cross, Alex? Who is that? I think I-
"Yes-Oh?" I almost fell back on the man's face. "Alfred, I didn't think you'd be at the door?" I turned back to the older woman, her lips lifted to a smile.
"Hello, sweetheart?!" She sounded almost as if she was going to squeal. She's so happy at a funeral- I looked over to the man, Mr.J. He grinned a bit,
"Is she-" He nodded,
"Lovely isn't she?" He sounded so sarcastic, but it was weird. I had an another Grandmother. She jumped forward, pulling in my head. She was a tall woman, as she lowered my head, kissing my head- she pulled back holding my cheeks. She did the same to my cheeks, wrinkling her nose.
"Alfred?!"
"Yes." I was a bit quiet, she pulled my hand tugging me into the door-
"Aww!" She snuggled into my arm, "Alfred, my little boy. It's been too long!" I have never met this woman, I swear. She led the way, pushing past the group of people. It was like she knew where she was going- I felt a tug on my suite. I looked back, pausing seeing Matthew with an awed look.
"Hi, Mamie!" She waved a hand to him, not stopping as she pulled me away. I used my body as dead weight, shifting my head over looking to Matthew- he was hugging Mr. J, and seemingly having a conversation! Did this bastard know these people?! I felt myself being swept away- clearing the room, she seemed to find what she was looking for, my Dad.
"Adam?!" He turned his head back, eyes large at her grip over me. He looked back to the woman he was speaking with and he must have excused himself as he almost ran back to me mouth a bit pressed.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Adam?" She shook her head, "I found my big baby!" She lifted our bound hands, "I haven't seen him for a long time Adam-" She gave a large grin, pulling me in- "My big baby!" She pressed her lips on the side of my face.
"Mom!" She broke the kiss looking up at my dad.
"I know," She said shaking her head, "Come here I'll give you a kiss too-" She let me go, reaching up to my Dad's face, he pulled back.
"Mom, not now-" She drew her arms to her hips,
"Excuse me?" He pressed his eyes.
"Mom, you're not at a family reunion!" Her eyes were locked on his mouth, "We are at the Mother to my children's funeral."
"Amelia was a nice woman. She would want you to kiss your mom!"
"Mom. Lay off-go. Where's Dad?" She paused,
"Probably with Matthew-"
"Jesus Christ, Mom go get him!" She rolled her eyes,
"No, go get him yourself- I want to sit with Alfred." How old was this woman? My Dad shook his head,
"Mom, Alfred was handing out the pamphlets! Let him go back outside." My Dad bit at the end of his words. She sighed, but let me go.
"Alfred, go on we'll speak later!" She waved me goodbye. Without a moment, I sped away not even overthinking the fact that I was running away. I went back to my spot handing out pamphlets, ones that explained the life of my mother. It wasn't long, she died at the age of 35. She was a respected Lawyer, with two children. She didn't have many friends, and Grandmama refused to attend. I don't know why, but she must have a good reason this was her only child. Grandad was here too- so maybe she just didn't want to face the fact that her daughter was dead. I don't think anyone did. We were quiet, all of us- mom was a figure no one appreciated. Now she was gone, and we were all here saying goodbye for the last time. I pulled my pants a bit sitting at the edge of the small staircase.
"Alfred?" I sat up, smiling.
"Natalia, hello." She paused at my feet, I looked over to her parents. Both tall and beautiful, mother pale brunette, and her father a platinum blonde. I handed them the pamphlet, smiling a bit. "Please go in, we have wine- and everyone is preparing to eat." Her Dad nodded, taking up his wife's hand and making their way inside. She gave me a glum smile,
"How-how are you feeling?" Horrible.
"Okay, I guess." She lifted her arm sliding it over my sleeve.
"Alfie, about what happened earlier-"
"It's okay. I know you just didn't know him-"
"That doesn't matter." She let her hands fall into fists, "He's your brother! Your twin to make it worse!" How did that make it worse? Is it because we were born together? Maybe the fact that someone duct taped my face on his? She suddenly got closer, woah too close. She reached a hand to my cheek- stroking my face. "Do you think he hates me?" She whispered. Why did she whisper? I didn't know?!
"Well, you see-" She leaned in kissing my cheek.
"Al?!" I pulled back, eyes large to Matthew. He was smiling until he caught the glimpse of Natalia. He rose a brow, a frown on his face, arms crossed. "Hello?" I could hear the anger rising from him. He slowly staggered down, in front of me and Natalia. My stomach feels as if it fell in on itself the moment I felt Natalia's clutch over my arm, holding me.
"Hello, Matthew." She bowed her head a bit, did she really bow? "I feel like we started up on the wrong foot, I am Natalia Arlofskaya it is a pleasure to meet you-I am Alfred's girlfriend." I could feel the anger leaving my little brother. He was going to murder this poor girl in her sleep. I told him the truth too- I was trying to set her up with Torris but she was ruining it! I could hear his breath, that when he just turned to me,
"Mamie wants to eat with you, hurry will you." Oh, my god, he has not acknowledged her, "Bring her if you want." He turned and left. Jesus, he was being nicer than what I remember. She was silent, and I knew she knew how much Mattie hated her. I cocked my head to her,
"Want to come eat with my family?" She gave a faint shake of her head.
"I think it's best you sit with them." She shook my hand, "I'll make my way into the family soon enough!" She lifted her fist. What? How in this wretched world are you ever going to make your way into my family? She grinned, and gave me a push."Go on!" She scooted me forward.
I smiled a bit, "No, you go first- I gotta.. Shoelaces untied?" She nodded slowly.
"I'll see you inside then." I nodded, letting her go in. If Matthew found her- even by accident I don't want to be a part of that. I have a feeling this wake isn't going to be so good. I let out a sigh, unbuttoning my suit. I would live through this.
It was surprisingly loud for a wake, no one really seemed to care about my mom. All there to speak with Dad- all woman too? I knew some of these bitches simply came here to flirt with my newly widowed father. I don't think they expected him to be a father of two, though, Uncle Alex was here as well. He chuckled along, seriously these people probably thought this was a fricken family reunion. Grandad sat in the back, telling Matthew he should have joined the eagle scouts and learn about cool slip knots or my favorite the trucker's hitch knot, or when Mamie refused to stop hugging me and demanded to feed me. Uncle Alex himself told me that he would send me the number but I don't remember what the number was, I guess I'll find out soon right? Tony's mom even showed up, and huddle with my Dad and offered to help clean up. Natalia left our dinner in a smile sort, and my grandparents left as well, grandad gave me a note telling me to call grandma when I got home and kissed me goodbye. I snuggled in my seat seeing Matthew angrily wiping down a table, only for him to stop and reach behind him. He tossed down a black jacket in front of me.
"Go home Alfred, will you?" I noticed it was mine, and he continued to wipe the table. I stared at the jacket, then at him.
"W-what?"
"Go home."
"Mattie-" He slapped down his rag, staring straight at me.
"What?!" He stared at me, glasses tipping forward a bit."Go. I don't want to repeat myself." I opened my mouth, shocked at what he said. I stood, eyeing him.
"Excuse me?"
"Leave. Now!" I stood up, grabbing my jacket.
"Fine, ass face." I threw back my chair, walking away. My steps were loud and I felt myself being stupid, just as my Dad entered the room- holding chairs eyebrow raised at me.
"Where are you going?" I passed him, not bothering to respond. I was tired, and I didn't feel like explaining myself. "Alfred?"
The door slammed behind me as I stormed out making me feel like an idiot. Oh well, I wasn't going to sit there and listen to Mattie call me out. Ass Face? Really Alfred? Is that what I want to leave with?! I stomped the ground a bit, I was going to walk home. The brush winds brought my teeth to chatter, Angrily I slipped over the jacket, it was warmer but not much well. I lived close I guess, but just far enough to make me know I would be walking for a while. I slipped out my phone, guess calling Granny would help. I fished in my pants pocket, I wasn't home but I also needed to speak with someone. It was 10 and dark- kinda scary.
I dialed slowly, finally taking up the phone to my ear.
Ring!
Ring!
Rin- "Hello?" I smiled a bit hearing my Grandma's voice.
"Hey Nana, how are you?" I heard some steps in the background,
"Hold on for a minute sweetie?" I heard a click of the door, "Okay, how are you, Alfie?" I smiled at my name,
"Good Nana, you?" I heard her give a large sigh.
"Ahh, as well as a poor old lady can be." I pressed my lips,
"Sorry Nan."
"It's good sweetie, I'm the one who should be sorry." Her voice cracked a bit, "I couldn't even go to my child's funeral.."
"Nan, It's not your fault if I was you I wouldn't have either." My voice reflected the sound of muffled tears.
"S-she was m-my child! My baby, it wasn't supposed to be like this Alfie! It wasn't!" More sobs erupted and I felt my heart break, but I still didn't feel the tears rolling down my face. "No mother should ever have to bury her child, no mother!"
"Nan, she's in a better place- please remember that she loved you-" I felt my voice break down a bit, like a crack. "She loved you, just like you loved her." I felt her wipe some tears.
"I know honey. I know." She seemed to be trying to compose herself. "It much harder for you."
"Grandma, can I tell you something?" I could hear her seemingly worried,
"Anything."
"I think that somehow- somehow it was my fault."
"What?"
"I-I was the one who found her and that day I-"
"Alfred, it is not your fault." I heard her give a small snicker, "It was just your unlucky day to be the first home, It was no one's fault." I loved her, the only grandma could make me feel this good.
"I-I"
"I heard you got your powers, sweetie?"
I sighed a bit, "Yeah, it's weird they're-"
"No, no. Do not say it!" I paused, "You are not to speak of them, not to anyone! Do you understand?" I silenced myself.
"What?"
"You are to not speak of them to me on the phone, only in private and at my house!" I snickered a bit.
"Okay, Grandma, whatever you say."
"But tell me are they cool?!"
I smirked, "Striking cool!"
"Ahh. That's nice- oh! How is Matthew and your Dad?"
"Fine, I guess."
"Oh, well I guess that would be usual… Sweetie, are you sure you feel comfortable staying at your house?"
"What?"
"I-I mean are you okay, in your house?"
"I guess it's my house-"
"Alfred, you know if you ever need me. Grandma's house is always open, right?" I smiled,
"Even though it's across the Atlantic?"
"Even though it's across the Atlantic." She gave a giggle, "Now have you been eating alright?"
"Yes. Enough, Nan."
"I would cook you up something good if I could Alfie."
"I know, maybe I'll come visit you soon!"
"It's summer vacation, yes?"
"Yup, and I'm ready to sleep in tomorrow."
"Sweetie, don't do that it's bad for your health." I let out a harsh breath,
"I know, I and Grandad were gonna just go help out the Eagle scouts- teach them knots and such, or maybe just go fishing- we haven't decided yet?"
"You do that sweetie's heart, but be careful- rope burn could damage your fingers," I smiled and lifted my hands. I held my phone over my shoulder keeping it steady, my wrapped fingers and the small blood drips from my right arm.
"I doubt that Nan."
"So, sure aren't we?"
"Pretty much." I shrugged a bit giving off a chuckle, "I'm great with rope, besides grandad would be with me, right?!"
"That old coon will get you killed if you're not careful, Alfred."
"Such beautiful words from his wife, Nan."
"Ahh. Don't tell him that, he'll cry."
"I bet he would, Nan."
"Are you home yet?" I looked at me for a moment, I was just passing up the park. I knew I was close to home now,
"Soon, just taking a walk in the park."
"Through a park? Are you alone?" I smirked a bit,
"Yes. I come here a lot Nan. I'm safe." She didn't seem convinced making an unsure noise. "I'll stay on the phone with you until I get home-" I turned my look just a smidge to look forward a bit seeing a figure. I moved a bit, hoping to just pass them only for them to turn and halt me. I looked up, seeing some small dude in front of me. Dark blonde hair and Emerald eyes-?! "You!?" His lips pulled up into a smile a bit,
"Hello, Alfred?"
"What- Alfred?!" I heard Nana's scream blare through my phone, my ear hurt at her shrieks. I lifted the phone- moving it to my lips,
"I'll call you when I get home, Nan." Just as she is about to protest, I hung up giving up a sigh. I turned my attention to the guy in front of me, still in front of me.
"Hi, ugh?" He grinned a bit lifting his hand to his chest.
"How foolish of me-" He shook his head, "I never introduced myself, did I?"
"Nope." I paused thinking back, "No, I don't think you did."
He gave a small smile, "I'm Arthur Kirkland, I apologize for not introducing myself properly before." He tilted his head a bit, pulling up his hat a bit. That's when I noticed his outfit, a top hat- with a matching suit. He stared down to me, "Ahh. You seem to look quite dashing in a suit!" I lifted a brow, and he seemed to get the message that I didn't want to be complemented.
"Yeah." He sighed a bit, I rose my eyebrow just tired, "Sorry to sound like an ass, but unless you have some business with me I'm gonna go-" I turned a bit getting ready to leave.
"Wait!" I rolled my eyes and I turned back a bit.
"Umm. I-I'm sorry to hear about your loss."
"Thanks but I really should be going-"
"I knew her." I paused a bit, "She-she was a family friend…" I turned to him.
"Family friend?" He nodded, lowering his head a tad. "Okay? She's dead now, what do you want?" He took a small step forward,
"Could I perhaps speak with you?"
"We're talking now." He gave me a weak smile.
"Elsewhere?" I shuffled a bit, hunching my shoulders.
" ?"
End:Changing Part: III
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