"AH!" Alfred let out a cry of defeat as he flips his math book on the floor letting the graded papers he stuffed in there to forget flutter to the ground. "I give up, I can't do this, can't we just get a burger?"

[Name] watches him slump over the desk, picks up his book and tap his head with it, "No, I care for you enough to not let you fail."

"I'll buy ya a burger?"

"No."

"Burger and fries?"

"No."

"Okay, you pushed me to this," he clears his throat and wears his "cool face" before saying, "A whole damn meal."

"Alfred, you're already buying me food for tutoring you...C'mon, let's go through this again."

"Fine, fine..."

Based on our continuous jeering towards each other people began getting the wrong idea at school.

"Are you two dating?"

It's always the same answer from both of us, but I always wanted to claim it first, "FUCK NO."

"Yeah, I hate her!" he always makes that unnecessary claim so I would respond the same way with actual annoyance.

"I hate him more!" it's horrible how we don't even yell it at those who question us, but face to face with furrowed brows. It felt horrible, to me.

Yet, whatever our claims may be, we always found ourselves to be back at each others' side. Eating, playing video games, or studying together. We found ourselves incapable of separating, but it brought me a comforting feel. I'm not sure about him, he was always so hard to read, I never knew whether he was joking or not. I also can't believe he can sneak his way into my house and into...my bed.

You can feel your cell phone vibrating and blasting a recording of Alfred's voice screaming to wake up. "Mm," you turn around, eyes still shut and roam your hand under your pillow to put it back on snooze. It's Saturday, there's no school, as you plop down and your hand smacks on something smooth and you let out a squeak when your finger is clamped. Jerking your head to the side, there he is, the devil himself. His glasses are off, his hair a mess with his everyday cowlick sticking out, and his eyes halfway opened. You snatch your finger back with a blush spreading. As much as you liked seeing his face daily, you hated finding him in your bed unannounced, and then reverting back to being a normal butthole. "Alfred!"

"[Name]..." he groans and yanks the blanket off her legs. "...Let me sleep."

You peek at the window you propped your bed against thinking how you should really lock it, but then he would find another way to break in. He's been sneaking in since freshmen year, but has not began showing up at night and sleeping in her bed until two months back. Probably because his step-brother he has always ranted about is at his house for their graduation. You shook his shoulder, "Alfred, c'mon, when did you come in?"

"...I don't know it was like, late," no shit, you remember falling asleep at midnight catching up with anime.

You hear vibration coming from his pocket, "Your phone is ringing." He shushes you, but seeing that it is sticking out of his back pocket as he flipped over, you took it and answered. "Hell-" in a flash Alfred sits on top of your waist holding your wrists down and nonchalantly talking on the phone.

"Yo," you squirm, but he transfers his hand to your mouth. You can hear someone squabbling at the end of his phone, "Shut yer yap, I'm at a friend's house." You glare at him and start licking his hand, but he only tightens his grip as he tries not to be disgusted, "Y-Yeah, I'll see you later, bye!" He hung up, "EW! God, really?!"

"Oh please, it doesn't make up for sneaking in my bed and pinning me down," he looked down at you for an uncomfortably long time, "What?!"

"Are you wearing no bra?"

You didn't need to look down, you usually sleep freely, but you forget that your white shirt is a little bit transparent, and it's a cold morning. "Get off," your knee aims right in his sack and he curls on the bed. "When I come back I hope you're gone."

Of course he's not. After recovering he sits at the table while you cook bacon knowing it's hopeless to kick him out. "Parents at work?"

"Yup," the bacon sizzled and the oil hisses for your skin. You realize you still haven't changed your shirt, but you remembered the last time you left Alfred with fire and oil. "What, did you and your brother get in a fight?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he never wanted to open himself up, and that one of the parts that irritated you.

While placing the bacon on a napkin you say with a teasing voice, "You know, you're never gonna get a girlfriend if you're not letting people know how you're feeling."

"Yeah? Well, I feel pissed off, happy?" you slide the bacon across the wooden table.

"Huh, funny, I feel the same way too," it's the third year of your friendship, but a tense silence always sneaks its way, building a wall between you two. "I'm gonna change."

"Why are you two alike?"

"What?" his voices contained an accusatory tone.

"Pointing out my flaws, trying to figure out how I'm feeling, it's none of your business."

The argument with his brother must have really been that bad. Usually it was time to say "forget it then" and drop it then and there returning to him stuffing his mouth. However, it's been one too many times, "Oh suck it up, Alfred! We are just worrying over you!"

"I don't need to be worried about, I'm totally independent!" he stood up from the table.

"Oh yeah? Says the guy who still needs help in his math homework!" you gaze into his disturbed blue eyes. "And, to complain like you're still a freshmen, when you're about to get into college? God, you need to learn how to apologize," you face away from him biting your finger.

You can hear the plate scrape off the table and him stomping past you, "I'm taking the bacon."

...

"Are you and Alfred-kun avoiding each other?" asks Kiku as said Alfred takes a turn right when he spotted [Name] across the hall. "...Oh."

"Well, it's his fault," it's Friday, and the last day seniors are required to come to school before graduation.

"Excuse me, miss," she flicks her head to stare at an English gentleman. Although he had bushy brows it did not conflict with his striking light green eyes, shaggy yet primped blonde hair, and his semi-formal attire. She could not help but flush at his presence, "Oh, hello there Kiku, it's been a while."

"You too, Arthur-san."

"Arthur?" you remember now, he was an top student in his senior year while you were still a freshman. He takes her hand and kisses it, "Oh, uh!"

"I'm Alfred's big brother, we never formally met, but I remember you tutored him right?" he still held her hand.

"Mm, yes," you have never been aware the Arthur he spoke of was this one. Handsome, polite and mannerly towards girls, intelligent, and currently attending a prestigious university in Europe. Plus, having never been to Alfred's house until he graduated, they really have never properly met.

His eyes soften, "Thank you, his grades have improved, especially in math. I was worried he wouldn't pass without my help, but he definitely proved himself."

Still a child though.

"No problem!"

"Why don't we share an afternoon tea to-"

An arm snakes through and rests over [Name]'s shoulders, "Hey, we got some studying to do, why don't ya buzz off, furry brows?"

"Alfred!" she hissed, but couldn't shake his arm off. Kiku watches in amusement as Alfred drags her to the exit doors.

"Are they an item?"

"I really don't know if anyone can answer that..." answered Kiku honestly.

...

"What the hell, Alfred?" her head is still trapped in his clutch while her legs struggle to walk backwards. She escapes when they approach an empty stairway, but he places his hands at the side of her head, "What? You've really pissed me off."

He doesn't look like he's having a good time either with the crease between his brows and a familiar scowl, "I'm sorry, okay?"

"...You're infuriating."

"I know."

"You are stuck up at times."

"Yeah."

"Selfish and childish...like when you eat my snacks, sneak in my bed, never say thank you or sorry, shall I go on?"

"Mhmm," it's so weird for him to agree without putting up any defense. She twists her head seeing his face an inch away, "Go on?"

"You...make me feel confused," she lowers her head so she can avoid staring at his lips. "I hate that the most."

"Why don't you," he pushes himself off the wall, "Come sleepover to my house in an hour!"

"What?"

"Oh please I know you don't take that long, plus you don't even wear make up!" he begins sprinting down the hallway, "Cool, it's a date! See you in an hour!"

"...SEE?! THIS IS WHY YOU'RE CONFUSING!"

...

"Hey dude!" he is strangely enthusiastic as [Name] situates herself in his red Chevrolet. It continued to smell new even though he got the car last year for his birthday present. He looks at her choice of outfit with disappointment, "God, you're so casual."Her usual denim jeans with the hoodie she stole from him that had the American flag printed, and her plaid Vans, "I still want that jacket back."

"Ha," she throws her bag to the back. "What's for dinner?"

"Burgers."

No surprise for the usual choice, but she didn't mind as they went through the usual drive through. He already scarfed one burger down when they reached his house, "God, I never see you work out, I bet those burgers go down to your ass."

He opens the door, throwing the bag over his shoulder, "Why, cause I have a nice one?"

"Oh please, the only thing sticking out from your body is that stomach," she gives it a playful pat and giggles when he self-consciously retaliates. "Nice house," she comments, admiring the classic Western design with the porch and shingles.

"Yeah, not as easy to break in as yours," he unlocks the door and the first thing to see are stairs. On the right is an open living room with a large television with video game consoles, and three white couches. On the left is a doorway leading into the kitchen, he gestures her towards one of the couches, "Get comfy," and trots upstairs.

So, she does, if he can plop anywhere he wanted in her house, she can too. Before doing so, she traces her finger on framed pictures of Alfred and his brother. When he was little, happily smiling and being cute to him looking uncomfortable in his brother's company during the graduation ceremony. She gazed at the reflection of the black screen while lazily laying on the couch.

"Where'd ya go?"

She lifts a hand, "Over here." The warm takeout bag lands on her stomach, and she pulls herself up as he jumps over to the television. "Your brother home?"

"No," he shuffles through movies on the program in the horror section, "He's out with friends for tonight."

She gulps down a bite of her burger, "Uhm, okay? I thought you hated horror."

"Yeah, but I wanna watch it! Arthur usually watches with me, but yeah, he graduated and all, studies and shit," he keeps his eyes on the screen before settling on a movie that is rated five stars. The story even sounded promising, "You dare?"

"Pff, do you dare?"

In the movie theaters she would witness him hiding behind his fingers or gripping on his arm chairs, but this time, he held her close at every scare. And then, if the story began progressing slowly, he would cuddle on her arm, leaning his head on her shoulder, and she would stare down at him with bewilderment. There is a point of time where she became engrossed with the story that the next time she looked down, he is enjoying her lap as a pillow while cuddling one. It felt weird being intimate. The atmosphere also felt intimate with the lights off and the television being the only source of light, however, the screams and music buildup killed it.

Well, it's a date right?

The movie came to an end, but she can feel herself drifting to sleep as she props her head on the couch arm. She can hear the instrumental music knowing the credits are rolling as she shut her eyes. "Hey, [Name]?"

"Hm?" the weight left her lap and his hand cups her cheek, tastes like burgers and ketchup. Through the flicker of the television she can see how red his face is, matching with hers. Eyes averted. She reaches for his glasses, keeping the silence between them, and locks lips again.

Kissing him, felt right as she shyly tangles her fingers in his blonde hair and he lowers her head on the couch arm. She can feel the heat building as his body presses against hers. In her hoodie, it felt incredibly warm as he slyly pushes his tongue to explore her mouth. It is an odd feeling as their tongues fought for a while, but neither of them knew how to properly breathe so they broke the kiss. His blue eyes are wide, but he had a foolish grin, "Ha, I don't really know what to do now."

"We can just kiss."

"No way! I think...I want to go the home run."

"Bitch this is only first base! You haven't hit the ball that far to get to fourth!" she nudges him off, but his strength shows as he picks her up and places her on his shoulder. "HEY!" she swung her legs and smacked his back. "Alfred!"

"Yes?" the arm he used to balance her is tucked between her thighs as his hand grasps a butt cheek. "Nice ass."

"Alfred!" she can see him walking up the stairs.

She can feel his thumb press near her crotch and she lets out a lewd sound she never thought she could ever make, "Whoa, that was pretty hot."

"Oh, my god, just die," she can hear a door open and watches her freedom vanish as it shuts. She didn't have a moment to look around his room as he plops her on the bed along with him on top.

"I love you," he chimes with a mischievous grin and watches her face redden. "Now you say it!"

"No way."

He glares at her, "Fine, I'll make you say it," he starts taking his shirt off, "Through," she can hear him unzip his pants, "My," she doubts he is that bold, but there stood his Big Ben, "BODY!"

She covers her eyes in his brash move, "ALFRED! JESUS CHRIST!" She feels her hand taken and fingers wrapped around his warm, stiff rod. "Oh, god," she gulped, being unable to pull it away with his hand holding her fingers in place as he rocked his hips.

"I got a better idea," he leans against the headboard and invites her to sit between his legs. Seeing how far they are going, she begrudgingly pulls her jeans off only and leans against a nude Alfred. "Aw, c'mon, I totally gave you a show."

"Yeah, as if I enjoyed it, you dummy." She gasps, feeling his hands prop up against his legs which spread hers wide, "W-Wait," she nervously watches his left hand sneak underneath her hoodie and fondling her chest. The other reached for her underwear and she sharply exhales feeling his fingers rub against her.

"Dude, you're really wet," she can feel his fingers pull back her panties.

"Shut up."

"And your nipples are up," yeah, she can feel him proving his point by twisting it. "The next thing to do is stick it in right?"

"Hold your penis," she does it for him when she feels him shifting around. "I'm a virgin."

"So? Me too."

"Yeah, okay, good for you, but boys don't bleed on their first time."

He cocks his head with confusion, "...What?"

"Oh my god, Alfred, please tell me I don't have to break out a sex education lesson, right here, right now," the stupid look on his face remained and she sighed, "Do you even have condoms?"

"...What?"

"Well, looks like you're gonna be stuck on third base for a while," she waves her hand in the air, and sits up the bed.

"No way! I sat through the number one pervert in the world's lesson before he went out with my brother!"

"Did he not tell you about condoms and the hymen?!" it's obvious the words are foreign to him. "Okay, when the penis goes into the vajayjay for the first time, there's a hymen, a wall, that breaks and bleeds," he makes a face of understanding and then disgust. "Yeah, not pretty," she stares down at his hard member that still stood up through this conversation. "...Lie down," she pushes his back against the bed, not waiting for a rebuttal and sits on his chest, running her hand on his stomach. He may not have an obvious buff six pack like the German brothers, but his stomach felt firm and soft.

He grabs her waist when she gives it too much attention, "Hey!"

"Sorry, got distracted," she turns her focus back on his staff that twitched impatiently and continued to in her palm. Nervously, she stares at it, moving her hand up and down slowly, preparing by sticking her tongue out, and lightly stroking the tip. She can feel his body jerk beneath her, and bravely holds the tip in her mouth. His hips move again, so sudden, she feels tears break from her eyes, and unclasps her mouth, "Hey, dummy! I can't do it at that pace."

"Why not?"

"Maybe because...it's the fucking first time I have a penis in my mouth?!" has this guy not taken the hint and the claim she made of being a virgin? He should know anyways, he was the only boy she hung around for shits and giggles. For junior prom he didn't even ask, but immediately put a reservation on her when the date was announced. Sitting in his red car, laughing at each others' formal attire, it was then and there she admitted to crushing on him. If only the love story progressed from there...

"[Name]?" she shuts her eyes, he stuck a finger inside, trying to remember the ero-pervert's teachings.

He can see her tremble with two fingers, "Alfred...this is so embarrassing." The heat rushing to her head and the lewd smells made her head feel dizzy as she decides to try once more. She is unsure how to properly hold it until her lips close and he feels the same rush.

They move at their own comfortable pace, not feeling close at all, but enjoying the moment of understanding each others' bodies. Him feeling her moist walls and her tongue familiarize with his (he thinks decent size) penis. However, he lets out a whine when she stops moving, "What's up?"

"What are those?" she points at a box that sat on top of unattended textbooks. She heads for the box, picking and reading it, and then giving Alfred a look of aggravation with an "are you kidding me?" smile.

"What?"

She shook the box and opens it, "These are condoms."

"Oh, Arthur said to use 'rubber' if I'm going to do it."

"Seeing how your brother originated from England, rubber is slang for condoms," she tore a piece off the packet and changes her tone. "Guess I'll have to lead the hero," she watches his brows furrow.

"How do you know how to put it on?"

"Internet and research," she slips it over, wondering if it will cover his whole member, she blushes at his size. "So," it's on, "How do you wanna do this?"

"Well first, get that hoodie off,"he purrs, easily yanking the over-sized clothing off, "You're not wearing a bra...wait a second. Research, no bra, you were prepping for this weren't you?" Seeing how his statements form a pissed off look across her face, "...I love you."

Another arrow thrown at her heart, "Shut up, and lie back down," he gladly does so, but she fails to aim correctly. "Dammit."

He gives a husky chuckle, taking it in his own hands, and feeling the soft flesh clench around the head. She moans throwing her head back as he steadily lowers her down all the way feeling her tightness, squeezing his sanity and self control out. "Does it hurt?" he motions her forward so their lips can meet again, but she can't keep them locked. She is gasping, sweating, as he begins moving. It's sloppy, but she can't tell what is good and bad yet in sex. She can feel the warmth of his bare chest against her cheek and his perspiration. "Sorry," he apologizes ahead of time, clutching her hips and thrusting at such speed. She could feel the pain and clenching in her stomach dispense into immense pleasure and as a result her moans breakout of her stubborn mouth while he groaned her name over and over.

The bed bounced with them, and he can feel her tightening at nearly every move he made, it felt like heaven, he couldn't help but overthrow her. "OH, much better," he growls seeing that he had a better view, and more control of his movement. He can see how red her face is, coated with sweat and exhaustion, partly from his body. The position definitely is better for her as well, she now understands why there are so many sex positions, and she may claim this one as her favorite already.

"Wait," she holds his waist with her legs and lets her hands roam his broad shoulders and intertwine with his messy hair. There is a spark and he reignites it by collapsing into the grip she had over him. Her back arches and he leans his head over her shoulder. "Alfre-" the sudden pleasure is overwhelming and she begins to relate his thirst for sex to his need for burgers. She can feel the shivering sensation coating her body as his skin slaps against hers as the pace quickens. His wet hair brushes against her neck as her head is jerks back as he gives one last call to her name.

...

They lay in bed, him staring at the ceiling with astonishment and satisfaction as she curled up in his blanket. "Wow, we should've had sex long ago!"

"Oh my god stop talking."

"Hey, I never heard you say you loved me," he wraps an arm around his wrapped up gift.

"I love you...idiot," she mutters feeling the stinging pain all over her lower body.

"Let's get married!"