When Alfred woke up that morning he felt like crap.

No worse then crap, he felt as he had been run over by an 18 wheeler who then stopped reversed and then ran him over once again. Never in Alfred's life had he felt so shitty. Alfred proceeded to roll off his bed and lay on the floor for a while, feeling as if he could throw up on the floor. 'Today is Friday, just getting through this and you'll be home free!' He thought trying to be even a little bit positive, but hardly working since he felt so much like crap.

Looking at his clock he groaned as he read 6:30 on the clock. School doesn't start till 9 so why so early! Instead of going back to sleep, he decided to go into his bathroom and take a shower. He smelt worse then he felt anyways so why the hell not? Setting the knobs to the right temperature, he stripped down to nothing and jumped into the shower, sighing contently as the warm water cascaded down his famished body. As he started scrubbing himself he could feel himself feeling better by the minute, but still not 100% of himself.

'Maybe I should stay home today.' He thought, drying himself off and putting on a white t-shirt and boot cut jeans. He refused to wear those stupid skinny jeans; they were uncomfortable and made him look like some emo wannabe. He looked at the time on his clock above the door as it read 6:58 and then looked down at the scale. Alfred bit lip slightly, scales are everyone's worst enemy, but would it be his? Shimmying out of his top and pants he stepped on the scale, and he though his heart had dropped.

"I only lost six pounds!" He hissed as he glared holes into the scale. How could that be possible? He hadn't eaten in almost four days! For fuck sake, he fainted because he was so damn hungry! He wanted to shoot that scale so damn badly, that's bullshit, the scale must be lying! Sighing he put back his clothes and went into his room and found bright yellow sticky notes. Grabbing a pen he wrote down his current weight before putting it on the mirror. Just to remind himself of what a fat ass he is.

Grabbing himself a diet coke and an apple, he shoved them into his bag before Mattie saw. Going onto his computer he decided to type the food he's eaten in his food diary log, so he could look over and see what he needs to cut down on.

'Hey maybe later I could treat myself to some crackers.' Alfred thought, finishing up the log and starting to browse on the internet. As a weight loss ad popped up for diet pills, he remembered he had to take his diet pills. Searching in his bag, he found the pills and went to the kitchen for water. Downing the pills and draining the water, he plopped down and relaxed. That is, until his hunger popped up.

Alfred grimaced as he looked down at his stomach which quickly turned into a scowl. Digging into the front pocket of his bag, he went outside and went for a smoke, then popping in minty gum to take away the taste and the smell. He heard Mattie's alarm go off and he looked at the time. The bright green light on the clock said 7:30.

Picking up his bag he put a note near his computer to tell Mattie he was leaving early. And with that he left for school.

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As groggy as Mattie felt he knew he had to get up. Not only for school, but the fact that he had to make sure Alfred took something to eat with him too. Mattie sighed, he wasn't stupid. He knew that Alfred had been skipping dinner, not bringing lunch and certainly not been having breakfast either. And he was hurt that Alfred would lie about eating the pancakes, especially since he saw Gilbert eat them. Feeling his mood already plummet, Mattie got dressed in a blue t-shirt and a red hoodie with the Canadian flag on it. He liked to consider himself more Canadian, since that was what his mom was before she...well died.

Shaking that depressing thought off he tried to focus on how to make that stupid child eat. He already lost one person he was close to he was certainly not going to lose his second half to any of his stupid idea's! Mattie gritted his teeth in anger. How could their dad not this going on either! Alfred hasn't eaten with them in four days! Or was it more? He lost count after his suspicions were confirmed about his brothers' eating disorder. He couldn't stand the thought of burying Alfred's body for something he could help stop.

Going downstairs, he went into the kitchen to eat something quick and ate it quickly, washing it down with orange juice. Walking into the kitchen he saw a little note in chicken scratch from Alfred saying he went to school early...Man that's weird.

But what really got Matt's attention, was that Alfred forgot to switch off his computer. Looking around, Matthew made sure that his twin had left the house before looking through his files. Coming across one labelled "Food diary" he clicked on it and watched the document pop up. Mattie looked at it in horror, he knew his brother wasn't eating much, but this was way too little! Printing it out Matthew put it in his bag and zipped it up. He was telling Arthur and Francis, they'll know what to do.

"I hope I'm doing this right..." Mattie mumbled as he logged out of Al's computer, grabbed his bag and left for school.

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Alfred really regretted not staying home. As he laid his head onto folded arms ontop of the desk, Alfred was ready to pass out any minute. He just had no energy, maybe he should go to the office and go home.

Until that dream was shattered when the bell rang. Great and now he was stuck there all damn day...Or at least until science. Everyone shuffled into the room everyone taking their seats except for the one near him. And can you guess who sat next to him? Really, guess.

As Ivan fucking Braginsky sat down, he gave him the bullshit smile before taking a double take.

"Comrade, you look awful." Alfred glared at him. Mostly because he was the one to point out that he looked as awful as he felt. Not really up for any arguments or fist fights he hid his face in his arms and mumbled out.

"I feel awful." And with that statement, which had absolutely no remarks or insults in them had gotten Ivan worried. The best part about Alfred was that he was so entertaining to fight with...Well except for fist fights but that`s another time. Ivan just looked at him in concern as he didn`t say another word. As the science class started and went on, Alfred didn`t listen to the lecture and dozing off in a sick haze.

"And now for the science project that you will be assigned. This project will be worth 30% of your mark so I highly suggest you do well and properly. You may not choose your own partner for I have done that for you. Now I will tell you your partners. "

Alfred only heard a bit of that as he woke up for the last part of his teachers' explanation. He listened for his name and that`s about it.

"Lindsey and Maria."

Alfred really couldn`t care.

"Alex and Tristan"

They're going to fail the project.

"Alfred and Ivan."

Don`t ca- Wait what! Hold up!

"You can`t be serious! I absolutely despise that guy and you`re going to put me with him! Have you lost your friken mind! I refuse to do this project, I refuse. " Mr. Millard sighed as he expected the reaction. In truth they were his best students with a passion for science. And the fact that they couldn't work together was such a shame and a waste. If they worked together they would be an unstoppable team. Instead they're enemies that are neither moving forward or backwards and only trying to piss each other off by stopping them from their goals.

In mind, he thinks that if those two work out the bad blood between them by working together, maybe just maybe a positive income will happen between them...Or WWIII but he`s will to take the chance.

Alfred, you are working with Ivan and that`s final. I will not take any complaints nor will I accept any insults towards me. Do I make myself clear? " Alfred looked highly irritated as his argument had been obsolete. He accepted it and Mr. Milliard had decided to let them think of what to do. Ivan just smiled at him. Oh how he couldn`t wait to get home.

"Okay commie, here`s the thing. We are not friends, we will never be friends, but we will work together to make this project awesome got it? "

Da. " Satisfied with the Russians yes he laid back and folded his arms. But of course Ivan had to keep talking, just to piss him off.

"Oh but comrade, we would be such awesome friends da? " Ivan was obviously taunting him. But he couldn`t help but get mad at the Russian for saying something like that.

Ivan, the science fair you stole my blue prints for my project and then you destroyed my project and made me look like a fool in front of the judges. And then guess who one, oh right you did. " Bitter was an understatement. The winner of the fair was pretty much all paid for the collage that had the best science program. And was all paid for under the science association, and it was stolen under him in such a cheap way. Forgiveness? Not in this century, Alfred keeps pretty tight grudges.

"Comrade, that was in grade 10. " If Alfred wasn`t so tired he would punch this soviet bastard so hard in the face that he would be unrecognizable to his sisters.

"Yeah, And we`re in our senior year. Guess who`s going to the collage of the best science program in America? The one I strived so hard to get! " Alfred hissed as he pretty much got up from his seat. He defiantly didn`t want to talk to this ass anymore and he wanted to go home. Conveniently, the bell had rang signalling the next block, and instead of going to English where he would not survive, he went straight to the office. The secretary let him sign out and he was gone home to crawl under the sheets and not see the late of day until Monday.

"Home sweet home." Alfred mumbled as he walked out of the school, his only aim was towards his house with is wonderful warm bed.

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Mattie sighed as he ate the small lunch he packed. He wasn't all too hungry after finding Al's food diary on his computer. Arthur didn't skip a beat when he noticed Matthews's depression and was immediately concerned. The Jones's were like his family, so of course he would be worried about what's eating him.

"Matthew what's wrong?" Mattie looked at Arthur as if he was a kicked puppy. Arthur should know about Alfred's condition too, they were best friends after all. But Mattie couldn't help but let a few tears fall, which made Arthur jump up in alarm.

"Oh Matthew, what's wrong luv?" Arthur cooed, sitting next to the quieter twin as Mattie began to sob.

"I-I don't k-know what t-to d-do with A-Alfred anymore." Arthur frowned as he heard his. What the fuck did Alfred do this time to make Mattie upset.

"What did he do." Arthur sighed as he rubbed Mattie's back in comforting circles. Matt never cries unless it's really bad. Arthurs stomach twisted in anxiety, what could Alfred possibly be doing.

And then it came.

"A-Alfred won't eat! H-he's starving himself so he- so he could b-be thin!" Arthur stomach dropped as he looked at his friend in disbelief. That didn't sound like Alfred...But after all the fat jokes it could get him into something like this.

"A-are you sure?" Arthur stuttered, still trying to digest the information he's been given. Mattie nodded his head as he searched through his bag and found the page of one of his logs. Handing it to Arthur, he stared at it dumbly, not believing what he was seeing at all.

"It's a page of his food diary I printed out. That's all he's been eating for apparently four days." Arthurs eyes widened as he scanned over the page. 'That's all he's been eating? That's not even over 300 calories. And he wasn't in second block either so he must be suffering from the effects of malnutrition. Alfred you dolt!'

Arthur hugged the twin, letting him continue crying, letting out all the stress he had been conjuring up because of his brother. Rocking back and forth, he couldn't help but let a small tear go down his face and guilt start welling up. He felt as if he helped in this, no he knew he did. He didn't defend his best friend when he was being terrorized by all those boys, and hell even took a few hits at his weight once or twice...or five. God! He was an awful best friend!

'I'm sorry Alfred for doing this...I'll help you as much as I can, I have to repay you in some way.'

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A/N: And here you go. Sorry for the delay, but it's up and running. I'll be honest with you guys; I actually had this for quite a while. I just needed a few touch ups here and there but I was to lazy to do it so sorry! Anyway hope you enjoyed it and you won't forget to review!