Short and Sweet
IV: Serenade
The first time Alfred saw him, he was walking down the street with a large, unfolded map in his hands, being rotated this way and that as he tried to figure out his location. Alfred, bemused, propped his arms on his guitar and watched in much bemusement as the bespectacled blond nearly ran into a tree.
"Maple…" he heard the man mumble, and he wouldn't have thought in a hundred years that he, Alfred F. Jones, would find another man just so cute.
He watched as the other male - presumably a tourist, judging by the backpack, camera slung around his neck, and the hopelessly lost expression - gave a frustrated sigh and sat himself down on the curb, just a few feet away.
Alfred could barely bite back his grin as he gave a strum of his guitar, and then: "My life is brilliant, my love is pure."
The man took no notice of him, proceeding to draw his knees into his chest and burying his face in them.
"I saw an angel…"
Alfred made sure that the last word was just a little bit louder and that strum of his guitar was just a little bit harder.
This time, the man did look up, golden tresses brushing an exposed neck - then he turned and looked straight at Alfred.
"You're beautiful," the guitarist continued, refusing to be deterred by those gorgeous indigo irises. "You're beautiful, it's true."
A curious expression spread across the other's face, and Alfred halted his strumming, grinning back at him cheekily. "You lost?"
The blond made a weak gesture at the crumpled map in his lap. "Is it that obvious?" His voice was slightly accented - maybe Canadian?
Alfred licked his lips. "I can help, if you want," he offered, slinging his guitar over his back. "I know this city like the back of my own hand."
The other chuckled slightly, getting up. "I owe you one." He gave a crooked smile, blinking almost shyly behind his wiry-framed glasses.
"Nah, dude, don't worry about it." Alfred held his hand out for a handshake and, when Matthew took it, marvelled at how…easily their hands fit together. "I'm Alfred."
"I'm Matthew."
And so began their tour.
(Their first meeting would eventually lead to a first date, first kiss, first love, then first time.)
(But that's a story to tell for another time.)
a/n:
Getting sidetracked from Songbird, blah. Dx