A/N: I know that a lot of people who read this are going to want a lot of Alfred/Arthur romance stuff to happen quickly. I don't want that. It'll develop throughout the story and then they get a full blown romance.
Arthur walks up to the three-story blue Victorian. It looks fairly large in comparison to his two-story dark gray French Colonial. He takes a deep breath and knocks lightly on the door hoping that anyone but Alfred answers it.
After about 5 minutes of waiting he decides that no one is going to answer and prepares his crutches to leave, when the door opens. In front of him stands a tall, black haired, blue eyes woman with a plate and rag in her hands. "Oh I'm sorry about the wait. I though Alfred would have answered the door but I guess not. Who are you by the way?"
"Oh, I'm Arthur, Mrs. Jones. I am here to work with Alfred on a project for English Literature."
She chuckles, "of course of course. Come inside, oh and it's Ms. Jones." She escorts Arthur inside to the foyer. "You can call me Aria, by the way. I'll get Alfred and He will be here in a few minutes. Again, I apologize for making you wait outside Arthur." Aria smiles at him and then heads up the stairs.
I guess he looks like his father then. Ms. Jones seems really nice, compared to her son. Arthur leans lightly against the wall of the small room while he waits for Alfred.
"Hey Kirkland," Alfred walks down to the very last step and looks at Arthur "come one, we should be getting started on that project. Follow me faggot." That bloody asshole. Arthur sighs and follows Alfred up the stairs to his bedroom which was surprisingly significantly larger than Arthurs. He sits on Alfreds' bed and leans the crutches on the end table. "So have you thought about which poet you would like to do for the project, asshole?" He gives Alfred a sickly sweet smile as the last word makes its way off his lips.
"Not really. I kinda thought that you woulda chosen the poet since you're top of the class. But then again I expected ya to pick a girly poet or something since you're a faggot ass pussy." He looks over at Arthur is a sleepy way and smiles. "So who did ya pick?" Alfred stumbles over to him and plops down on the bed.
Arthur could smell the alcohol reeking off him. Why is he drunk? He looks at Alfred and gives him a stern stare. "Just so you know I decided to choose Edgar Allan Poe. Now stop being a jackass and shut your bloody mouth you wanker." Alfred laughs and grabs Arthurs elbow a bit roughly, "ya di'n't answer meh question from class today. Why did ya jump from da window?"
He jerks his elbow into Alfreds' right pectoral, out of a knee jerk reaction from when his step-father still lived with them. Arthur yanks his arm free, only to be pushed off the floor by Alfred. "Why'd ya hit meh Artie?" He puts a fake whine to his voice and stands up to look down at Arthur. Asshole.
"That is none of your business. I didn't mean to hit you anyways Jones!" He glares at Alfred, but he can feel that he isn't really that mad at him and can't keep it as hard as he used to. The boy above him blinks and then gives Arthur a warm smile, "I haven't known for ya to be one ta lie so I guess it's okay." He reaches down and pulls Arthur to his feet, supporting him so he could keep his balance.
What is this man up to? He gives Alfred an unsure look, "just what are you up to Alfred?" The taller teen shrugs and gives a light chuckle. "I don't really hate ya Artie."
Wait…He what? Arthur opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by a loud crash of thunder. The surprise causes them both to topple to the floor in surprise.
A pair of warm arms holds Arthur to the body as they fall to the floor. Arthur pushes himself up and sees that he is on top of Alfred. His hair effortlessly falls down his cheeks and easily hides his blush. "I think we should be getting to work now Jones." He grabs onto the bed and hoists himself onto it and pulls out a folder from his bag. Alfred gets up a few seconds later and sits next to Arthur.
"So who's Poe?" He looks at Alfred and blinks in amazement. Is he really that stupid?
"Edgar Allan Poe was a poet from the 1940's. The three poems of his we are going to be doing will be Annabel Lee, A Dream within a Dream, and Alone. These are not girly poems." Arthur pulls out the first poem Annabel Lee and hands it to Alfred to read, "Now read that" and points at the paper.
"It was many and many a year ago,
in a kingdom by the sea,
that a maiden there lived whom you may know
by the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea."
A/N: This came out different than I had anticipated. But oh well, it is as it is. Oh and reviews would be well appreciated. You don't have to, it's just a suggesten.