CHAPTER TWO: Oh no… he's hoooot

"Uh… uh… uhhhhh." Alfred couldn't tear his eyes away from the most gorgeous being he has ever seen in his life. 'How… what…. when… oh sweet mother of god I am so fucked.' He thought to himself. His and Arthur's eyes were glued together and it seemed as if neither of them could look away; until Matthew cleared his throat.

"AH! Oh. I think uh- that um… we lefT THE ovEN oN!" Alfred shoved the pan of brownies into his mothers hands and quickly made an escape. He heard Mattie say something behind him but his thoughts were too jumbled to pay any attention to them.

"What the hell, Alfie? What was that?" Matthew came up behind him. The Jones didn't move back into the same house. But they did find an available one just down the street. Keeping his fast pace and trying to catch his breath at the same time, Alfred's mind still spun at a million miles per second. "HEY." Matthew raised his voice sternly and grabbed Alfred's elbow.

Alfred winced at his brother's risen tone. Matthew didn't get angry a lot, and he was almost too quiet to ever hear in regular conversation. But when he did raise his voice it would send shivers of fear down anyone's back. Matthew and Alfred shared a lot of the same traits. They looked like they could practically be twins. Both with blond hair and glasses they were easily mixed up.

Alfred finally stopped and bit his bottom lip then turned to face Matthew. They were out of view of the Kirkland's house, but somehow he could still feel Arthur's green eyes staring into his. "Explain this to me. You two… you just froze in front of each other. Is there some kind of… I don't know… unresolved sexual tensio-"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE MATTIE. THE LAST TIME WE SAW EACH OTHER WE WERE TEN! WHY WOULD YOU THINK- … Goddamnit." Alfred crouched down in the middle of the street with his face in his hands.

"I'm just sayin' Alfie. He reacted the same way you did." Matthew pointed out.

"Really?"

"Really." Matthew's never seen his brother like this before. Sure there were some girls and even guys back in America, but he's never had the occasion to see his brother like this before. If he had to guess, he would say Alfred's a little love-struck. "Now. Let's go home, turn the oven off and then come back, alright?"

"Oven? What?" Alfred stuck out his bottom lip in confusion, while Matthew pulled him back up to his feet. They began the walk back home.

"That's what you sputtered out when you realized you were staring a bit longer than a normal human being." Matthew smiled to himself while Alfred's face went red from embarrassment. They walked the short journey home.

The Jones arrived yesterday morning and already had half of their boxes unpacked. They've been moving around so much that they had become quite the pros at unpacking and repacking their belongings. Of course Matthew and Alfred wouldn't be living with them anymore, they were just staying for a couple days to help them out a bit.

They're going to share an apartment closer to town. His parents moving back and into a different house made Alfred a little hurt inside. He had hoped that they could've gotten their old house back so… because… reasons. Although he'd never admit it, he wanted the old house back so he could always look to see if Arthur was home when he was visiting. But that's a bit creepy.

Deciding to move back to England wasn't a hard decision. Both Matthew and Alfred got scholarships back in America. A full ride to any college of their choice. Any University in London would do for Alfred, he didn't care. Going for a major in physics and a minor in engineering he let his parents pick the best college for him. Matthew was going into social studies and psychology and the same school offered both courses.

Having the moving truck drop their own boxes off at their apartment before going to their parents house made it a bit easier on them. Turning the oven "off" they turned around and walked back down the street. A deep rumble interrupted their comfortable silence. The sound of a growling engine accelerating in the distance made the road shake from where they were standing.

Peering down the street a shiny black motorcycle ripped past them as they stumbled to the side of the road. The rider wore a black leather jacket and a deep red colored helmet. They turned and watched as the motorcycle disappeared around the corner. Along with the extreme amount of black the motorist were wearing they sported a guitar case on their back.

Both still blinking in surprise, they continued towards the Kirklands. Not bothering with knocking (old habits die hard right?) Alfred just walked in through the front door. Finding all of the adults sitting around the kitchen table sipping tea Alfred noticed that Arthur was no where to be seen.

"Alfred hon! Oh, and this must be Matthew! It's so nice to meet you." Mrs. Kirkland eyed them both. Matthew responded politely as usual as Alfred kept looking around for Arthur.

"If you're looking for Arthur he's already left." Mr. Jones said as he might of been smirking into his cup of tea. Pulling out a chair next to his mom Alfred sat as a plate of cookies were scooted closer to him. Matthew sitting next to him they started a nice conversation about what they were planning for their future.

"That's such a good school! Yes, Arthur already finished his sixth form and college for his music." (AN: Sixth form is like extra schooling for certain tests you can take. As an American I had to research this, so sorry if I misunderstood #BlameWikipedia.) Alfred's attention was immediately gained at the mention of Arthur's name.

"What?" Alfred asked.

"Well if you weren't so busy turning the oven off you might of heard it right from Arthur instead of us." Alfred's mother eyed her son carefully. "But if want to know…" She trailed off. He stared at her waiting for someone to continue.

"As you know already Arthur was in piano lessons when you were still here." Mr. Kirkland started. "And when you left he seemed to have a lot of free time and he didn't quite to know what to do with himself. His music teacher recommended that he expand his musical talents. So he picked up guitar, saxophone, vocals and that other one…"

"Bass." Mrs. Kirkland spoke.

"Ah yes, thank you dear. So with all of those instruments under his belt he did quite well in musical studies. Even traveled the world a bit." He sipped his tea while Alfred's mind spun. 'So that guy on the motorcycle… that was probably Arthur. Oh god I'm really fucked now.'

"Humor me Mr. Kirkland." Matthew spoke. "Does Arthur own a motorcycle?"

"Yes, he does. How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess." Matthew's eyes slid to Alfred's and a tiny smirk tugged at the ends of his lips. He was sooooo gonna kill Mattie later.

"After what happened to Peter, Arthur sort of… changed." Mrs. Kirkland stared into her tea cup. Mrs. Jones rubbed her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. Alfred knew that something happened to Arthur's little brother after they left, but he never knew what. The Jones had moved all over America that it was hard to keep in touch with the Kirklands.

"I don't understand." Matthew tilted his head to the side. Alfred kicked him under the table.

"No it's fine, honey." Mrs. Kirkland smiled sadly. "The summer after you left Peter got hit by a car." Alfred's eyes widened. "He received some pretty severe head trauma, and it left him deaf. He was in the hospital for some time… but he's completely recovered now." She smiled.

"So… do you all know sign language now?" Alfred asked.

"Yes. It's easier to learn than you think. Arthur was the most eager to learn it actually, I think that he didn't want Peter to be alone during the transition." Mr. Kirkland explained. "But I think it was about a month after Peter got home from the hospital that Arthur started… dabbling in some new activities." Mr. Kirkland chose his words very carefully.

"I'm sure you noticed, Alfred, that Arthur doesn't look like the type to wear sweater vests anymore." Mrs. Kirkland giggled and smiled sweetly. "But we accept him no matter what he does. As long as it's safe."

"You're so accepting of him. I don't know how I would feel if Alfred started putting holes in his face." Alfred's mother put her hand to her chest.

"Oh believe us. We didn't go down without a fight." Mr. Kirkland nodded to himself. "I swear that kid was this close to making us go insane." He sighed and looked off into the distance. "But one day he came home with his hair all colorful and holes in his jeans and we just knew we shouldn't push him too hard to be like we imagined him to be."

Everyone nodded around the table and sipped whatever they were drinking. Alfred rested his head in his palm and thought while everyone started talking about the weather. While Alfred was going to pep rallies and football practice Arthur was becoming a total badass. Hopefully the next time they meet he'll be able to actually form complete sentences.

Maybe.

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Arthur watched as the boy with the bright blue eyes who had turned into a man that he couldn't recognize anymore walk away. 'How could I think that someone has sexy shoulder blades?' He thought to himself.

"Oh right. The oven. I better go with him. He doesn't do well with hot things." The unfamiliar blond man quickly glanced at Arthur and turned around into a jog.

"They're so weird sometimes! Arthur! Look at you! You've become such a young man!" Arthur let Mrs. Jones pinch his cheeks and he couldn't help but smile. The woman was practically his second mother.

"Please come in." He gestured them inside, holding the door open. They thanked him and handed him the pan of brownies that had previously been tossed into Mrs. Jones' hands, as her son made an escape. 'I'm so doomed sweet Jesus fuck.' He tried to get the new image of Alfred out his head.

The adults fawned over each other for a few minutes before everyone was seated at the kitchen table with tea in their hands. "So Arthur, what are you doing these days?"

"I actually just finished my Bachelor of Music."

"Oh! How exciting!" Mrs. Jones squealed. "Alfred and Matthew are just going to start college this year, maybe you could show them around sometime." Arthur nodded and excused himself for a moment. He walked upstairs to grab his guitar case, he should really be going soon, he had rehearsal at five and it was already 4:30.

He walked back downstairs. "Well I have leave, but it was nice seeing you again Mr. and Mrs. Jones." He held out his hand and Mrs. Jones just got up and hugged him. Returning the hug but keeping it brief, then turning, he shook Mr. Jones' hand.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other soon." Mrs. Jones clasped her hands together. Arthur smiled politely.

"I'll see you later this week, alright mum? Tell Peter I said hi." He kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Uh huh. You be careful alright now? OH!" She leaned in closer to his ear. "Also, tell Berwald that Tino from the library says hello." His mother whispered the last bit. She volunteered down at a local library near where Arthur used to go to college. Tino was a small Finnish man who owned the place, although he couldn't be more than 25. Arthur also started to tutor at the library to pass some time and gain a little extra cash.

He said his final goodbyes and walked out through the garage. Pulling the straps of his case on like a backpack he made sure his guitar was secured. Then shoving on his red helmet and firing up his bike he kicked the stand back and rolled out of the driveway.

'Better get my mind off of Alfred or I might crash.' Accelerating a bit faster than he intended down Winchmore Hill Road, he nearly ran over two civilians. Seeing a flash of blue eyes, he cursed himself. 'Fuck my life.' The images of strong legs and large hands just kept sticking to his brain. He tried to focus more on the road and where he was going rather than how absolutely attractive his best friend was now.

Driving into the more populated parts of London he pulled up behind a local pub. Parking his bike, he strolled in through a back door and weaved his way through empty stools and inventory. "Yo Brit, you're late! You totally put a cramp in my awesomeness!"

Arthur sighed and knew that this was going to be a long ass pratice if he didn't get Alfred off his mind; and fast. Hopefully the next time that they see each other they'll actually have a real conversation.

Maybe.

I hope you guys are enjoying this. I have so much planned for this story just- EMENGHGHGHH. I promise there won't be too much heartbreak, but a little won't hurt anybody ;)

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