Note: Sorry about the format failing in this story, trying to update from a tablet and, as a result, there isn't a way to do regular line spaces, which is really annoying =.= Shall try to update again tomorrow!
There was little said between them from that day until the end of the week. Not that Arthur spoke to anyone other than his family on most days anyway. Whenever they passed in the hallways, a small smile as exchanged but nothing more than that. However, just the basic contact was enough to make the darker blonde feel like there was a connection between them, like there was a bond starting to form between the two gradually through the remainder of the week. Although, he could easily be wrong; he'd never had a proper friend before and had no idea as to how to tell whether someone was simply being polite or genuinely wanted to be a friend. The whole idea of having a friend confused him beyond words, which was ridiculously surprising consideing that most of the time he knew exactly what he wanted to say but simply couldn't find any suitable time to speak his mind.
As the weekend approached, the talk of the different parties started again and naturally Arthur realised that he would either be with his family or out alone for the whole weekend. With a light sigh, he walked towards the gates and unconsciously looked around for the boy that he had become acquainted with. Upon realising that he had probably gone, he started walking towards his own house in silence. His head was clearly in the clouds as he walked; his head was tilted slightly to one side and the peculiar look on his face seemed as if he was deep in thought. The young boy walked into the house in the same manner, walked straight to his room and sat on the edge of his bed until he heard his mother calling him.
"What is it?" He asked quietly as he went into the main room where she and his three older brothers sat. Each of them stared at him with a blank expression, but his mother's lips were slightly upturned to reveal a tiny smile.
"Cael told us that a guy asked for your phone number earlier. Apparently the guy seemed genuinely shy about it instead of the people who try to get your phone number to laugh at you, so he gave it over." The young blonde's eyes widened.
"He... Did what?" Arthur couldn't believe his ears. His brother had given out some of his details without asking. It could be some creep or bully or stalker for all he knew, but that didn't matter, apparently.
As if to confirm it, his phone rung moments later. Naturally, he slipped it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID before tensing up. Unknown number. He took a deep breath then answered it with a simple, "Who is this?"
"Hey, Arthur, is that you?" The familiar smooth, strong voice asked. Said person felt his heart stop at the sound of the voice. Him. His brother had given his number to that guy...
"A-Alfred?" he stuttered quietly as he left the main room and ran back up to his bedroom. Not a word that the American said went in until he said the words 'meet me' together in a sentence.
"What? Us? Meeting? Weekend?" Arthur asked in an embarrassed tone. Not once had he been invited out anywhere by anyone, not even as a joke. Not that he would ever accept if anyone else asked.
"Yeah, that's what I said," he laughed, "You're such an innocent one!" The darker blonde blushed red and finished the conversation as quickly as possible without listening to much else, apart from the location. As the other boy hung up, he simply flopped back on his bed, rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands before standing again and going back down to the main room.
"So, what was that about?" Allistor asked with a smirk as he entered the room again. Arthur blushed and sat down stiffly on a chair.
"I was asked out for Saturday. Just me and them. Would that be okay, mum?" His deep green eyes glanced over in the general direction of his mother, who nodded slightly. Until his youngest brother stood.
"Is it a date? I swear, you'd better have asked her out rather than the other way 'round! And if she's screwing with my little brother, I'll kick her ass, girl or not!" Both cheeks turned a darker shade of red as the young boy shuffled in his seat.
"It's a boy, and as far as I know it isn't a date because we've only spoken twice despite the fact that we have the same classes most of the time."
For the rest of the night, his brothers mocked as much as possible and made him more and more nervous about meeting the other boy. But the next morning, even they seemed nervous for him. "I'll walk you over there so you don't get attacked or anything," Allistor offered just as Arthur was about to leave. He simply shook his head and straightened out his sweater-vest, before going out of the door and making his way to the forest by the park. The walk was short, but he easily managed to make it last much longer than it was meant to be then checked that only Alfred was at the meeting point. Which, luckily he was.
The American grinned upon seeing him approaching. Without warning, he pulled the small Brit into a tight embrace and simply laughed as he was batted away by the other boy's hand. Their eyes met for a long moment, a large hand touched a soft jaw, then their faces moved closer until... Both immediately moved away before any contact was made, their cheeks turning a dark shade of red. "So, would you like me to help you into the tree?" Alfred asked quietly as he chewed on his lower lip. Arthur nodded slowly, and before he knew it, he had been lifted by his hips onto one of the lower branches. "Just climb up a little," the taller male instructed as he clambered up to the second branch, which was slightly larger. He was closely followed by the other male.
"So, tell me about yourself," he said quietly, "Your name, birthday, interests, family, just stuff like that." The darker male thought for a while, before answering the best he could.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, my birthday is March 3rd, although my family often forgets so its sometimes celebrated on May 1st. I enjoy reaching, embroidery and cross-stitching, and my family consists of three older half brothers; Allistor, Cael and Dylan, and my mum, but our fathers left each time after finding out about mum being pregnant with us. Now, tell me about yourself." The young American looked into his eyes with a charming smile. He adjusted his position on the branch carefully before speaking.
"Me? Well, I'm Alfred Franklin Jones, and our parents split up too, mainly because he found out that she didn't want to move back to Vancouver with him. I'm the younger twin by three days 'cuz it was comfy in there, but Mattie my brother was treated like a princess when he was born. I was the hero instead. We were eight when they split up and dad took Mattie back with him for a few years, but he got annoyed by the fact that he was always asking when he could call me and mom, so he was sent back. I like hamburgers, sports and flirting with cute guys that turn to putty when I speak to them," he responded with a flirty to emphasise the final point.
They continued talking for several hours until it got dark, then found their way back to their own houses. Upon getting back, the smaller blonde was bombarded with questions from his family, but simply answered with minimal words, found his way up to his room, then flopped on his bed. He had no idea why, but he felt as if his heart had turned into a pool in his chest. Possibly because he had never met anyone who showed particular interest then a random transfer student started flirting, or maybe just because it was the first time that he had ever felt like he wanted to flirt back.