Title: Curse This Sexist World!
Sum.: While Francis already knew, Arthur was the one most impacted by the news. Alfred F. Jonesis female.
Sum.2: AU In an exclusive, international all-boys college, Avery is in disguise of a male. Since this school has the best chance of helping her become a pilot for the U.S. Air Force, why not spend four years as a guy? Of course, she didn't even think that maybe, just maybe, one of her room mates would be smitten with her, she would find her long-lost twin brother, her ex-boyfriend would be there—oh, and that she'd fall in love?
A/N: Oh my jesus. This is the first time I've gotten since my little fanfic binge. (BTW, all AmeRuss fans, I suggest "New Hope" "Bloodstained Mind" "Russian Radio" and. Um. Another one—Oh! "How to lose a guy in 21 days" :3 all of them are absolutely…*squeals*) See, while writer's blocking EVERYTHING, I started digging into my fanfiction storage. (I take complete stories from the site, save them into MWord documents, put them on a USB drive, and then read it when I don't have internet connection.) I haven't even brushed the top of all the AmeRuss! *faints* (I generally just take everything under "romance" "complete" "5000+" and then whatever pairing I want.) Oh! More shameless advertising! I dare you guys to read "Ask the Bad Touch Trio" *snickers* I found it hilarious. All of it. Even the intro. LOLZ
Ah, I'd say more but I want the majority of the word count to be the actual story. (P.S. This chapter is really short and kind of filler, since I have the next chapter already written. I just need to get the proper stuff to happen.)
So! R&R and enjoy!
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Chapter 7: Crashing Into People is Never Acceptable for the Hero~
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After another boring day of sitting alone at home (since most of my weekend usually was composed of hanging with Arty and Francis), I fell asleep like usual.
However, I knew something was up as soon as I woke up to birds chirping happily away, sun streaming through the window.
As soon as I was dressed (since I did, in fact, have a class today), I slid into my car. Just as the key was in the ignition, it hit me.
Today's class has Gilbert in it…!
Oh damn. No wonder nature was mocking me.
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Somehow, my "cheerful" morning had motivated me to get to class early.
Urg. Stupid birds. (Maybe their songs were like those Greek myth bird-ladies—casting some magic spell over me as soon as I herd it.) Stupid sunshine. (Right now, I felt like it had poisoned me.)
I mean, come on, who gets to class on time? People who care!
And I don't want anyone thinking that I care.
God, even the drive to the classroom was painful. There was some stupid song stuck on loop with my car radio, something about "The Happiest Little Elf" or whatever?
I pouted as I took my seat at the back of the room, immediately pulling my DSi out of my hoodie pocket.
Just as I was getting actually focused on this level of Fire Emblem, someone had to spook me by blowing on my neck,
I hissed and rubbed at it, then noticed that the enemy side had moved.
I angrily turned my power off as soon as I saw what had happened. They had killed Wolf.
I silently mourned the incredibly hot character in the game who didn't actually matter but was still insanely hot while glaring at Gilbert.
He grinned at me. "Guten tag, Alfred."
I snorted and restarted my game. Maybe if I don't include him in the start line-up, then I can just keep him forever. But what if I actually need him in a future level—what if he unlocks one of those bad guys that turn good? I'd hate to have to restart the game because of that… "Yo," I said absentmindedly, focusing my attention on saving Wolf's life.
Gilbert huffed at the lack of attention and began tugging on my hair (something he did all the time to everyone). "Quit focusing on your damn game and listen to me for a moment!"
I hesitantly used up one of the Quicksave slots, then turned my attention to him. "Yeah?"
"Why didn't you ever inform me of your sister?" he sniffed.
I held back from snickering. Probably because she didn't exist last time "Alfred" talked to you. Instead, I rolled my eyes and face-desked. "Let me guess, Avery bothered you while she was in town?"
He pouted. "You mean she's out of town now?"
I nodded.
He snorted in indifference. "She didn't bother me, per se." He paused, as if wondering if he should say more on the subject. Apparently, he decided not to. "How old is she? I think I remember her saying something about living with her parents."
I held back from blushing, because it would give away my amusement. I bit the inside of my cheek and mumbled, "She's just got out of high school, dude."
I saw the look flicker through his eyes. The I'm dating a hot high school girl, yes! look that you sometimes saw on bad soap operas. Where high school girls dated college boys and their parents bugged out over it, or whatever.
I did not appreciate that look.
"Isn't she a little young to be drinking?"
I paused, then nodded. "Yes. Yes she is."
He shrugged it off. "When's the next time she's gonna be in town?"
I snorted and tried to figure out a way to play my game without him complaining about me not paying attention. "I don't keep track of that crap. I could care less, really, for when she did. As long as I get a ten-second head start, I'm fine."
He rolled his eyes. "I don't see why you dislike her so much." And then there was that devious flicker in his eyes. "Is it because you used to have some insane crush on her?"
I instantly gagged. "Ew!"
"'Cause I'd totally understand it, with her huge rack and that ass of her's—"
I held back from punching him. Instead, I settled for glaring. "Don't talk about my sister that way," and then, as an afterthought, "in front of me."
I don't mind if he vulgarly compliments me. Just make sure I'm out of earshot.
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As usual with that class, we talked to each other with PictoChat, all the while pretending to be taking notes.
Esta loca "taking notes." Ha. As if.
Halfway through class, Gilbert turned off his DS and started texting people.
In answer of my questioning look, he mouthed 'Avery.'
I held back from slapping him upside the head. "Dude," I whispered, "she's in high school. They get in trouble for doing that crap!"
He rolled his eyes. "I don't care. It's not like I'm dead-set on a reply. I'm texting Francis and Antonio, too."
Francis, I knew. "Since when do you know Francis?"
He shrugged. "We've been friends since forever. Since like elementary."
Antonio, I didn't know. So I didn't bother. "Hm," was all I replied for the rest of class.
Gilbert and I, as per ritual, didn't even bother saying goodbye to each other. Although I desperately wanted to, now.
Damn female hormones.
As soon as I got out of class, I immediately rang Mattie up. "Hey, bro, come hang out with me!" I begged.
I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Why can't you hang out with Francis and Arthur? Or Gilbert?"
I didn't bother asking how he knew Gilbert. Or how he knew we were semi-dating.
"I was temporarily kicked out of my room! And I had a class today, so I'm on campus for a little while. Please?"
He sighed. "I guess. I'll be down in about ten minutes."
"Do you promise?"
"Sure, sure."
Ew. Jacob much?
(Don't ask.)
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I had long since shedded my hoodie, no longer needing it to smuggle my DS into class. I hid the handheld in my back pocket, and stuffed my hoodie into my bag. I, in replacement, donned my bomber jacket.
"So, what have you been up to, bro?" I asked as we entered the school building with the best cafeteria.
He shrugged. "Not much, I guess."
I opened my mouth to speak but, just as we turned a corner, I ran into another student.
I caught only a glimpse of brown hair as I fell, my glasses falling off my face.
"Damn," I growled.
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Heehee. The next chapter is my favorite so far~
Fire Emblem = best game ever. I loooove it! And, yes, I'm in love with Wolf. You don't know how many times I've restarted my DS just because he died and I wanted him to stay.
Is it a bad sign if you happen to be a Gilbert fangirl and you start wearing bandanas around your neck? (Usually red?)
Haha. It's the best I can do. It makes me feel like I have Russia's scarf *laughs*
Hope you enjoyed! Review! ^^