Lovino and Alfred started in on the second bottle when Lovino remembered something important. "Hey...Al, Al how are we going to get home?" He asked leaning against him laughing. Alfred laughed a bit and began to think about it. Lovino took another drink and yawned. "I can't call the old man, he'll kill me." He whined and flopped down on the ground. Alfred laid down next to him.
"I'm not going to call my mom, she would never t-trust you again. Fuck everything is spinning." Alfred moaned and rolled down onto his stomach. Lovino looked over at him and poked him in the ribs. Alfred grunted at him and rolled onto his back and grabbed him. He pulled him down and laughed. "So how are we going to get home." Alfred asked and took the bottle.
A light then shine in their faces. "Hey Antonio there's some more over here." The voice behind the light called out. Lovino sat up his eyes wide. Alfred busted out laughing and rolled to his side. The flash light turned off and Arthur walked over to them. "Have you two been drinking?" He questioned and Lovino tried not to laugh but he couldn't help it, both him and Alfred fell against each other laughing.
Lovino held the bottle in the air. "Noooo sir I have no clue what you're talking about." Lovino said taking a drink. Arthur sighed and took the bottle from them.
"You two are in a load of trouble. Your parents are going to get a call from me to pick you two up. Do you have any idea what time it is, the dance as been over for an hour!" Arthur lectured them until Antonio came over with a golf cart. Alfred and Lovino whined and moaned. "Antonio get me a phone I need to call their parents." He said and held out his hand.
"No! Don't call our parents...please." they both whined. Antonio looked at them and got off the golf cart.
"Lovino what are you doing out here?" Antonio asked and helped him to his feet, he got him into the back of the cart. Lovino went silent and looked down his whole face was red. "Arthur can you grab the other one, it's fine, we're not going to call their parents this time." He said taking the wine from from Arthur and place it up front. Arthur glared him down and grabbed Alfred's arms and lifted him up. It was just then that Alfred realized who he was. He made a strange little squeak before his whole face turned red.
He struggled to walk and Arthur had to support him. "Not tell their parent! Are you crazy?" Arthur said, he grunted and helped Alfred into the back. Antoino started the golf cart back up and smiled. "We have to tell their parents, how else are they going to drive home!"
"Come on Arthur, just think relax a bit. Just think about what we were doing when we were in high school. I'll take Lovino home I know his grandfather, you can take the blond." He said and Lovino and Alfred looked over at each other blushing like crazy. Alfred began slapping at him and giggling. "Come on its go big deal."
"Fine...fine." Arthur said and got into the passenger seat. He looked at the back seat at the two of them. Antonio drove them to Arthur's car. "Help me get him in my car. He wights a ton." Arthur said putting Alfred's arm around his shoulder and trying to get him to walk without falling. Antonio hopped off the cart and took Alfred's other arm. He helped get him into the passenger seat and buckled in.
"Alright, I'll go take Lovino home then." Antoino said getting back in the cart. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"You go do that. I'll just find away to get him home and inside. I can't believe we're doing this, we could get into so much bloody fucking trouble." Arthur muttered to himself while digging his keys out of his pocket.
Antonio smirked at him. "Let's meet up back here." He said and drove off in the golf cart. Arthur got into his car and buckled in. He complained about how everything was backwards on the roads, it really was confusing. He was able to get Alfred to tell him his address and lucky for the both of them he had a GPS. He entered the address in and began driving down the road.
Alfred was very quite so Arthur began to worry that something was wrong with him. He knew Alfred from the class he was working in and knew that this boy was anything but quite. He looked over at him, his face was all red and he had his forehead pressed against the glass. "If you're going to be sick please let me know so I can pull over." He told him and kept an eye on him just in case. Alfred closed his eyes and moaned, Arthur slowed the car down and was prepared to stop.
"I'm so embarrassed!" Alfred cried and began sniffling. Arthur stared at him and felt himself starting to panic, he couldn't deal with a crying drunk (he was usually the crying drunk not the other way around). He patted him on the shoulder and kept driving.
"Don't be embarrassed...everyone gets drunk at some point or another. Don't cry it'll be okay." He said but Alfred started shaking as he sobbed into the window.
"That's not it! I'm embarrassed you had to see me like this, I'm never going to drink again, don't look at me! I'm ugly!" Alfred wiped at his eyes crying. Arthur muttered a couple cuss words under his breath and kept patting him on the arm.
"Its not a big deal I've seen plenty of drunks before. I'm not judging you, oh lord please just stop crying." He said and drove a little faster, he just wanted to get him home and get out of this awkward situation.
"Its different...you won't look at me the same now! I just wanted you to like me now that's not gonna happen because I'm such a idiot, you wouldn't like me...I'm just a stupid freshman!" He choked out and wiped his nose and eyes. Arthur parked his car in front of the house. And unbuckled himself, he quickly got out. Arthur opened his door and leaned over to unbuckle him. He took Alfred by his arms and was able to drag him out. "Nooo don't go to front door...go around the back." He sniffed and leaned against him. Arthur got him on his back and was able to drag him around a little easier now.
He took him to the back of the house. He saw another one of the students sitting at the window, he tried waving at him to get his attention but it clear to see that the teen's mind was some place else. He cursed and placed Alfred on the ground, he picked up a couple pebbles and tossed them at the window. A couple bounced off and the teen looked down at them. He opened the window. "Is that Al?"
"Yes! Now can you please help me get him into bed." He said and Matthew nodded and went downstairs to open the back door for them. He helped carry his crying drunken stepbrother to his bedroom and get him into his bed. Alfred curled up into a ball once a blanket was tossed over him. "Thank you, make sure he drinks plenty of water." Arthur said and sighed.
Matthew nodded and walked him back downstairs so he could lock the door behind him. "Thanks for not telling on him. I'll take care of him don't worry." Matthew said and Arthur nodded and thanked him before leaving. Matthew sighed and got a glass of water for him. He set it on Alfred's nightstand and told him it was there and took drink it. Alfred reached out from the blanket and took the glass.
"He's gonna hate me now!" Alfred sobbed and the glass disappeared under the blanket. Matthew rubbed his back and sighed, he was to tired for this.
"He isn't going to hate you, now drink the water and get some sleep. I'm going to bed." Matthew said and slowly backed out of the room.
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Antonio had no problems getting Lovino home and in bed without being caught. He was already back at the school waiting for Arthur. He waved at the car when he saw it driving though the parking lot. Arthur parked next to him and rolled is window down. "That was bloody awful, how did it go for you." Arthur said and head butt his steering wheel. Antonio laughed at him.
"Pretty well...so who was that?" Antonio asked and Arthur turned the car off and got out. He took a seat on top of the car.
"That was Alfred."
"Wait the loud cute one you're always telling me about. Oh Arthur I told you these kids were going to be jail bait, but you didn't listen to me. " Antonio teased and Arthur crossed his arms and glared at him, he was going to leave the awkward little confession from the teen a secret, he didn't need Antonio to tease him about it.
"First of all I told you that, you're the one that as a weakness for cute younger men. What about that Lovino, he's your type." Arthur said and watched as his whole face turn red. Antonio looked down and rubbed the back of his head. Arthur mouth fell open as he realized what was going on. "You like him don't you! What were you thinking, he's only fifteen maybe sixteen years old, jail bait!" Arthur yelled at him and Antonio pointed at him.
"Hey, hey you have no room to talk! You like that Alfred kid don't you! Don't lie!" Antonio yelled back. The two of them were then yelling back and forth at each other. It began to get heated between them once Arthur hopped off his car. "This is getting us no where! We both like high school students, we can admit that, but here's the thing, they are only jail bait if we were lusting after them. I don't know about you but I'm not lusty." He said crossing his arms and giving Arthur a smirk.
Arthur crossed his arms as well and looked away. "What are you saying? We can't go out with them."
"You're wrong we could, we'll only be student teacher for this one school year after that we're free. We could go out with them...we could even make it look like it was for school. Just think about it, how nice it would be to have some alone time with them. We just can't sleep with them until they are eighteen." Antonio said and smiled, she cheeks pink. Arthur blushed and shook his head, he couldn't believe he was listening to this and actually considering it.
Arthur sighed and crossed his arms, he couldn't help but to think of the amount of trouble they would be in if they were discovered to be dating high school students. The professor had strict instructions not to but here he was thinking about how to go about it. He wasn't in high school any more but back when he was he had been quite the rebel, breaking any rule he could. At one point his hair had been completely dyed green and his ears were covered in piercings. Something about breaking the rules sparked that old rebellious flame of his past. "Fine then how would we do this?" He asked and Antonio clapped his hands together.
"I don't know, you can figure that out on your own. I was going to do a privet dance class or something. You know teach about Spanish culture." He smirked and they both laughed.
"That's pretty clever Antonio. I'll give you credit."
"Yeah to bad you're in English so you can't do anything that cool and romantic." Antonio teased and grabbed the half empty bottle of wine from the gold cart. He got into the passenger seat of Arthur's car. "Hey lets get back to the apartment and finish this off." He asked and raised the bottle. Arthur got into the driver's seat.
"Oh shut up. I can think of something romantic, I can be just as romantic as you!"
"Yeah right! I bet I can get Lovino on a date before you can get Alfred." He said and Arthur started the car. He glared at the road.
"Fine its a bet! What do I get hen I win?" He asked and Antonio laughed and took a drink of wine. They drove home to their apartment and went inside, they finished the wine. They were to tired to stay up and talk about their bet but they fell asleep in the living room.
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Alfred woke up the next day moaning and holding his head. He couldn't believe how hung over he was, his head heard and their were blank areas in his memory. He looked over at his nightstand where an empty glass of water sat. Matthew opened the door and peeked inside. "Hey you feeling alright. I brought you another water." He said and set the glass down.
"How did I get home?" He muttered and took the glass. He drank it down and moaned again. Matthew smirked and laughed.
"You don't remember...Arthur drove you home and we brought you upstairs." Matthew watched as Alfred's whole face turned red and he let out a painful sounding whine and shoved his face into a pillow. Matthew laughed and sat down at the foot of his bed. "So that's the Arthur I over heard you and Lovino talking about. He's cute." He teased and Alfred smacked him with a pillow.
Alfred rolled onto his side and threw his blanket over his head and moaned and grunted. Matthew took up and took the empty glass off the nightstand. "Don't tell mom or dad." He said and Matthew raised an eyebrow.
"Dad...you call him dad."
"Yeah, don't you call mom...mom."
"No." He said and Alfred took the water and drank it. "She isn't my mom."
"Well he isn't my dad but he's has close to one as I ever had so does it really matter."
"I'm not calling her mom!" Matthew snapped and left the room slamming the door behind him.
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