I fear to lose all sympathy for the human race
So sick of making excuse for an obvious disgrace

No Hope, Antischism

Alfred opened the door to the dorm quietly. It was not his dorm, it was his younger brother's dorm. He was currently attending school abroad in London, which caused Alfred to tag along to have a place to crash. He did not want to stay back at home in the United States, especially when his parents kicked him out to the streets for being a no good punk that rather get drunk than do something with his life. His brother was the only one that cared for him that he offered him a place to stay, even if it was in a different country. He showed much more kindness than his parents, but in Alfred's mentality he did not even need them to begin with, all they did was bitch.

Yet here he was in his younger brother's dorm, sneaking in after a long night out. He was tired, and a bit buzzed from the alcohol he had previously drank.

Alfred shut the door behind him and took off his bomber jacket, tossing it on the floor and then sitting on top of. He started to remove his boots that were killing his feet and set them by the door. He could hear his brother's soft breathing in the room and was thankful that he had not woken up. He was also thankful that his roommate was not there. That french guy would always complain as to why Alfred was sleeping on the floor, or why his 'smelly' clothes were tossed on his bed. Alfred hated him...

Alfred laid down on his jacket with his arm as his pillow. He lay there thinking of the nights events and about that brit, Arthur. They always had it out for each other, sometimes they would not even have anything to do and both would end up fighting for no reason what so ever. Come to think about it, there was not a time were they saw each other and not end up fighting before the night was over. Sometimes Arthur started it and other times it was started by Alfred himself.

Letting out a heavy disgruntled noise, Arthur tried to make himself comfortable before falling asleep on the floor. He did not dream much, and anything he did he completely forget it in the morning. He was awoken to the sound of his little brother moving around the room.

Blinking a couple of times from the bright light that flooded the room from the open window, Arthur grabbed at his jacket sleeve to cover his face. It was a terrible try though since he was laying on top of it. All that happened was that he got his arm stuck under him. He was too lazy to remove it and just rolled onto his belly and peeked an eye open.

His younger brother, Matthew, was on his bed gather things into a backpack with his socked feet hanging off of the bed close to Arthur's face. He wrinkled his nose and moved away causing Matthew to notice that his older brother was finally up.

"Arthur! What time did you come?" he asked timidly. From the both of them, Matthew was the good, quiet, shy brother that followed every rule. Alfred was the black sheep who just said, "Fuck it" to everything. The only thing that Alfred really cared about was his younger brother.

When Matthew was little he would always be bullied by students at school, or even neighbors but Alfred was always there to beat some sense to their small brains. Once they saw Alfred they would leave Matthew alone and try to even get on his good side just so they would not fear the wrath of an older brother.

"I don't know...around 3?" Alfred muttered his face on the floor. His mind was still foggy from waking up.

"Oh..OK." Matthew wanted to tell him to be careful for staying out so late but he knew his brother could take care of himself.

"What time is it?"

"9, do you want some breakfast?"

Alfred nodded his head on the floor. Matthew got off of the bed, grabbed his shoes and walked out of his room to gather some breakfast for the both of them. No one else at the dorm were bothered about Alfred, because he never stayed at the dorm, he would just go there to sleep and then walk off to who knows were. He even got some of the fellas to go to gigs at times and they enjoyed it. But he did not like making friends with college students, they thought they knew to much about nothing.

After a couple of minutes he finally sat up on the floor and rubbed at his head. The side of his heads that were buzzed off were prickly against his finger tips. He liked the way it felt. He combed the longer hairs to the side showing one buzzed side to the world. He never really worse his hair like a mohawk, he just enjoyed having the haircut.

He looked to the side, there beside the closed closet door was his duffel that held his belongings which was not much at all. Just a couple of clothes that he brought from the United States. He decided he might as well dress. He moved his arm over his face to smell his arm pit. He did not smell that much and decided that he would take a shower tomorrow or something. That was thing, he did not really care for smelling too good, he just did not want to reek. He would occasionally take a shower after 3 days or so. The farthest he had gone was a month, and that had been when he was living on the streets back on the States. Being a punk, not much people cared for their hygiene. It was all a "protest" against the "normality of society."

Getting dressed into a less dirty black wife beater and ripped jeans. He put on his hoop belt to hold up his pants. He left his jacket on the floor, he would put it on once he would leave. He looked at himself in the mirror that was on the French roommate's desk. He looked at his chin and jawline to see some of the hair growing on his face. He hated shaving but took out the electric razor in the desk and just proceeded to shave. After he shaved his face he proceeded to shave the sides of his head. They were getting longer and he had an OCD for his mohawk haircut to be kept trim. It was just something that no one else understood.

After finishing, he heard the door rattle and his brother walk in caring two plates of food. He did not carry drinks because he had a mini fridge full of drinks. Alfred just got his plate and swallowed his food down. After quick more bites he finished and set the plate down on the desk.

Alfred gathered his jacket and stuffed whatever money he had in his duffel bag into his back pockets. He then proceeded to lace up his boots. Matthew stared at him taking small bites from his waffles that held extra syrup. This was a normal morning, but something was different. He could tell by the look on Alfred's face, but he would not ask.

After finishing up Alfred turned to Matthew, "OK little bro, I'm off. I'll be back later, don't wait up for me."

Matthew told him goodbye and Alfred was out of the dorm. He did not really know were to go. He could go to the regular places he always visited but he did not feel like it. He could not hang out with his band...not anymore. They decided to go separate ways leaving Alfred alone. He was actually frustrated with them for just quitting all together. How was he going to make money?

He felt the back pockets of his jeans and knew he only had a little bit of quids left. He did not want to ask his brother for money. He had done it before, in the United States. He would occasionally squat down at abandoned buildings for days and go to gigs at night. It was the way he had lived and he could do it again. The only problem was that this was not the United States. At least he had somewhere to sleep. He needed money if he wanted to do anything here, especially with something he would...do occasionally. The only problem was he did not know how to get it, he knew where to buy it but now how to earn it. With the quids he had all he could afford was a beer or a burger, that's it.

Alfred kept walking down the street with his hands tucked into his pockets and his head down. He stopped thinking, he never did like it. It would just end up ruining his day, and his day had just started. He started humming a song and nodding his head to it remembering the tune. He liked it so he kept humming until he came to a regular looking pub. Most likely it would be empty in the morning, but it was a hangout joint. The owner was cool and knew most of the people.

Walking inside, he saw that it was nearly empty with just a few heads. Some of them had their heads laid down on the table, sleeping. Others were in groups talking alone with each other. He continued to look around until he saw an all too familiar face waving him over.

With reluctance he walked over and sat down to face him. He did not know what was going to happen. Or what he had wanted. All he knew is that he could no longer leave the pub before talking...

TBC again! Im actually writing this up fast, I wanted to take my time. BUT MY BRAIN! its like, no write now! Ok. xD This actually took me 3 days to finish up because I was lazy yesterday and I only played video games. I must warn you the next chapter has a strong emphasis on DRUG USE...I have never done any ok so Im just gonna do some research right now. But it will only get more dramatic from now on. Im having fun hehehe!

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