Considering that Alfred had just scoffed down five (and a half, if you counted Matthew's own left overs, which Al had eaten as well,) sandwiches, the Alpha hadn't thought that the Omega wanted taken out for pizza that night, but as he soon found himself sliding into a booth at the pizza place down the street, that Al had all but dragged him to, Matt guessed that he had thought wrong. The restaurant smelt good though, so even if this was much earlier then he typically ate dinner, Matthew wasn't gonna complain, especially not with Alfred happily rambling on about how good everything was there as he snagged a menu from there table.

Pulling out his wallet while Al was busy looking over his options, Matt couldn't help but frown at it's contents, not sure if it would be enough to feed the, apparently ravenous, Omega. After a second of thought, the teen pulled out his phone. Having to let his folks know where he was at anyway, Matthew sent a text to his mother, explaining his situation. Well, not the whole situation, since he knew she wouldn't approve of Al's plan. In fact, he doubted anyone in their right mind would... which obviously made him question his sanity, but that was something to ponder at a different time, when he was alone.

While he hadn't really expected his mother to make a fuss about him asking to use the emergency credit card that they had given to him as long as he paid it back, Matthew hadn't expected her to be so... eager about it. Apparently, hearing that he was out with the Omega that both of his parents seemed to think was a good influence on him, (though, he was fairly sure that was because they hadn't actually met Alfred in person,) she had told him not to worry about it, and had all but insisted that he treat him to whatever he wanted that night, without sparing the expense.

Matt had, of course, quickly replied back that it wasn't a date, since that was obviously what she had been thinking... but, having been given permission, he was still going to use the credit card, especially if he wasn't expected to pay it back. Hey, he was a high school student. It wasn't like he was made of money, after all.

"Hmm?" The Canadian mumbled in question, looking up from his phone as he realized that the Omega in question was speaking to him.

"I said, do ya think a large pepperoni will be enough for the both of use?" Alfred repeated, closing the menu and tossing it carelessly onto the table. Matthew was a little relieved to hear such a normal order, having somewhat feared that Al would request something ridiculous, like a dozen pizzas with everything on them.

"Yeah, it should be plenty." The Alpha answered, figuring that he'd probably only have a piece, – or two if it was good as Alfred kept telling him it was on the way over,- and hoped that the remainder would be enough to satisfy the other teen.

Watching as the sandy blond flagged down a worker to place their order, (even if that was normally the Alpha's job,) Matt's mind couldn't help but wonder about Alfred's monstrous appetite, and the likely cause. Up to a week before their heat, Omegas tended to eat like crazy, storing up energy for what was to come. When courting, it was during this time of the year, (especially if they wanted to get any action when the real deal began,) that a proper Alpha was practically expected to shower their Omega's with treats and goodies, so taking Al for a good meal felt rather right... expect that they weren't dating, and Alfred did not see him as a potential mate.

…. Or did he? Frowning a little, Matthew thought about it. Alfred seemed to want to help him, was concerned about his looks, they were spending a lot of time together, and here he was, taking him out to dinner. The evidence seemed to suggested other wise... but Alfred liked Omegas, not Alphas like himself, right? Or maybe, just maybe...

"Huh?" Matthew's pondering came to a stand still and he blinked as the Omega in question clicked his fingers in front of his face, drawing the Alpha back to the real world. "Man, you were really out of. You okay?" Alfred asked with a small frown of concern. "Eh? Oh! Yes! I'm find, I was just thinking... about the plan, is all." Matthew replied, eyes briefly darting down to the table, resisting the strong urge to sniff and try to catch any changes in Al's scent.

Alfred then gave him a look that suggested that he had apparently forgotten that they were suppose to discuss the plan farther. "Oh yeah. I guess we really should talk about that, huh?" Al said casually and stretched before lounging back on the bench, lazily crossing his arms behind his head. "Well, we got nothing else to do until the food gets here, so might as well chat it up while we wait." He shrugged.

Matthew nodded his agreement and tried to get his mind off of Alfred's up coming heat... possible up coming heat. Why was he even thinking about that? It was a private matter and he had only really started to get to know the Omega over the last few days, so it wasn't his business at all. After all, it wasn't like Alfred was going to call him up, begging him to come over while he was all hot and bothered, panting and and begging for an Alpha... whoa! That was not where his mind needed to go.

"I'm fine." Matt said before the Omega could even ask, and Alfred raised an eyebrow in question at the reply, but decided not to dwell on the other's odd behavior. "Okay? Anyway, like I was saying, I signed you up for the hockey team." Al said, and Matthew nodded in understanding... then paused.

"Wait, what?" The Alpha asked. What exactly had he missed while he was busy day dreaming?

The Omega rolled his eyes and rand his hand through his hair, getting a little annoyed at having to keep repeat himself. "Geez. What's with you today? I said I signed you up for the school's hockey team." He said again. "I remembered you telling me that you played, but when I looked at the try out list, your name wasn't on it... so I fixed that little issue."

Matthew stared at the Omega for a long moment as the news sank in. "What?" He asked again, not wanting to believe what he had just heard.

"What's wrong? Ya did say you played, right?"

"Well, I, I did! Back when I lived in Canada! But that was years ago! If I tried out now, the other Alphas would kick my butt just for daring to try and compete against them for a spot!" Matthew exclaimed, and a smile slowly spread across Alfred's face as he leaned forward, folding his arms on the table between them. "Did you forget that 'you' just beat up Gilbert? Ain't nobody gonna fuck with you for now, remember?" The sandy blond Omega pointed out.

"But I..." Alfred quickly cut the Alpha off with an annoyed scowl. "Look. There's only so much I can do. You gotta be willing to pull your own weight in this plan, at least a little. You know, to keep your reputation from plummeting back down to the deepest depths of uncool that there is, and if it's not gonna be by fighting, then it's gonna have to be through sports."

The conversation came to a temporary pause as the food was delivered, and Matthew thanked the Beta as Al grabbed a piece, biting into it despite the employee's warning that it was hot. "Hot, hot, hot!" Al gasped after he burned his mouth, and the Alpha quickly poured him a cup of cola from the pitcher that came with their order, shaking his head at the other as he watched the Omega quickly down the drink.

His injured mouth didn't seem to effect his appetite, though, Matt noted as he watched Al blow on his food to cool it down enough to eat, and pulled a piece free for himself, setting it on his plate and giving it a chance to cool off on it's own. "And playing a sport is going to be enough?" He asked, getting back to their conversation now that they were once again alone.

"Well, sure." Alfred answered with his mouth full of pizza. "Alpha's fight cause they're like, all about showing off that they can beat their competition, ya know? And, I mean, ain't that the whole point of playing a sport?" The Omega explained as he helped himself to more of the food. "With the whole 'Gilbert thing' and a sport under your belt, you'll be building yourself up some credit with your fellow Alphas. And 'cause hockey isn't as popular as football and stuff, even if you are rusty or whatever, you'll probably get a spot, even if it's just a second rank filler, or whatever they call the back ups. I donno, I don't play it."

Matt raised an eyebrow. It sounded too easy. "If I'm not the star player, how would that help me?"

Al sighed, growing somewhat frustrated that Matthew didn't seem to get his reasoning. "Because sports are a TEAM effort. Sure, the star players will get more noticed, but we're not trying to make ya the coolest guy in the school. You're basically just gonna be their to leech off of their victories. Get it?"

Taking a bite of pizza to give himself time to think about it, the Alpha finally nodded. It wasn't like Matt disliked playing hockey, (the opposite, really,) so if he wasn't going to get beat up for trying out, (he hoped,) why not join the team and share in their glory if he couldn't earn his own through fighting like so many of the other Alpha's did?

"Finally." Alfred grinned. "There's still some other things we gotta do too. Like, I only have so much stuff that fits ya, so we're gonna have to go shopping and pick you out some new threads at some point, and, oh! Nothing gets ya respect like showing up and smelling like you just bedded some hot Omega..." He trialed off with a wiggle of his eyebrows, having a feeling that that would catch the other's attention... and he was right.

"What?" The Alpha said yet again, this time having heard what Al had said the first time, just not really believing his ears, but the smirk on the Omega's face pretty much proved that he had heard correctly. "Alfred, I'm not even dating anyone..." He pointed out, blush forming on his cheeks.

Al waved off his concerned. "Don't worry about that... I got it covered."

Almost sputtering at that remark, Matthew's mind quickly went back to the Omega's (possible) up coming heat, and what he could have possibly meant by, 'I got it covered.' Was Alfred... planning on 'taking care of it' himself? Maybe?

The idea, no matter how unlikely, made the Alpha's mouth go dry. With that thought stuck in his brain, there was no way that Matt could not 'worry about it,' and he was about to push the subject when he noticed a very big change in the Omega's expression, followed by the sour scent of fear, strong enough to over power even the aroma of the food cooking in the back.

Quickly turning around, to look where Alfred's gaze was directed, the Alpha caught nothing but the tail end of a shadow as the bell on the door rung, signaling the exit of a customer. "Alfred... Al!" Matt called out, trying to get the other teen's attention, and not succeeding until he actually reached out and grabbed Al's hand. Surprisingly, the Omega didn't pull away from his contact like he often did, and instead squeezed back.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." Alfred assured, licking his lips nervously as he looked back toward the door. "Just... I just thought I... never mind." Came all the explanation he seemed willing to give. Seeing how it effected the normally bold teen, Matthew couldn't help but want to press for more information, but not having know Alfred for too long, he wasn't sure if it was his place to ask.

Instead, he tried to comfort the distress Omega by changing the subject. "Hey... you mentioned shopping, so how about we get this pizza wrapped up to go?" Matthew brought up as a way of distraction, and Al slowly turned his focus back towards him. "We can catch the bus and head to the mall for a few hours, eh? I can even buy you a pretzel while we're there, and we can get ice cream before we head home, if you want."

The bribe of food seemed to help. "Alright... that sounds good." Al said, slowly calming down as he convince himself that his mind was just playing tricks on him. "And I AM going to want ice cream, just so you know." He added, sounding a bit more like his normal self, and stood up along with Matthew.

Taking time to get a box for the food and to pay, the teenagers headed out to go to the mall like Matthew had suggested, and the Alpha noted, but didn't mind, the fact that Alfred seemed to walk a little closer then normal.