I realised I forgot to place page breaks in between paragraphs for my last chapter. So fail! I hope my recipient like how this chapter turn out. I tend to have the habit to stray off from topic.

By the way, I had a confession to make. This is my first time writing a fanfic. And I wouldn't have started one if my friend didn't encourage me to join the usxuk secret santa event. I enjoyed writing this and looking up topics on Science projects (for chapter 1) cause I wasn't a science student myself. The poetry mentioned below was one of my syllabus for my literature class back then. All right, you are probably tired of my rambling by now. Let's start the story, shall we?

Chapter 3 - Kind of weird, kind of irritating

Arthur went to the library intending to look for some notes for his literature assignment - The Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experiences by William Black. Their teacher, Mr. Derbyshire, was expecting them to write an essay on one of the poems, and he was having trouble analysing it. Poems were never really his strong point. He preferred studying classical novels, really. The poem was far too short for his comfort, and he was already dreading how he was going to write three pages about it. On top of that, he had to find time to practice for his next play, Romeo and Juliet, scheduled to perform on Christmas.

Arthur loved acting. He had been in school plays ever since elementary school, and he wasn't sure what he'd do without acting. It was everything to him.

Their library was quite small, and didn't really have enough books to suit his liking. It was usually quiet during this time of the day. One could easily count the number of visitors on one hand, including himself.

He was walking down the aisle towards the literature section, which was the last few rows in the library, when he heard some small muffled sound and sighing coming from behind his target bookshelves.

Great! Another couple making out there, he thought in annoyance. It wasn't the first time and certainly not the last time he encountered such, such… intruders! He wished they would find another place to make out and leave his library in peace.

As expected, he arrived just in time to find couple tangled on the floor, with the girl's back against the book shelf, oblivious to their new audience. He couldn't recognize the guy since his back was facing him.

Someone from the Science club? Arthur wondered, by the look of the guy's long white laboratory cloak. Never thought the nerds would be this open. But hey, the back looks a bit familiar.

Arthur cleared his throat loudly, hoping they would get the hint. Gasps and wild giggles followed as they scrambled to break apart and adjusted their clothes.

Arthur gaped when he recognized who they were. Or rather, who he was. If he had known, he would most likely avoid this embarrassing confrontation.

Alfred looked up in annoyance and prepared to scowl at the person who interrupted his fun.

Alfred's eyes narrowed when he recognized him.

Arthur! What was he doing here! He found himself asking the same question as that first encounter.

Then a wicked idea came over him. Let's give him a live show, shall we? Let him see what he's been missing, he mused.

Making a point to ignore Arthur, he turned back to the brunette girl, Margery or Mag or something like that. He couldn't remember her name, and didn't bother to. He tilted her chin and gave her a deep kiss. The girl was surprised at the sudden passion from Alfred but quickly kissed him back, her fingers entwined into his hair.

Alfred made sure that Arthur could see them clearly while they kissed, hot and tongue and all. He dared himself to glance out of the corner of his eyes and noticed how red Arthur's face had become. He looked like someone had just slapped him on the face, but he made no sign of leaving.

Feeling somewhat annoyed, Alfred started to unbutton the brunette's blouse and slid a hand in. Then finally, he heard footsteps scurrying away.

He should be feeling satisfied but why was he feeling so irritated. His mood spoiled, he pushed the girl roughly aside and earned himself a slap on the face and a crying partner.

Great, he thought. Then he was alone. He kicked the bookshelf, and decided to go to the science lab to study his tea leaves. Visiting the lab and working on something was what he usually did whenever he was feeling restless. The weird chemical scent in the lab always had a way to calm his mind.

On the way out of the library, he saw Arthur sitting in a corner. He was flipping the book angrily, no doubt venting his anger on the poor innocent pages. Alfred was surprised, because he never thought Arthur was capable of anger. He couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of guilt.

He probably shouldn't have done what he did. That was kind of nasty. But, he also couldn't help wanting to humiliate or make a homosexual unhappy. He ruffled his hair in frustration, an unexplained irritation washed over him again like a tidal wave.

I might regret this, he thought as he approached the lone figure.

"Er hem," Alfred cleared his throat loudly.

Arthur looked up in surprise and then he looked away uncertainly, not meeting his eyes. His cheeks flamed a little.

Alfred swallowed nervously and found that he couldn't apologize. His pride would not let him. He groaned inwardly. Then he slumped down on the seat next to Arthur. Maybe he had gone too far. The sweet scent of roses Arthur wore was suffocating. He pushed his glasses on his nose awkwardly and glanced at Arthur out of the corner of his eyes. Arthur was also peeking at him through the corner of his own eyes. When Alfred caught his eyes, Arthur's eyes shifted away quickly and his ears turned a dark crimson red, followed by his cheeks which were turning pinky at an amazing rate.

And he looked…hmm, kinda adorable in a way…

All of a sudden, Alfred had a strong urge to touch his rosy cheeks, to feel what his skin was like under his thumb. Right there, right now. A part of his sanity was trying to stop him and force him to remember some unpleasant memories, but the usual suffocating scent did not feel so… sickly anymore. It actually felt… sweet.

Heart thumping and captivated by his expression, Alfred reached out gently under Arthur's chin, forcing Arthur to look at him straight in his eyes.

He noticed that Arthur was starting at him in alarm. He rubbed his thumb in a lazy rotation on Arthur's lips. Alfred never noticed how green Arthur's eyes were until now. Green like emeralds.

His eye lashes are... so long. Eyebrows are a little… hmmmm… forget that! His lips are so soft. How does it feel to kiss this pair of yummy looking... Alfred wondered as he inched his face nearer, desiring to feel his lips on his.

Arthur's eyes were wide and his lips seemed to tremble slightly at the touch. Then Arthur shoved at Alfred. "What… what do you think you are doing, you git!"

By then, some distant and uncomfortable memories managed to squeeze themselves into Arthur's sanity and snapped him out of his desire. Alfred broke off abruptly and blinked at him.

Oh my fucking God! The hell am I doing? Why, he had come close to… kissing Arthur! What the fuck was I thinking! Alfred thought, horrified. He dashed out of the library without a backward glance, wanted to get as far away from Arthur as possible.

He went to the lab to work on his tea samples, and when he was still ruffled and on edge when he ran out of things to do there, headed home to beat some zombies into submission.

Maybe if he scared himself enough, the dark memories would disappear forever.