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Chapter 6: Alfred F. Jones, Peter Kirkland and Alice?

The green eyed Brit had gotten out of the shower and put her bathrobe on; her hair was still up so it would not get wet in the shower. Arthur hated being like this. There were so many things that he did not know about and did not want to know about that he now know. Now she was sitting on the couch sipping some tea waiting for Peter comes back. She saw a boy come up to the door, blond with sea blue eyes, it was Peter. At first sight she got up and ran out to go see what the git boy had gotten her,

"Finally your back. Why the bloody hell did you take so…" Arthur's voice died off as she saw an other person there. Staring at the Brit wide eyed. The Brit suddenly realized what was going on and looked down. All she was wearing was a white bathrobe with her hair up. Nothing more just a bathrobe that came down to about her knees. The Brit's face became a very bright shade of red.

"BLOODY FUCK!" she yelled grabbing the bag Peter was holding and ran inside slamming the door.

"Shit, he did see me. Fuck!" she said to her self-running to her room. The American, Alfred had been out there and she had not seen him. What was he going to think, and he saw her! Thoughts went a million kilometers per hour as she slammed the door shut leaning against the door with her back sliding down to the floor.

MEANWHILE SHORTY BEFORE THAT…

Peter saw the American get off his bike taking off his black helmet. His Nantucket cowlick stood straight up as he "floofed" his hair, so there was no presents of having the helmet ever shown. His eyes were fixed on the boy.

"Hey dude Peter," that American yelled running over to the startled Peter. Ok all I have to do is cover for that jerk, umm… Peter thought feverishly. "Where is Artie? We were going to hang out before the meeting today and he said that he had a surprise!"

He watched Peter suddenly lighten up, but did not really listen to what the American was saying. At that moment a bond girl ran out of the house and yelled something to the boy. Peter looked up.

It was the perfect moment Arthur ran out of the house in just a white bathrobe not even seeing the other man there and then realizing her mistake.

As Alfred saw this beautiful girl run out of the doorway not realizing wearing anything his face turned red, and his eyes opened wide. The woman noticing him yelled and ran back inside. Al was still stunned he did not know what just happened, one second there was just Peter then the next a beautiful woman only wearing a bathrobe comes out.

"Yes," announced Peter as the door slammed; "Jerk Arthur has a big surprise!" he giggled to himself thinking of his "devious plan"

"Our family friend is here, ummm…. Alice… right Alice is here and he wanted to introduce you before she, ummm…. Has to leave?" he said pausing the gaining confidence, "Why yes he wanted to set you two up on a date with our sister, because jerk Arthur wanted to do something stupid today. He is stupid right, anyway… You should come inside and we can wait for her while I tell you all about her." He smiled. Tricking Arthur to go on a date with him was going to be perfect!

"Umm…. Ok then. Was that her" he smiled nodding over to the door as both walked to it.

"Why yes it was" evilly smiled the boy as he opened the door.

MEANWHILE…..

Arthur looked in the bag curiosity to see what the git had gotten. There was a shirt, tie, bra, underwear, and no pants… NO PANTS just a skirt. He was not wearing a skirt. Once Allistor had gotten him to wear a kilt but that was as close as he got to wearing a skirt no way. But then again it was the only thing that he had.

He unhooked the bra and tried to put it on. It was awkward trying to get it on. He knew how it was used for but he did not know how to get it over… he did not want to think about that. When he finally got it on correctly it felt awkward, kinda annoying. He tried to adjust the bottom but it did no good. He took the button up shirt and put that on over it. In the mirror he thought it looked ok and he did feel better that these… things… did not move around so much as he walked back over to the bag to reluctantly get the skirt out.

Reluctantly he put the skirt on, he had not noticed before though it was a skort, which made him feel a lot better since it was not so airy.

LATER…

Arthur walked out into the sitting room. The two had been talking or well mostly Peter, he didn't let the American say anything when he started on talking about how annoying Arthur can be, then there was dead silence. Alfred stood up still completely silent gawking at this woman. He hands his coat in his hands and that fell on the floor with his bike helmet.

Arthur stood there, the snow-white button up shirt with the tie perfectly tied, and the short mini skort on. He had added other things to the outfit; he wanted to look nice after all. Their now was a black no sleeves vest, and black conver sneakers (which he used his magic to shrink to fit). He also put on some of his punk rings. He had no idea to put up all the new hair he had on his head and some how ended up trying to cast some type of hair spell so that it would go up and ended in to very long pinktails on either side of his head. When the astonished Arthur saw she tried to get it out but his hair pulled too much so she just left it.

"Oh… wow" Alfred said, "This is Alice?' he questioned Peter not believing what he saw. In his eyes she was beautiful. She reminded him of someone…. Those emerald green eyes, that sandy brown hair, that expression of annoyance…

Arthur stood there shocked at the Americans expression almost exclaiming "why are you looking at me like that you git" and blushing a little but then she caught her tongue realizing that he did not know who she was. She was not Arthur but she was Alice his family friend. She tossed an extremely long pinktail over her shoulder,

"What the bloody hell are you staring at you git," she mumbled starting to feel the staring upon her and blushed.

The blue eyed American did not heat her all he could do is stare wide eyed at this beautiful young British woman who stood much shorter than he was with her hand now out stretched to shake his in greeting. He walked over and hugged her putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Don't be so formal, so your Atrie's surprise?" he started leading her out the door.

"Yes Arthur went out for a little hopefully he will be back soon," said Alice to the American's question.

"Well," Alfred smiled, "Me and Artie were going to hang out before the meeting, he did say he had a surprise.." he paused feeling his face become hot, "I guess you are the surprise. Come on lets go!" The American said taking his arm from around the girl's neck and grabbing her hand pulling her quickly out the door on to the street,

"First it is Artie and I and he does not like to be called…Wait WHAT! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MEEEE!" Arthur squeaked in his girly voice as the American dragged her along. He had noticed Alfred's face, it looked different: he looked excited and brighter. Alice had no idea what this idiotic git was thinking. Since he was never going to tell Al about the cursing cause he knew for a fact that he would NEVER let it go, so Arthur subcautiously decided to play along with what ever the American had instore for him.