"Alfred! Be careful for goodness sakes!" * snort* "Just chill out Mathew, I'm not going to drop her."
What's happening? You stirred slightly, but couldn't bring yourself to fully wake up or open your eyes as your body swayed back and forth. It's really warm... You sighed as you suddenly felt yourself being placed on something extremely... soft. You snuggled into the new-found comfort surrounding you before letting the world fade back into nothing once again.
-Morning-
Everything felt so... light. It was strange, to say the least. Ugh.. this is why I'm not a morning person. You stretched anyway, loving the feeling of your toes arching out and your back popping back into place. Still unwilling to actually get up, you rolled over and buried your head into one of the pillows resting by your head. Hmmmm... nice.. You inhaled deeply before you froze. Wait. It smells like.. Alfred? You sat up quickly, your face on fire. This is his bed?! You sat in stunned stupor, staring down at the twisted sheets around you. Why am I in his bed? He could have just put me on a couch- WAIT A MINUTE. Why did he have to put me anywhere?! I told him to wake me up when we got here! Still blushing furiously, you looked down at your clothes. Clothes that did not belong to you. Clothes that you most certainly had not put on yourself. OH HELL NO.
You rolled off the bed and whipped the door open. "ALFRED F. JONES, MAY GOD HELP YOU WHEN I FIND YOU!"
-Alfred-
Mathew looked at Alfred in smug satisfaction as (Y/n)'s threat rang throughout the house. "You'd better hide, Al. She sounds pissed." Jerking to his feet, Alfred glared furiously at his brother. "Well I told you not to change her clothes!" Mathew scoffed. "I'm gay, it doesn't matter." Alfred narrowed his eyes, his words nearly a hiss. "But she doesn't know that, does she?" Mathew smiled silently and raised his glass of orange juice to his lips. The pounding of feet sounded on the main stairway. "You'd better run..." Mathew sang to his brother in a mocking tone.
-You-
You slammed through several doorways before finally finding the one that led into the kitchen. There, to your absolute delight, was Alfred. "Perfect," you hissed through bared teeth "now I don't have to run you down." He took several steps back and raised his hands in a panic. "Hey, okay (Y/n), this is a COMPLETE misunderstanding. Tell her Mathew!" You turned to look at the long haired blonde sitting on one of the tall bar stools. He pursed his lips, thinking for a minute. "Mathew..." He looked back to his brother and grinned. "Alfred totally stripped you and changed your clothes last night after he carried you into the house, even though I told him he HAD to wake you up. He was even too lazy to use the guest room, so he just threw you in his. If I hadn't insisted that he go somewhere else, he probably would have slept in there with you."
Alfred's disbelieving eyes were locked on his brother. "You son of a-" You didn't give him time to finish his sentence.
-Later-
"God Alfred, quite being such a pansy!" Alfred glared angrily at his brother as he took the melted ice pack from his face and replaced it with another one. "PANSY?! You bastard, this is your fault!" He flinched as the now dried blood on his lips cracked. Disgusted, he wiped his mouth off with a paper towel from the roll sitting on the coffee table. Mathew plopped back down onto the couch next to him and continued to drink what was left of his juice, considering that most of it had spilt during the absolute beat down Alfred had just experienced.
"Dude," he chuckled, looking at his brother with something that slightly resembled pity, "you just got your ass whooped. By a girl." Alfred flinched as he held the ice pack away from his eye. "No shit! Why didn't you stop her?!" Mathew laughed. "You remember that time freshman year when you told Francis Bonnefoy I was gay?" Alfred stared at his brother. "You're still holding that grudge?" Mathew smirked. "Not anymore. She took care of it for me." Mathew gestured in your direction as you came back down the stairs, adjusting the worn t-shirt and pair of sweat pants you had 'borrowed' from Alfred's bedroom.
You came into the living room and sat in the armchair across from the two of them before crossing your arms over you chest. You and Alfred locked eyes for several seconds before you sighed and looked away. God damn it... "Look Alfred," you began, "I really am sorry about your face..." He snorted. "Gee, thanks." You frowned. "How was I supposed to know that Mathew changed my clothes?" Alfred pressed the ice pack back onto his face again as he laughed sarcastically. "Well you could have LISTENED when I was trying to tell you-" "Well I'M SORRY that you're brother tends to be a bit more believable than you do sometimes, okay?" His jaw dropped slightly. "BELIEVABLE?! Now there's a laugh!"
You opened your mouth to defend Mathew only to have him interrupt you. "Hey Alfred? Why don't you not argue with the girl who we recently found can beat the shit out of you, kay? That sounds like the best possible idea." He turned to you. "Did you put the shorts and the tank top in the laundry basket, (Y/n)?" You frowned at his obvious conversation changer but nodded anyway. "Yes I did. And thank you, Mattie, for making sure I slept well." He nodded and smiled. "Of course! I know how uncomfortable jeans can be. Thank you for not being mad at me though, I really should have asked you first..." You shook your head. "It's fine. I don't think it really... um, matters. I guess..."
He nodded again happily before snatching up his glass and Alfred's bloody paper towels and starting off in the direction of the kitchen. "Well, I'll go get started on breakfast for you and Alfred. You're probably hungry, correct?" He interrupted you before you could respond. "Do you like pancakes?" You nodded and smiled slightly. "Yes." He grinned broadly. "Excellent! I make great chocolate chip pancakes. I'll call you when they're done!" Quick as a flash, he was gone.
You and Alfred sat in awkward silence for several moments. After a while, he sighed and you shifted uncomfortably. "I'm... sorry that I didn't wake you up when we got here, (Y/n). You just kind of looked like you needed to sleep.." Your eyebrows went up in surprise. "O-oh well thank you, Alfred. I, um, well... I am truly sorry about your... face." He laughed and pulled the melting icepack away, showing off the moderate bruises that were certain to be much worse come Monday morning. "It's okay, I kind of did deserve it. A little bit." He laughed and shook his head. "Damn, where did you learn how to punch?" You blushed and looked at the carpet. "M-my brothers, I guess." He whistled. "Can you do anything else?" You bit your lip. "Well... I kind of hit Allen in the face with a lamp this one time..."
Alfred burst out laughing and twisted on the couch, clutching his icepack to his face. "You hit ALLEN in the face with a lamp?! That's crazy! How are you still alive?!" You shrugged nonchalantly as you tried to keep a smug looking smile off your face. "He deserved it." Alfred's laughter became almost hysterical for several moments and you couldn't help but giggle quietly at his display. When he finally started breathing properly again, he sighed and looked at you while wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "That sooooo made getting hit by you worth it, you know that?" You snorted. "Sure it did."
You both inhaled deeply as the aroma of cooking bacon coming from the kitchen started to spread throughout the house. Mmmm... Suddenly, Alfred jumped off the couch and set his icepack down. "Hey, do you play video games?" You narrowed you eyes, curious about where this was going. "A little bit... Why?" He grinned at you. "Because I just got the new version of Grand Theft Auto and I need someone to play it with me. You up for it?" You looked to the kitchen momentarily. "Well... the food will be done soon..." Alfred groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! Mattie will come and get us when it's done!" He grinned mockingly at you. "What? You're not a chicken, are you?" You stared at him. He stared right on back. "You're on, Alfred." He cheered and fist pumped the air excitedly as you stood up. Alfred was laughing happily as you followed him back upstairs and into his bedroom. "There's no way you're gonna beat me! I'm an expert." You scoffed quietly at him while still containing your own thoughts in your head. "Sure you are Alfred, sure you are..."
Do I play video games, psshh! I grew up with three older brothers! Alfred's not even gonna know what hit 'em...