"W-what? You're kidding, right?" I asked as I stood by the steps, about to come downstairs. I held a pink cake, with beautiful frosting and patterns, in my hands. Toris, Ivan and Kiku stood at the end of the steps, carefully watching me.
"Y-you can't be serious right? You said he'd be here Toris! You said he'd come this time!" I yelled angrily.
"Calm down Alfred, we told you not to get your hopes up. You know better than anyone to have done that, and do not yell at Toris! This is not his fault!" scolded back Kiku as he grabbed Toris by the shoulders. Toris avoided eye-contact with me.
"Ivan, it's not true, maybe you read it wrong! There's no way-!"
"It's right here if you want to read it yourself. He can't come; he's busy dealing with someone else. One of his other friends has to deal with revolts, he can't come," said Ivan as he waved a letter he had received from Arthur addressed to him. I slowly shake my head as my eyes grow bigger and bigger with horror.
"HE SAID HE'D COME! WHY DOES HE KEEP LYING TO ME! I LOVE HIM, WHY DOES HE TREAT ME THE WORST OUT OF ANYONE IN THE WORLD? ! WHY DOESN'T HE REALIZE I LOVE HI-!"
"SHUT UP ALFRED!" yelled Toris, cutting me off from my cries. I calm down and take a glance. He is crying, along with me too. I bite my lip.
This is too much; they think I'm weird, stop looking at me like that!
I run off down the hall where I came from and inside my room. I slam the door and lock it as I recline on my door. I slide down my door, and place the cake in front of me in between my legs. I stare at the ugly pink icing.
I shove my hands into the cake, and begin to fling it on the walls. I start decorating my grey wallpaper with ugly lines and squiggles of pink icing and cake, knocking down any stupid pictures and frames that get in my way. I kick at my desk and bed, the chair tips over, all the clothes from my closet is poured out and what I can find easy, I tear as much as I can. I shove boxes out of the top of my closet. After I'm done, I turn on a lamp and place it in the center of the room; the dim light and shadows it forms perfectly reflecting how I feel just now.
It's been less than 6 minutes now. I pull my legs up to my chin as I sit against my door again, trying to catch my breath; I am sure all the rage I had built in has been released. Now I feel like crying.
"-knock knock-."
I cover my mouth, trying to stop any cries from being heard. Though it's too late, because I had been cursing and screaming the whole time I was busy having my fit.
"Are you done Alfred?" asked Toris, on the other side of my door.
"Toris," I say clearing my nose," I feel like killing myself."
"Don't say that," he replies quietly.
"I can't do anything; I try and try to get us back together, but it's no use. It's been 3 times I invite him over to a party, but, he won't show. I can't feel calm or happy anymore."
" . . . are you telling me the smiling Alfred I saw downstairs a few hours ago cleaning and singing wasn't being happy?"
"I was just happy he was coming, but he isn't."
"He's busy, very busy," muttered Toris.
"I don't care, he should always come to see me," I mumbled.
"You rotten child," he said.
"Sounds that way huh?"
"And needy," he said. I take a long breath in, and then I hear him speak.
"Is this a good moment to bring up that you have other people who love and depend on you?" he said. I turn to face the door separating us.
"No, it's not a bad time," I reply.
I have a superiority complex when it comes to Arthur; I believe I'm the most important person to him, I believe he knows that, I believe he knows how much he's important to me, I believe he'd do anything for me. For us. I believe too much. Or really, anyone who has ever loved someone does. Why does it have to be so weird to come up to someone and tell them you get sad when they don't reply to messages fast enough like you do, they don't know how much you work to impress them, they don't know just being around them is actually enough, or knowing they are on the other end of a phone line [conversation] is good enough for you?
I unlock my door and open it. Toris is standing on the other side of my doorway, looking down.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I think I should give this to you," he says as he reached inside his coat.
"What? Give me w-?"
He hands me an envelope. 'Arthur Kirkland' is written on the front. I keep staring at it in disbelief.
"I understand if you want to stop talking to me, or hit me. I've been keeping it from you for a while now, but I thought I'd be bad for you to read and-"
"I don't care what it has in it," I say.
"W-what?"
I take the letter and rip it.
"W-what are you doing? ! I thought you loved him!" he exclaims.
"He can keep on living, whether I reply to what that letter says or not. If he is so 'intrigued' with speaking to me again, then he can get his jerk of a butt over here! Come on Toris, we have a party to enjoy downstairs!" I yell as I take his hand. Toris looks back at the torn letter.
"But, that was a letter saying when you wanted to meet up and he'd come-"
"I made a separate cake downstairs. Its chocolate, you favorite!" I exclaim as he and I walk down the stairs. His worried expression turns into a smiling smirk.
"I want a big piece," he says.
"Of course, the biggest slice for you!" I squeak back.
I should be more concerned caring about the people around me, than some jerk who won't even mail me first hand instead of having a middle man do it.
A little later . . .
"So is he really okay?" asked Ivan a she ate a cupcake, sitting on a table in the living room. A few people stayed to clean up in Alfred's home, really just Toris and Ivan.
"Yes, he tore that letter right in half," said Toris as he was busy sweeping some streamers on the floor.
"What if it was some act of bravery," said Ivan.
"Didn't stop him from having a good time," smiled Toris.
"That too, guess we just have to wait and see," said Ivan smiling as he finished his cupcake.
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