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Chapter Three: In Denial Forever?
"I believe we're all in denial about the people we love."
-David Geffen
The waitress returned after a few minutes. "What would you all like to drink?" She asked, smiling directly at Alfred. Arthur was a bit put off by this, but ignored it and ordered some soda. Everyone else ordered their drinks, and then the waitress looked expectantly at Alfred. The American boy hummed, tapping his chin in thought. Arthur wondered if he was the only one noticing how the waitress was edging closer and closer.
"Uh, well," Alfred said, looking at the kids menu that had scribbles and drawings all over it, "What do you recommend?" Arthur watched helplessly as the waitress leaned down close to Alfred and set a menu in front of him, speaking in a soft mummer as she went over the drinks on the menu. The British boy looked to the others for help, but they were all chatting amongst themselves and not paying attention.
He heard a small chuckle escape Alfred's mouth and he smiled at the waitress. "Or you could get this one," The waitress said, pointing at something on the menu, smiling in return. Arthur had to admit, she was pretty. Long white-ish blonde hair, icy eyes and pink lips. Arthur wasn't pretty, he was a boy, and he could never look like her. What the bloody hell am I thinking? It's not like he's my damn boyfriend or something. Arthur scolded himself. The waitress continued pointing out drinks, one hand finding its way to Alfred's shoulder.
I've got to do something, Arthur thought desperately, not caring that he sounded like some love-sick teenager (which he was but don't tell him that). What though? He raked his brain for ideas. The waitress's hand was getting closer to Alfred's neck… Arthur screamed inside his head.
"I'll just get a- mmph!" Alfred was about to place his order when Arthur attacked his mouth. The others looked up in surprise as Arthur placed frenzied kisses along Alfred's lips. Said American boy was frozen in shock, as was the waitress, but soon got over it and threaded his hands in Arthur's hair, pulling him down for a more forceful kiss. The waitress forced a laugh.
"Uh, well I'll just go get your drinks then," she said, staring at Alfred and Arthur (who seemed to have forgotten that a restaurant full of people was watching them) for a moment longer before dashing off to place their order.
"Geez Alfred, why don't you just bite off his head," Matthew said loudly, repeating his brother's words from earlier. Alfred just gave his brother a rude gesture and continued to snog the British boy who by this time had gotten off his own chair and positioned himself in Alfred's lap. Lovino threw his spoon at them and Francis watched with interest. "You guys I'm serious we might get kicked out of the restaurant!" Matthew snapped, noticing that more people in the dining room had turned to watch.
Alfred pulled his lips away from Arthur's with a pop. The British boy whined at the loss of contact and dropped his head into the scoop of Alfred's neck. "Hey," Alfred said breathlessly, "You guys eat without us okay?" He stood up, carrying Arthur with him who had started to press kisses along Alfred's neck.
"How are you going to get home? ANTONIO DROVE US!" Matthew shouted angrily at his brother. Alfred waved a hand and headed for the restaurant door.
"Walk," Alfred called over his shoulder before he and Arthur left their six friends gaping behind.
Three Years Later
"I'm going to college in England," Arthur said sternly, refusing to be swayed by the soft kisses making their way down his jaw. He and Alfred were currently seating on the floor of their hotel room, where they were staying during their senior Disneyland trip. Arthur had been trying to read a book while Alfred pestered him about what he was going to do after the trip. The American didn't want Arthur to leave him and go away to school in the UK.
"Come on, babe. Can't you just go to school here in the States?" Alfred mumbled, slipping his fingers under the hem of Arthur's shirt. Arthur sighed, turning the page of his book and trying to focus on reading it. Alfred however (and Arthur should have known this after spending three years with him) was persistent. "We'll go to Yale, Harvard!" He said, kissing the corner of Arthur's lips.
"I've already sent in my application to Oxford, I'm going Alfred," Arthur said, setting his book down and sighing again.
"Then I'll go with you," Alfred said, kissing Arthur fully on the lips this time.
"Alfred-" Arthur started, but was silenced by Alfred's lips again.
"I'm serious, we can live together, I'll work and you'll go to school," He said, voice starting to sound desperate, like he was pleading Arthur to listen to him. Arthur hesitated.
"No, Alfred," He said, smiling sadly and kissing Alfred's forehead, "You can't throw away your future for me." Alfred nipped at Arthur's neck.
"I won't. My future is with you."
End Final Chapter
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By Elizabethsickkk
Thank you for reading.