Lovesick Radio (II)

Alfred lazed on his Captain America sheeted bed flinging and catching his old, high school football in the air. God, he was so bored! He never remember feeling this bored when Arthur was around. There were so many things to do, places they could be going to right now.

He and Arthur could be down in Santa Monica playing midway games at the piers and basking in the wonderful Californian sunshine. Or they could be hiking out somewhere in Yosemite where Arthur would be drawing pictures of the wildlife with Alfred pitching the tent and making s'mores for the both of them. Or they could be up in Napa Valley test-drinking the wine and perhaps Arthur could get drunk enough to start acting like a wasted old man. Better yet, they could be in Malibu surfing and drinking piña coladas.

Alfred stared at the California state fair tickets on his desk table. He had already purchased them a full month's advance in hopes that he and Arthur would've made up by then.

"So much for that…," the blonde sighed. What would he do with his life now?

"Screw this. I can't get stuck in the past like an old geezer. I'm nineteen, damn it! I've gotta ton of stuff ahead of me instead of wastin' it on a British dude. Pull yourself together, man! Move on!"

Alfred jumped out of his bed in new found glory.

"Alright! Tomorrow I'm gonna go out and work in the gym. Then I'm gonna go down to Malibu and get drowned with milkshakes. After that I'll take a trip down to Hollywood and stalk Angelina Jolie. With any luck, she'll recognize my awesome, good looking charm and recommend me to a big shot movie director. I'll become a badass superhero in one of their billion-dollar movies and be a famous actor. Then, and only then, will I show off my super awesome movie actor self to Arthur again!"

With a heroic pose, the ambitious young man ran out of his apartment, almost tripping on his flat mate's cat.

Half an hour later, Alfred was found melodramatically sobbing and snacking on a cheeseburger (and occasionally slurping on a strawberry milkshake) by his Japanese roommate, Kiku Honda.

"H-hey Kiku, how do you say 'fuck you, Arthur' in Japanese?"

"Alfred-san, I do not think that is appropria-"

"Oh c'mon, man!"

"W-well…i-it's 'kutabare Arthur-san'," mumbled the introverted man.

"Hahahaha! 'Kay, now how do you say shithead?"

"A-Alfred-san, I really don't think-"

"Wanna burger?" The blonde smiled and threateningly waved a 'totally maxed out bacon and steak cheeseburger.'

"K-kusotare, b-baka American."

"Hahahaha! I'll make sure to remember that one. It might come in handy when I see Arthur again. Alright, now how about-…Kiku? Dude?" Alfred scratched his head searched all over the apartment complex for his missing buddy.

Author's Notes:

1. Yes, the story takes place in good ol' California. I've been to all those places, from NorCal to SoCal. In my completely biased opinion, California is one of the most beautiful states of America.

2. I apologize if the Japanese is wrong. I don't know anybody who can help and translate it to romaji.