The following Thursday was Thanksgiving; my mother and I were invited to Alfred's for it. I'd never seen so much food in one place! Between he, his parents, his aunt and uncle from Maine, their son, my mother and I, we ate an entire turkey; mountains of potatoes, squash, and stuffing; not to mention about seven other things. Then after all that, his mother brought out twelve kinds of pies. I must've consumed at least five pounds of food, and encouraged to eat another ten.
Afterwards, Alfred, I, and his cousin went upstairs. He flopped onto his bed, belching loudly. I sat beside him, and his cousin took over the beanbag chair in the corner.
"So Artie!" My brow twitched, per usual, but I ignored it, per usual. "Weren't that fun? I love eating all that food!" he giggled, and I sighed. I still hated his grammar.
"I guess it was..." I chose to ignore the urge to correct him. "I haven't eaten that much in years!" He laughed, along with his cousin.
"We eat like this every Thanksgiving!" His cousin said quietly from the corner. "Al's parents are big on food."
"'Big' is an understatement!" Alfred giggled once more. "We love to eat loads of food! Mattie doesn't eat a lot though." His cousin attempted defending himself, but Alfred just continued. "This is the first year he's actually eaten a lot!"
"I-I eat plenty, thank you very much!" Matt whisper-yelled from the corner.
"Nu-uh!" Alfred replied teasingly. I just sighed. Their battle lasted quite awhile.
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After that, school was pretty boring. We didn't cover much, other than a few review assignments for upcoming tests. We were hit with major snowstorms all through December, causing a few days of school to be called off.
"Damn!" I cursed at the TV. I was up and ready, about to head out the door when the little bar scrolling across the bottom of the TV read that my school was called off... Again. I went back upstairs, wondering why the world decided to do this to me. I got up, dressed, and ready to go just to have them tell me I got up for nothing.
I sighed, undressed, and went back to bed. I hadn't slept well the night before, so I took the opporitunity to get some much deserved sleep.
Once again, I was met with dreams of Alexander.
"You there!" Alexander's voice rang through the air. I turned around to see what he wanted; His face was right there. Our mouths collided, and after a few seconds we both pulled back. I felt my face turn red, and I looked away.
"Er, uh..." He attempted to continue with what he was saying, but couldn't seem to remember. I didn't feel so bad; I'dve been at a loss for words too. Scratch that, I WAS at a loss for words. He looked at me, and I looked back.
"I uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to uh... Yeah..." He blushed then, smiling sheepishly. "Not my fault!"
We laughed, slipping into a playful conversation. But then once more, the scene changed.
"Is there... Anything I can do...?" I spoke slowly, trying to hold my tears in. He looked at me, trying to slow his new tears.
"I... I just want you to..." He rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the salty liquid. "Tell me you love me..."
I lost it then; a few tears fell down my cheeks. "Oh, Alex..." My voice wavered. "You already know that... But I'll tell you anyways." I held him tight, kissing his forehead, down to his cheeks, then to his chin. "I love you..." I muttered over and over. I kept doing this, right up until he smiled.
"Okay, okay..." He laughed as I kept doing it. "I understand, you love me. I love you too, Arthur..."
When I awoke, I added a single word below the single letter on my wrist.
(A/N: compare to the end of Chapter six if you dun remember ;D)