Ch 2: Stab My Heart
Ghost!AlfredxStudent!Arthur
Summary: Arthur Kirkland was different from the other kids, because Arthur could see ghosts. His life just seemed to turn for better and for worse because of that. USUK. Ghost!AlfredxArthur
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A/N:
Welcome back to a new chapter of Stab My Heart! I'll probably have more to say at the end Author's Notes so see you there, I guess?
"Alfred?"
It's been 3 weeks since Arthur stumbled upon the cheery American ghost. Arthur's surprised really, how long they've been together, that Arthur's actually thinking he's developing a crush on the ghost.
It's ridiculous when he thinks about it but Alfred just seems so... lovable to him. Alfred was kind, sometimes annoying but he was always there worrying and comforting Arthur when he came back from school with bruises or when Arthur felt like crying. Alfred was the only person (ghost) Arthur trusted with everything, he told the ghost about all his secrets and not once did Alfred ever said he was weird or disgusting because of it. Alfred was the only one who could make Arthur laugh; before all Arthur had was books and the library for sanctuary but now Arthur found himself going less to the library and more with Alfred. Arthur loved everything about the American and it was causing him trouble.
"Hey! You're here!" Alfred popped up from the floor. Unbeknownst to Arthur, Alfred returned his feelings.
To Alfred, Arthur was absolutely adorable; his roundish face, the little pouts he makes when he's angry and even the fact that the Brit was shorter than him was all adorable. Alfred's been thinking of a way to confess to him but whenever he finishes a plan, he would always think that Arthur would say that he only thought of him as a friend and it would all get awkward between them and eventually Arthur would stop seeing him and the ghost would be lonely all over again, not to mention that he'll get heart broken as well.
Arthur yipped"Bloody hell, Alfred! Don't do that! You gave me a fright!" He attempted to swipe at the ghost, which always resulted in his hand going through. Alfred laughed "sorry Artie".
The Brit sat on the ground - like he always does when he comes to visit the American - and brings out slightly burned fish and chips from his backpack, since he knew he'll stay for a couple of hours. Like their unaware of routine, Arthur stares at Alfred, totally prepared for the question the ghost first asks.
"So, how's the day goin'?" Like Arthur anticipated, Alfred asked the question. Arthur drew in a deep breath and sighed. "Nothing much, I passed my English exam and that's pretty much it"
"That's cool, I guess I should have known you of all people to pass an English exam, get it? 'Cause you're English?-" And there Alfred goes again, droning on and continuously talking, Arthur peeks at him again. 'Alfred is quite handsome, he must've had millions of girls flocking around him when he was alive, he would have millions of ghost women (women ghost?) around him if he exited the house' Arthur chuckles at his own thought.
A faded hand snaps him back to reality. Alfred was waving his hand at his face, 'must've zoned out again' Arthur thought to himself.
"Artie?" That blasted nickname, Arthur should scold Alfred, maybe later. "Hm?" Arthur turned his head to look at the other, he blushed. Alfred was so close.
"I wanna touch you"
Alfred sounded dejected, or was it just Arthur's imagination? The ghost travelled a cold airy hand to trace Arthur's jawline. Arthur tensed. He almost felt it, the area where Alfred touched felt cold but otherwise, he couldn't feel it. Arthur brought his attention to Alfred's words and blushed even harder. The ghost then brought his lips to touch Arthur's, he felt his lips cool.
"I wanna kiss you"
Arthur's heart nearly skipped a beat, was that a confession? The American drew back and sat down in front of Arthur, his face looked so... sad? Disappointed? It seemed like both.
"Alfred I-" 'I what?' Arthur froze mid-sentence. He looked at Alfred's eyes, trying to find something, anything to say.
"I like you Arthur"
"I like you too-"
"No, I like you!" Alfred stood up, hands balled at his sides. "I really like you Arthur. I love you!"
Arthur stood up as well, he felt sort of angry. His cheeks were still red and his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might explode. This felt all too much for the Brit.
So he left the house.
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Arthur didn't come to the house the next day, or the day after, and the day after that. He was too confused with his feelings. Alfred liked him back, that was good, right? But if they did love each other it would be too much of a difficult relationship; Alfred was a ghost, they could never touch each other, they could never kiss or hug or make love or anything and Arthur knew he could never have a future with Alfred, Arthur would continue to age while Alfred would always stay the same and it was frustrating!
Arthur was back in the library, searching for ways that can make him and Alfred be together, he knew it sounded stupid but he would at least give it a try.
A/N:
Gasp! Little tension going on! I wonder how poor Alfie's taking their time apart. Probably bored out of his wits, sorry Al! Sorry the story's goin' a little too fast, it's only supposed to be like, 3 chapters.
The story's coming to an end soon... Unless you want me to extend it or give an alternate ending. Review or PM me if you do want an extension or alternate ending!
Well, on to writing the next chapter.
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