AUTHOR: seecarrun
19th of November, 2014 - Share a Coke with…
"Hey Mattie, could you help me out with something?"
Matthew put down his fork and eyed his brother cautiously, slowly chewing the last bit of his pancake breakfast. "With what?" he asked carefully.
Alfred's face flushed. "Weeeell-"
"And don't lie to me," Matthew interrupted with as much as a glare as the sweet boy could muster.
Alfred gulped. "W-what? I would never lie to you!"
Lie.
"I just need some help with this school thing!"
Also a lie.
"And, uh, you see…" he paused before collapsing into the chair next to Matthew, head in his hands. "I'm an idiot."
Sadly, not a lie.
"Go on," he prompted, gesturing Alfred to continue.
The other boy sighed heavily, his head still buried in his hands, causing his glasses to slip up under his bangs on his forehead. "So, there is this guy, and I've got the stupidest little crush on him, and-"
"Crush? What are you, twelve?"
"It's the best way to describe it, now shut up."
Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, he's freaking adorable, but like, I can't bring myself to even talk to him!" He ran a hand through his hair.
"Wait, wait, wait," Matthew shushed him, holding up a single finger and smirking. "You mean to tell me that there is someone that the great Alfred Jones is intimidated by?" He whistled. "Must be some crush. Who is this guy?"
Alfred bit his lip. "The student council president…"
"Arthur Kirkland?!"
"Don't… say it like that!" he whined, pulling at his hair. "I never even knew the dude existed until last month when I had to ask him for an extension on the football fundraiser, and he's been on my mind ever since!"
Matthew sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "My little Alfie is in love!"
"It's just a crush!" he insisted, flushing. But Matt just waved him off with a laugh.
"I know, I know," he chuckled. "What do you need me to do?"
Alfred took a deep breath and started to share his plan.
Arthur unlocked the door to the student council room and haphazardly tossed his bag to the side, collapsing into his chair with a sigh.
Whomever decided that Monday afternoons would be the perfect time for his office hours was a prat and deserved to be hit quite roughly in the face.
He just wanted to go home.
After not too long, his personal pity-party was interrupted by a soft knocking on the office door, and after making sure he at least looked like he had been doing something productive, he cleared his throat and called "Come in."
A far too familiar and devastatingly handsome face poked through the door.
Oh bloody hell, it was Alfred Jones.
Arthur sat up just a little straighter in his chair, subconsciously brushing his hair away from his face with his hand. "Can I help you, Jones?" he asked as calmly as possible, despite his rapidly beating heart.
There might have been a slight, itty-bitty chance Arthur had a big, fat, utterly stupid crush on Alfred Jones.
"The fundraiser money isn't due for another week," Arthur continued, feeling himself flush ever so slightly darker as the gorgeous American football player walked closer.
Alfred's blue, blue eyes widened."Wha-? Oh! No! Ha! I, um, didn't come here about that."
"Then what-?"
"I GOT THIS AND THOUGHT YOU SHOULD HAVE IT."
Arthur blinked owlishly, so taken back by Alfred's sudden raised voice, he almost missed the item Alfred's shaky hands extended toward him.
"A Coke?" he asked, obviously confused, as he took the offered beverage into his hands. "I don't exactly drink the stuff, but- oh."
There, on the side of the bottle, were the words "Share a Coke with Arthur" written in white against the bold red. One glance at Alfred's face revealed he, too, was a similar red.
"I-I got it out of the vending machine, and, well, I've never gotten one with someone I know's name on it before, so I, like, figured I might as well give it to you, and… stuff," Alfred rambled, looking everywhere around the room but at Arthur.
Arthur held the bottle delicately, still a bit too taken back at the moment to do much more than blush lightly and stutter a quick "Well, uh, thank you" with a smile.
Alfred grinned in reply to Arthur's smile, shooting the student council president an enthusiastic thumbs up. "No prob dude, enjoy!" he chirped, and before Arthur knew it, the boy was gone, practically sprinting down the hall.
Alone once more, he gazed at the bottle in his hands.
Yeah, there was no bloody way he was drinking that Coke. He was saving that thing forever.
Matthew smiled fondly when he saw his brother practically skipping across the school parking lot, a triumphant fist in the air above his head.
"So you gave him the Coke, huh?" he asked as Alfred slid into the driver's seat, beaming from ear to ear.
"Hells yeah I did!" he practically sang, starting the car and pulling, just a bit too quickly, out of his parking spot. "Totally worth it, dude!"
Matthew scoffed. "I sure hope so. We only spent a small fortune on Coke to find that bottle. We're gonna be drinking that stuff for months."
But Alfred was all smiles, his empty wallet and his garage filled to the roof with Coca-Cola be damned.