Arthur had only made it half a block down the street before -WHACK!
"Ow! Bloody Hell!" Arthur yelled holding the back of his head. If felt as if someone threw a brick at him. Whatever it was, it bounced off his head and landed right next to him. Arthur opened one eye, only to see a slightly worn out baseball.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry, dude." An American accent called form behind him. Arthur slowly turned, planning on yelling at the boy. He was just about to open his mouth, until he realized he was looking into a pair of clear blue eyes. Arthur immediately went mute.
"Oh, Mattie, Gilbert, I think we broke him!" The boy with blue eyes worriedly called back to someone.
"Nice going, Alfred. They tell you to stop breaking windows, so you start breaking people," an albino boy said sarcastically.
"Hey, it's not my fault. Mathew's the one who threw it way to hard!" the blue eyed boy, who was apparently Alfred, Pointed to another boy, running toward them, who Arthur guessed was Mathew.
"I am so sorry! And Alfred you were supposed to catch it!" Mathew quietly shrieked.
"That was so unawesome Alfred, how could you miss that catch?" The albino, Gilbert, Clapped his hand on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred shrugged and started chatting about it with Gilbert.
"How can you guys worry about catching a freaking ball at a moment like this? Eh?" Mathew's question caught their attention once again.
"Oh, yeah…" Alfred and Gilbert both said in unison.
"I'm sorry for those idiots. Are you alright?" Mathew asked quietly. Arthur nodded and cleared his throat.
"Uh, yes I'm fine," Arthur faked a smile, and then took a step forward, only to trip over his own two feet.
"Slow down there, partner." Alfred said catching the disoriented Brit in his arms, before Arthur could smash his face in the ground. Arthur's cheeks heated up when he realized his was in the Americans arms. He tried to squirm out, but with no luck.
"We'll have to take you home. Where do you live?"
"Uh, t-the Victorian home with the moving truck," Arthur stuttered and pointed down the street. After he said that he couldn't help but notice, Gilbert whistled as they got near Arthur's home.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, your place is just pretty awesome," the albino flashed him a smile as they entered the home.
"Arthur! What happened to you?" Arthur's mother walked out of the kitchen toward him.
"Mattie here, accidently hit him in the head with a base ball," Alfred smiled and pointed to Mathew.
"Oh, no, Could you boys take him up stairs to his room while I get some ice?"
Alfred and the others nodded and walked Arthur up stairs.
"Witch room is yours?"
"Up those stairs," Arthur tried to walk himself but only tripped again.
"Oh, no you don't," Gilbert and Alfred grabbed Arthur's arms and stated to haul him up the stairs.
Dear god, I hope mum didn't unpack my boxes yet.
Arthur closed his eyes and held his breath; afraid of what he may see when they entered his room.
"Cool room, bro!" Alfred shouted, Arthur was shocked when he opened his eyes to find his mother hadn't unpacked any of his unicorns, but instead there were now two chairs and a small table near his bay windows, a night stand next to his bed, desk with a office chair, and a couple of beanbag chairs. In the far corner, his boxes were stacked neatly next to his dresser.
"Uh thanks,"
"No problem," Alfred laughed. Arthur's already pink cheeks darkened when he heard the Americans child like laugh.
"Hey Al, since you've have this handled, Mattie and I are going to go. Okay?" Gilbert interrupted, grabbing Mathew by the hand and pulling him toward the door. Arthur couldn't tell if they were holding hands or if Gilbert was just leading Mathew out of the house. He just shook his head to cast away the odd idea. Thinking it he must be going mad from the possible concussion he just received.
"Uh, sure, see ya at diner Matt," Alfred call to them over his shoulder.
"Should I just sit ya on your bed?" there was a long silent pause, until Arthur realized Alfred was speaking to him.
"Oh, uhm, y-yes I… Uh, suppose that would be best," Alfred nodded.
Once Arthur was sitting on his bed, he had stated to feel better, but the back of his head where the ball collided with him still hurt. He went to touch his head to feel for a bump. He sucked in air quickly when his finger lightly touched the swelling bump.
"Man, you took a real hit. I wasn't even expecting Mattie to throw the ball that hard," the American laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. If it weren't for the growing pain in the back of Arthur's head, he would be glaring at Alfred.
"Well maybe you should have been a bit more careful," Arthur tried to glare this time but to his dismay he only caused his head to hurt more
"Yeah, but I'm only human. By the way, the names Alfred F. Jones," Arthur stared at Alfred's out stretched hand, and slowly reached his own hand out and shook it.
"Arthur Kirkland," Arthur said with a small smile. He couldn't help it. The American put on a large goofy smile and ran his hand through his dark honey blonde hair.
"So, I guess you aren't from around here?" Arthur frowned
"No, I'm not from around here. My family just moved from England,"
"England? I should've guessed, from your accent. So do you like it here in America?" Alfred asked excited for some reason.
"Well, I guess it's not horrible here. I don't have to live with my brothers for a while. That is a good thing. And the house is nice. But I'll miss having fun with my friends; in fact they're all probably at some concert or a party," Arthur looked down; he could feel the slight stab of pain in the back of his head.
"Dude, I know what its like. I moved across the street with my mom and stepdad a few years ago. I missed all my friends too. Hell, I still do," Alfred sat next to Arthur on his bed.
"Arthur, I brought you some ice and a glass of water," Arthur's mother walked in to the room. Placing the water on his night stand and handing him the bag of ice, who rested it on his bump and made a slight hissing sound.
"Thanks, mum,"
"Wait, you said your families from England," Arthur's mother smiled.
"Oh, I was born and raised in America. But I met, Elliot, Arthur's father in college and I moved to England with him to start a family," Alfred looked at Arthur with his goofy grin again, Causing Arthur to blush.
"Okay mum, we get it," Arthur waved his mother off.
"Arthur, you can be such a party pooper sometimes. I kind of liked it when you were all punk, you were more fun, but I could have done without the multi-color hair and the partying," His mother sighed.
"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Scarlet Kirkland. And what happened to the other boys that were here?" Arthur's mother said remembering Alfred was in the room.
"Alfred, and those two probably had some date planed, so they left me here to make sure Arthur's alright," Arthur started to cough after he choked on his water when Alfred mentioned Mathew and Gilbert were on a date.
"Hey dude, you okay?"
"I'm fine," Arthur managed in between coughs. Arthur had stopped coughing long enough to hear Alfred mumble something along the lines of "Yeah, you are," Causing Arthur to go into another coughing fit.
Did i just hear him correctly?
"Alfred, dear would you like to stay for diner? I was planning on making burgers," Arthur's green shot up to meet his mothers with a glare. A scowl had already made itself at home on his face.
"Burgers? Sure, I'd love to. Let me just text my mom real quick," Alfred replied and pulled his phone out and typed a quick message out. Arthur cursed every small click the keys on Alfred's phone made.
Only a few seconds went by until Alfred's phone chimed and a huge smile lit his face.
"Well, Mrs. Kirkland, I guess I'm staying for dinner. My mom said she's fine with it,"
"Oh Goody, diner will be ready in about a half an hour," Arthur's mother said almost singing as she walked out the door leaving the two boys alone in Arthur's room.
"So… You were punk?" Alfred smiled and gave Arthur a small wink, causing Arthur to groan and fall face first into his pillow to hide his embarrassment.
This is going to be a long evening…
Hey everybody,
Yay, another chapter! So... I hope everyone is enjoying Safe! so far. I'm planing on updating about once a week, as long as my school work doesn't get too overwhelming. However, right now I'm sick and have a long weekend. So, I'll be posting more often.