I hear my alarm go off like an angry mother and I shoot right up. My hair's a mess, as usual, and I feel like total shit. My stomach is upset and is affecting my already shitty outlook on the day. I rub my left eye and release a small yawn, stretching my shoulders inwards as I look over at my nightstand for my alarm to see the time is 6:21. Well damn. I have all the time in the world. I throw my blankets off and swing to the side of the bed. My feet reach to the hardwood floor and lift me up. Okay, so I have all of this time. Maybe I can actually make tea this morning. I pace myself towards the kitchen and reach up to the cupboard to grab the kettle. God, my arms are so pale. And covered in scars. How long has it been now? 2 years? The sink faucet sprays me in my face, stopping my train of thought and I'm now standing in the middle of my kitchen, soaking wet. Pfftt, I can totally see how that can be taken the wrong way. I set the teapot on the oven burner and rush back to my room.
Pulling out a pair of older dark colored jeans and a black Slipknot t-shirt, I begin to get undressed from my sleepwear. As I pull off my shirt, I stand in front of the mirror and take another look at my upper body. Visible ribs, even paler skin, and a very fragile appearance stare back at me. I sigh and pull into my band t-shirt until I hear the kettle go off. Running back into the kitchen, I make my cup of tea, in my Union Jack boxers. I have the worst timing in the world. I set my cup down to cool off and so I can at least put on some trousers. Heading back to my room, I struggle into my skinny jeans when I hear my cell phone go off. That annoying ringtone indicated that I received a text message. But who the hell would text me? I button my pants and slip my black P.F Flyers on before I do anything. Then, I snatch my phone off of the giant pile of dirty clothes stashed in the corner by closet. I click my messages to see a random number displayed. What the fuck? The message reads:
Hey Artie! U should sleep in a little and I'll come and get u today. I'll come by 7:20. -Al
Fuck me running. Now he has my number. First my accompany, then my address. Now my phone number. This is going to be a lovely fucking day. I angrily text Alfred back.
What the hell, Alfred?! How the fuck did you get my number?
Almost immediately, he responds.
Maybe I memorized it off your schedule yesterday. Now get ready for school and I'll be there real soon! ^-^
What an idiot.
Maybe I can walk by my fucking self. And you can go piss off.
Aww, Artie! K, I'll come now.
My patience is running very thin and I'm starting to get pissed.
Alfred, I don't think you get it. I don't want to ever be a part of your life. So please just get away while you can. No one ever asked you to befriend me, so just fuck off.
I feel remorse and regret flow over me. That is, until I hear back from him.
I'll be over before u know it. Just stay put, k?
I consider texting him back, but I know that nothing I can say will change his stubborn American mind. I sigh and flop onto my bed, arms far from me and feet still planted on the ground. I hate this. I look at the clock and check the time. 6:46. Lovely. Oh shit, I forgot. I get up and stand in front of my closet to pick out a jacket. I decide on the Tardis hoodie and quickly throw it on, making sure it covers my forearms. But before I can zip it up, I hear a loud knock echo from the living room. I jump and run to the door, knowing who was on the other side. I approach the door and hesitantly open it a crack and gingerly stand behind it.
"Y-yes?", I reluctantly start.
"'Ey bro!", Alfred screams, throwing open the door, hitting me in my face. "Where you at?!"
I land on my arse and clutch my nose with both hands. Damn, that moron. Alfred turns around and sees me beside the door and rushes by my side.
"Oh, sorry dude! Didn't see ya there. My bad!"
I remove my hands and throw a fist at Alfred. My mouth forms and agitated frown, as I grind my teeth.
"Well maybe if you didn't decide to SHOVE your way through the damn door!" He catches my fist in mid air and chuckles, still in front of the doorway.
"Dude, calm down! You ready or what? I see you're dressed, so just grab your school shit and lets get goin'!"
I look down at my chest to see that I am dressed and, in fact, ready. I look back up at Alfred to see him smiling, still having a hold against my fist. Damn, he's strong. I keep my glare with Alfred until he finally snaps. He's laughing like an idiot, hunched over grabbing his stomach with one hand and taking my fist with him in the other.
"What the hell, Alfred?"
He looks back up at me and smiles.
"It's just, you looked so cute when you tried to hit me, I just,", he continues to giggle.
"Spit it out. I can barely understand you."
He stands up, still holding my now relaxed fist, making it really awkward really quick. I, still sitting on the floor, shoot him a disgruntled expression and that fool falls into another laughing fit.
"C'mon. We gotta get goin'." He pulls me up unexpectedly and I fall into his chest from lack of preparation and surprise. I can feel his heart beating faster and faster and I get hot. I breathe in Alfred scent and my mind goes numb. Before I let anything happen, I raise my hands up his chest and hear his heartbeat go faster until I push him out into the hallway. He lands on his arse and rubs his eyes for clarity.
"Now that was unnecessary, Artie."
I fold my arms and jeer at him from above while leaning on the door frame, an evil smirk across my face. "So now you get it. That's exactly how annoying you are. So please, just beat it-"
Alfred suddenly bounces up and comes to my waist, pushing me back into the entryway of my living room floor. Astonished, I try to disjoin him from my stomach, but it's no use. Alfred's oversized arms wrap themselves around my hips like a boa constrictor. And to make matters worse, every time I attempt to move away, I seem to melt into him like quicksand.
"ALFRED, CUT IT THE HELL OUT! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
"No, no, NO! I wanna hold my Artie FOREVER AND EVER!"
Blushing as he buries his face in my stomach, I yell, "Do you know nothing of personal space?!"
"Haha, probably not!", he responds, laughing, burying his face back into me, sighing. "Ahh, you smell nice…"
"Get your ass off of me, Alfred! We have to leave for school soon!"
He sits up on all fours and straddles me between his arms and legs, hands placed by my shoulders. "Yes. We need to leave soon."
"Alfred no.", I angrily bark.
"Alfred YES!", he counters.
"Alfred, seriously. Cut it out."
"Mm, lemme think."
"Alfred…"
"NOPE. NO can DO!"
I sigh and roll my eyes as I turn my head to the side. Alfred's expression changes from asinine to contentment.
"What the fuck are you looking at?", I ask like the arse I am.
"Nothin'." he sighs, smiling.
"Well, knock it off."
"Jeez, priss ass. Fine, I'm up" He stands on his knees, with me still in between. My hands are in a loose fist, resting at my head level. Alfred's solemn expression is exchanged for a more devilish one as he slides back onto the floor and grabs my wrists.
"Alfred, what are you trying to do now?", I ask, irritated.
"Nothin'.", he replies. Damn that stupid phrase. He looks back at me and smiles. "Just tryin' somethin'."
"Oh? And what exactly is it you're trying to do?"
"Oh, Artie. I can't stand the way you tease. Shall we change that?" I pull my blush/frown combo and glare at Alfred who's smiling sweetly, eyes half closed.
"I am not teasing you and you will definitely not change anything. Got that?"
"Mhm, sure, sure.", he casually responds.
"Alfred…"
"Yes, Artie?", he asks with content.
"You'd better stop it."
"Hey, how is it that I have a nickname for you, but you don't have one for me?", he ignores.
"I don't know, Alfred. Maybe it's because you're a giant twat and I'm more mature than that-" I'm interrupted by Alfred as he closes in on me and has a certain look in eyes, but I can't detect it. God damn, have any of his friends been this close to him, since that's what we are, right?
"Can't ya give me one, Artie?", he asks.
"Yeaah, no-"
"WHY NOT? IS IT BECAUSE YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE?! WELL, I GET IT THEN, ARTHUR." He yells in a mocking voice, backing off a little and releasing my wrists.
"Alfred, I'm not your husband, so quit acting like a cheated housewife.", I exaggerate.
"No, no. It's fine. I GET it, Arthur. I'm a big boy, I can take it. Just tell me how you FEEL." I giggle, covering my mouth with both hands. I laugh so hard that I eventually squeeze my eyes shut and my hands fall from my face to hold my stomach. Stupidity is hilarity.
"Ah, there's that smile I like to see. Now, why don't 'cha go finish gettin' ready and we'll head out soon, 'kay?"
I stare at him in confusion and exhort, "Well, maybe if you would let me up."
"Haha, right." He gets back on his knees with my legs still in between. I sit up and accidently reach his face, and get hot. He hunches his back over and flashes that stupid grin while he grabs a hold of my back. We topple over for the third time, but I'm saved by Alfred's elbows that are guarding my arms and he puts his hands on my shoulders. He laughs and drops his head into my chest with his butt still in the air. Damn, and the door is still open.
"C-can we leave now?", I stutter.
"Ah, yes. We most certainly can.", he replies with a pur.
Before I know it, Alfred yanks me up by my right arm and we fly towards my bedroom. He throws me on the bed and turns to start searching for something, most likely my school things.
"Alfred, I'm not an invalid. I can find my shit just fine.", I extort. He turns to me and smiles while holding a pair of my used underwear from my dirty clothing pile.
"What was that, 'Kinky Kirkland'?" I stand up and keep my clenched fists at my side.
"Fuck you, Alfred! Whatever, I'm going to the kitchen." I race back out of my bedroom and see my lonely cup of tea, still patiently waiting on the round wooden table. I rush to its side and sigh in relief that it's still warm. Sipping and shutting my eyes, I hear the mighty oaf's footsteps come closer and closer until I open my eyes to see him standing there with my satchel in one hand and cell phone in the other.
"Got your crap. Speaking of crap… What the fuck are you drinking?" What did he say?
"Haven't you ever seen a cup of tea before in your whole life?", I ask sarcastically.
He nods his head and plops down in the matching oak chair in front of me. I sigh and go back to my breakfast while Alfred cocks his head like a confused puppy. My God, I hate it when people watch me eat. Just a weird little thing, but it sets me off. I angrily open my left eye at Alfred to see him daydreaming and looking stupid as usual. What a bastard. I break the uncomfortable silence by starting an uncomfortable conversation.
"So, when was it you said we have to leave by?"
"Huh? Oh, school's not that far off, so it'll only take about ten minutes."
"And the time would be…?"
"Oh! Umm, lemme check." Alfred swings his wrist from under the table and checks his oversized green plastic watch.
"7:09."
I look up at him with severe eyes and rise with my cup.
"All right then. I suppose we'll leave now. Just let me put my dishes in the sink." I turn my back on him and head for the kitchen sink and gently place my dishware in. I feel a warm and bulky set of arms loosely wrap around my waist and I get pissed immediately. I whirl my head around to find Alfred resting his chin on my shoulder and hugging me from behind. I urgently turn my whole body around, only to discover that Alfred still won't let go. He pulls me in tighter and has his head resting behind my shoulder blade. Much to my dismay, Alfred picks me up off of the tiled floor and continues his little hug fest from here. My arms are awkwardly by my side with Alfred's wrapped underneath them, his face now in my chest.
"We don't have to leave just yet, Artie. Maybe you could hug and love on me, I might let you go.", Alfred giggles.
"HELL NO I WILL NOT LOVE ON YOU! ALFRED, QUIT IT YOU TWIT!", I yell, frustrated.
"Artie?"
"HELL NO, ALFRED!"
"But why not?" He starts moving his face up my neck and I feel his hot breath on me, scaring the shit out of me.
"BECAUSE I'M MORE CIVILIZED THAN THAT, NOW LET GO OF ME!" He props me up on his right hip and holds me in his arms like a child, and smiles.
"What was that?", he jests. I shoot him a dirty look that may as well be that of a convict. He laughs and swivels his head towards me with that idiotic grin. Alfred then pulls that phony 'I'm going to drop you' stunt and I completely fall for it. I cling to his neck and my legs wrap around his leather aviator jacket, with my face hidden in his chest. I feel and hear him laugh as he starts hugging me tighter with his face close to my ear. I realize what I'm doing and sit up immediately, a blush starting to sweep itself across my face. Alfred smirks at this and thrusts his hips to scooch me up his side to get a better hold on me better. I cross my arms and pout as Alfred throws his head back to laugh.
"Haha, you so cute, Artie."
"Piss off, Alfred."
He purses his lips and turns his head the opposite way. "You're such a meanie! I just wanted ta tell ya how cute you are, but whatever. Be that way!"
"Let me down." I demand.
"Mm, okay. But on one condition."
I sigh and cut my eyes to a glare "What the hell do you want, Alfred?"
"You said that you'd come with me to the party Friday night, right? But now, I want you as my date." I stare at Alfred with resentment as he looks back at me with glee and a, frankly, annoyingly smug look on his face.
"Why?", I finally ask, breaking the long and awkward silence between us.
"Why do ya think, Artie?"
"Because, you're an idiot that has nothing better to do?"
"Yup, seems about right."
We awkwardly stare at each other and I finally fully realize that I'm still in Alfred's arms and wrapped around him. As if I'm his… Oh shit.
"Hey I just remembered that I've to go somewhere Friday, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to attend that party-thingy! Ah, well, my best wishes to you and the team-" My legs straighten themselves out and reach the floor and almost help me escape, but not for long. Alfred pulls me back in and grabs me tighter, with a serious look on his face. My arms are crushed by my sides and Alfred's large and muscular ones overtop.
"Alfred, the fuck are you doing?!"
He squeezes me tighter and replies, "I don't think so. I want you to be my date to the party, and I'll stop at nothing until you say yes."
"Ever think about what I want, you brat?!"
"No one has to know that we're going as a couple. Just come, please?"
"Hell NO!"
"Fine, then. You leave me no other choice." Alfred lets me down and I look down to fix my top. I glance back up to see him come charging and tackling me, back onto the floor. He plays a devilish grin and continues to stare straight at my face. Then, I feel him tickle my sides and lose it.
"S-stop it, Al-Alfred!", I laugh, smiling like a fool.
"What was that? I can't hear you!", he chuckles with and even bigger grin.
"Haha, A-Alfred! Cut it out!" He pauses and I come down from my laughing fit to see him staring back with concern.
"What is it, Alfred?"
"It's just, I've never heard ya laugh before. Not even in school."
"So?"
"I think you should do it more often."
I cut my eyes at him and his eyes somehow light up. "'Ey, I got it! I know how to make you say yes."
"Oh? Then be my guest."
"Well, you're pretty kinky, right?"
"Where is this going, Alfred?"
"Nowhere! It's just, since you're the way you are, do your parents not allow you to date?"
"What the bloody hell do you mean by, 'the way you are'?"
"KINKY KIRKLAND!"
"Shut the hell up!"
His face grows hopeful and he bursts out, "I'm not sure how I'd talk to your dad, but I bet your sweet ass that I can get your mom's permission! So, what'dya say?"
I feel my expression rapidly change from frustration to melancholy the moment those words fly out of Alfred's mouth.
"My mother?"
"Yes, your ma!"
"Alfred, my mother has been dead for quite some time now."
His whole demeanor changes and Alfred sits back up on his knees. I get up, too, and try to see what the fool is doing now.
"Oh, okay. Sorry I asked, then."
I rearrange myself to sit on my legs and talk to him.
"Alfred, there's no way you could've known about my mother being dead. And it's okay! I never knew the woman, so there really isn't any offense taken!"
"Really?"
"Really."
He lurches up and hugs, again. Getting real tired of his bullshit.
"Alfred!", I exaggerate, trying to squirm away.
"Arthur!", he mocks.
"Get up."
"Nope!"
"It's 7:20, Alfred.", I joke. He gets up and looks at his watch and his expression changes from half-witted to shock.
"Oh shit, bro! We gotta go, for reals!" He grabs my things from the kitchen table and throws them at me. I angrily sling on my messenger bag and toss my cell in it. Then, I find myself over Alfred's shoulder for second time in the past two days.
"Why, Alfred?", I ask, feeling worn out.
"Just 'cause!", he giggles as he descends the stairwell. We stop when I kick him in the gut and sets me down on the floor.
"Yo! Totally unfair!", he exclaims, rubbing the spot of impact.
"You totally deserved it.", I mimic. "You acted like a rapist."
"Dude, I'm not a rapist, in case ya haven't noticed."
"Then why have you been so close and cuddly with me, huh?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"What the hell does that mean?" He squats to my level on the floor and studies my face, making me sweat with anticipation.
"Yeah, you'll definitely find out soon.", he finally states, leaving a creepy atmosphere. Then, he stands up, scooping me up and carrying me bridal style down the stairs.
"Alfred, seriously. Stop, because if Mrs. Lizzy sees us, she'll FLIP.", I worry.
"Ha! The landlady? What's she gonna do?" Well, shit. He was going to find out some way or another.
Alfred continues down the stairs until we reach the small lobby area. Then, almost on command, I hear a girlish squeal from the receptionist desk. Alright, here we go.
"What the fuck?" I look up at Alfred as he looks at the desk at Mrs. Lizzy who's blushing, hands covering her cheeks.
"OHMYGOSH, ARTHUR! I TOLD YOU I WAS RIGHT! MY GAY-DAR IS NEVER WRONG!", squeals Mrs. Lizzy.
"What the HELL are you talkin' about?", Alfred asks.
"Ah, I don't know about that Mrs. Lizzy.", I start.
"But it HAS to be! Remember over the summer when I told you that you were going to get a BOYFRIEND sooner or later? And LOOK! And he's pretty handsome, too, if I do say so myself."
I cover my mouth as I laugh at Alfred, who looks completely dumfounded. "I told you, Alfred."
"Hey, hey, hey! We AREN'T a couple, miss!", he defends.
"Oh? And have you forgotten about what happened earlier this morning?", I joke.
"But that-", he starts before Mrs. Lizzy's squeals interrupt him.
"OHMYGOSH ARE YOU SERIOUS? ARTHUR, YOU PIMP! I CAN'T STAND HOW CUTE YOU TWO ARE!" She twiddles her long curly brown hair and continues to silently squeal.
"But-", Alfred attempt to say.
"AND JUST LOOK! HE'S EVEN CARRYING YOU! THAT IS SO PRECIOUS!"
"M'am, I can explain. He's just my-"
"BOYFRIEND! AH! YOU'RE SO ADORABLE!"
I'm still in Alfred's ams, and still snickering at him. It's funny when it isn't you. Alfred glances down at me and looks at me with compassion. I tense up, but continue to laugh at these two.
"HOLY CRAP! AND THE WAY HE JUST LOOKED AT YOU! I CAN'T EVEN…!" She starts twisting her torso and squealing like a fangirl.
"C'mon, Arthur. We gotta get goin'."
"Don't look so pissy. I told you why you shouldn't carry me, but you insisted." We head outside and he puts me back on the ground by the passenger side of his car.
"Yeah whatever. Now get in."
I throw open the door and climb in, then I slam it closed. Alfred looks over by me with a scowl on his face.
"Why'dya do that?"
"Do what?"
"My car door."
"Closed it?"
"Slammed it?"
"So? There's nothing wrong with your car, Alfred."
"Not just that. You've gotta treat her with respect. She is, after all, my first love." He lays his arms out across the dashboard and I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, Alfred."
"Don't 'whatever' me, Artie."
"Just fucking drive." He starts the car and we head out, my arms crossed and my body turned away from him. After a while, Alfred breaks the silence.
"Do we need to stop by a Rite-Aid or somethin' later?"
"What the hell? What for?"
"No need to be ashamed, Artie. I've had girlfriends before, I know the drill. Ya need to pick up tampons and Midol or somethin', right?"
I reach over and grip Alfred's neck and shout, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?!"
"HAHA! Nothin', Artie!" I let go and decide to glower at him instead.
"Jackass."
"Priss ass."
"Cut it out, Alfred." The car suddenly comes to a jolting stop and he looks over at me with that stupid American smug.
"Make me." His eyes close halfway and his smug turns to a smile. I get an idea and lean in closer, just enough so that he could feel my breath on his skin. Then, I extend my right arm behind my back and reach the car door handle.
"Maybe I will…" I secretly collect myself, face still in Alfred's and hand remaining on the door handle. I bite my lip and cut my eyes and he closes his own with his smile growing bigger. I feel a strange attraction and urge to actually do it. Fearful, I quickly throw open the door before anything happens and swiftly retreat, playing my cruel trick. Alfred opens his eyes and I take in that anticipated moment of achievement before I slam the door shut. He hurriedly exits the car with his school things and follows me out the parking and to the front of the school.
"What was that, Artie?" He grabs my left hand and roughly swings our arms up and down. I let go and keep my hand on the strap of my bookbag, hoping he won't go for it now.
"That's what you get for being a dick, Alfred."
"Being a dick or getting a dick?"
"What the fuck is that supposed mean?"
"You're gonna to be late, again. Haul your asses to class and get a move on it", the front desk lady interrupts.
"C'mon, Artie!" Alfred yanks my arm from off my bag strap and runs down the hallway to Mrs. Jones's homeroom. We stumble into the classroom and get looks from everyone. A giddy group of girls look at us and turn to giggle with each other. A couple of jocks glare at me, but turn their attention back to their conversation. My daydreaming is cut off by a certain American's boisterous tone.
"Artie, sit down!"
"Shut up, loud mouth." Then, our homeroom teacher finally enters the room and begins to yell at us.
"Oh, shit. I was kinda hopin' that you wouldn't show up today, Alfred.", she announces.
"Well, here I am, beotch." Before he says anything else, the morning announcements come on and we rise for that weird 'Pledge of Allegiance' shit. We sit back down and Mrs. Jones urges our silence, but of course, Alfred decides to whisper anyway.
"Psst, Artie!" I ignore him, but this keeps up and I finally cave in.
"Artieee…"
"What the fuck, Alfred?!"
"Nothin'. Just wanted to say hey."
"YO! SHUT UP BACK THERE!", Mrs, Jones screeches.
"Cranky bitch…", Alfred mutters.
The announcements soon end and Alfred turns to me and begins to babble.
"So I was thinkin' that after school we could go to the mall or somethin'. Sound fun?!"
"No, not really.", I exhale.
"Fine. Got anything better we could do?", he asks.
"Maybe I just wanted to go home and rest today-", I start.
"Oh! I get it! You're such a pervert, ya know that?", Alfred interrupts.
"And you're an annoying motherfucker, but you don't see me-"
"So harsh! I didn't mean anything by that! But anyway, are we at least still on for lunch? I have C lunch again today."
I pull out my schedule and check, praying that I don't have the same. Shit. I grumble, "Yeah, I suppose."
"And what classes do ya have today?", he asks.
"Lets see." I skim over the paper and find my alternative classes. "First period, Trigonometry. Second, Art. Third, History. Lunch, and Fourth period, Human and Child Development. How about you?"
"Mm, lets take a look see." He pulls out his own schedule and reads off of it. "I have actually have all of those. Except art. That's football practice for me."
"Lovely.", I sigh.
"I know you'll miss me second period. Just try not to miss me too much, okay?" I cringe my face and cut my eyes at him.
"Jackass."
"Priss ass."
The bell rings and everyone jumps up and scurries out into the hallway. Alfred and I walk out of the classroom last and begin to brace ourselves against the crowd of sweaty teenagers. Wow, these people are brutal. We advance out of the doorway and face these obnoxious fools, making my day just a little more lovelier. I look around and see that Alfred isn't by my side anymore. I don't even want to make an attempt to find him or I'll get trampled to death. Then, I feel someone grab my wrist and pull themselves up to me. Low and behold, Alfred pushes his way by my side once again and firmly grasps my left wrist.
"Damn, these people.", he manages, still holding my arm.
"Um, Alfred-"
"Yeah, Artie?"
"Let go."
"Yeah! I like 'Let it Go', too!" I don't think he can hear me.
"No, no. Let me go.", I reiterate.
"Let you go? Hell no! I don't wanna get lost again! And don't' cha like it when I hold your hand?", he says in a mocking tone.
"No, I don't like it and it's my wrist that you're holding."
"Would you like me to hold your hand, then?"
"I'd rather have a threesome with a porcupine and a horny dolphin than to hold your hand."
"Mm, descriptive. Could I join?", he jokes.
"If I don't want to hold your hand, what makes you think I would want to have a threesome with you?"
"How about just me?"
"Never on your life."
"Haha, ya know I'm just kidding, my dear."
"I somehow don't believe you, love."
We waltz into Trigonometry and I snatch my wrist back from Alfred. Taking two empty seats in the back of the class, we watch as the room piles up with staggering students. The bell rings and everyone quickly takes a seat and Alfred stiffens. I stare at him and wonder what the hell is going on and jump when the teacher slams her way through the door. A tall, young woman with long white-blonde hair sticking out from a pink headband. She's wearing a long pink coat to match her headband, despite that it's September. She stands behind her desk and starts speaking with a strong Russian accent.
"Hello, students. My name is Ms. Braginski and I'm going to be your Trigonometry teacher for 'de year. As most of you know from previous students, I can be very strict but that 'tis only when students misbehave. I'd like to get along so 'dere will be no problems, da?"
There's a collective sound of nervous muffles from the student body and everyone nods their heads.
"Okay. So today, I let you all talk. But do not 'dink 'dat 'tis will be a regular 'ting, or we will be having da issue, da?"
Everyone nods their head again and Ms. Braginski sits at her desk and starts knitting some pink thingy. I turn to Alfred who is sighing of relief and I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Why is everybody acting weird?"
"Dude, she's, like, teacher-zilla! There's a rumor that she chugged an entire 5 bottles of vodka by herself and she still taught her class that day! Man, from what I hear, she's a total monster!"
"Oh, whatever."
"Hey, Artie."
"What is it now, Alfred?"
"You gonna miss me next period? I know I'll miss you." So he wants to play like that, does he? I've got him now.
"No, not really. Actually, you probably won't even cross my mind." He looks at me with concern, but laughs when he sees my snobbish expression.
"Aw, Artie! You're totally gonna miss me!"
"Don't count on it."
"But I will. Hey, I pass the art room on my way to second period. Can I walk with ya?"
I sigh and say, "You know what? I don't think-"
"Cool! And you're gonna watch me during after school football practice, right?"
"You can't just assume that I-" His eyes turn watery and it feels like I'm staring at the ocean's crashing waves. Damn him and his puppy dog eyes. "Y-yeah, sure."
"Kickass! Just you wait 'till class ends!" We talk until the bell rings and everyone rushes out of the room into the hallway, holding the rambunctious sea of teenagers. I brace myself and risk the hallways with Alfred. It's like getting ready to go somewhere during bad weather. We walk at a brisk pace and I suddenly feel a hand slip into my own. I sense my face getting red and I turn my head to see Alfred smiling, wavering through the crowd. I stop in my tracks and let go of his hand. He almost looks like a lost puppy and staggers over to me.
"Don't lose me, darlin'!" Did he really just say that?
He links arms with me and starts down the hallway. Everyone seems to clear out of his way and jokingly shout his name and such, so I guess Alfred's a pretty popular guy. Alfred heads out in front of me and our linked armed deal is exchanged for a loose hand hold. I stare at him from behind as he drags me through the crowds and wonder just what the hell could be going through Alfred's head to think that this was a good idea. Before I know it, I'm standing beside the doorway of the art classroom. I yank my hand back from him and scowl.
"Bye Artie!" He hugs me in front of the damn classroom and starts ruffling the hair on the back of my head. I punch him in the gut and he lets go instantly.
"Later, jackass.", I mumble.
"Bye, priss ass.", he replies.
I walk in and take a seat by that same long blond pervert from Mythology and the bell rings. Walking in comes a ditsy looking woman with a strange curl sticking out from the side of her pony tail. She shimmies her way by her desk and holds her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth.
"Ciao amici! My name is Felicia Vargas, but you can call me Ms. Vargas! This is da art class you'll be taking for the year, so let's have fun, bene? We'll be drawing and painting and, oh. I guess you'll find the rest out as the year comes! So it's a surprise!" She dances across the classroom and throws her arms in the air.
"You can sit and talk for the rest of class. I wanna talk to Louise!" She twirls to her desk and picks up the phone while everyone else starts flapping their gums. I space out for a couple of seconds until that connection is disrupted.
"Bonjour, sexy.", I hear a voice from beside say. I turn and find the blond pervert smiling and waving.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Calm down, mon ami. I was only saying 'ello. Je suis Francis Bonnefoy. Et vous?"
"Arthur Kirkland. And if you're going to speak English, than speak it, dammit."
"Excusez moi? I am only trying to be friendly here, Arthur. So, I've never seen you here at Hetalia Academy. Are you new?"
"Yes, I just moved here from England over the summer."
His eyes light up and he exclaims, "Mon dieu! Of course! Where else would 'zat sexy accent come from?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"Hon hon hon! It was just a 'leetle fun, Arthur! No need to be a stick in 'ze mud!"
"You're a pervert, you know that?"
"Ah, it 'iz what I do best." He winks at me and I cringe. It may be possible that this guy is worse than Alfred.
"So, I see 'zat you've gotten yourself a 'leetle petit ami, no? And it 'iz only 'ze second day, you are quite 'ze charmer, Arthur."
"What the hell do you take me and Alfred for?! He is not my boyfriend!"
"Ah, so I see you do understand. I usually like to screw wiz people wiz all ze French. It's funnier zat way!"
"Yeah, right before you actually screw with them."
"Ah, it 'iz whatever, Arthur. So, what class do you 'ave next?"
"History."
"I 'ave math next.", he sighs. "I would definitely like to get to know you better, mon ami."
"I don't trust you."
"But you do trust 'zat Alfred figure, no?"
"And why are you prying into my social life?"
"Because, you need talk to 'im. You 'ave a nice guy on your 'ands. Alfred is pretty nice, for a football player, zat is. You know, if I was you, I'd 'ang on to 'im."
I raise my eyebrow at him and mutter, "Maybe it's just because you're a perv."
"What? I am giving you advice on 'ow to get Alfred's 'eart! You of all people should be grateful." The bell rings and everybody rises. I grab my things and continue my conversation with Francis as we start walking and talking out of the classroom.
"Well, I don't need your advice. And you can piss off-" I bump into Alfred and fall into his chest. I hear his heartbeat go faster and faster before I pull away and I see Francis giggling, hand covering his mouth.
"'Ay, Artie! Miss me?", he asks, grinning.
"Not in the least."
Francis walks with us and Alfred turns to ask me, "Who's this? A friend?"
"If you'd call him that."
"Bonjour, Alfred. Je m'appelle Francis.", he introduces.
Alfred cuts his eyes and raises his eyebrows. "What?"
"You idiot. He said that his name is Francis.", I clarify.
"Oh right! You're that Francis Bonnefoy dude! And, Artie. I didn't know that you could speak French. Very attractive if I do say so myself."
"No, it ISN'T!", I try to reassure, but fail to do so. Alfred and Francis giggle at me and I cross my arms in frustration. Alfred smacks me on the back and I almost lose my balance.
"We were just fuckin' around with ya!", he yells.
"Droit, Arthur. No need to get so pissy."
"Says you!"
Francis turns off into the hallway to our right and he waves goodbye. Alfred and I keep walking to history class, but of course, he has to say something weird.
"So, Artie.", he begins.
"So, Alfred.", I mimic, gritting through my teeth.
"How can you speak French? Can you say something for me?"
"I learned from some of my dad's wives, in which some were French. And no, I will not say anything for you."
"Your dad's wives?", he reiterates.
"He remarried a few times.", I lied.
"But can't you say something for me of all people?"
"Aller baiser vous-même, Alfred."
"Ooh. What does that mean?"
"Go fuck yourself, Alfred."
"Ah! So mean!"
"So necessary."
We walk to class and Alfred pulls me beside him into two vacant seats. Students come and go, most collect themselves as the bell rings. A teacher in loud clacking high heeled boots struts her way into the classroom. She turns to us and firmly places her hands on her hips and begins talking in a bold German accent.
"Hey 'zere, losers! 'Zis is History class and I am 'ze awesome Ms. Belishmidt! 'Zis year, we will be doing history related stuff, but I am too awesome to summarize! Now, if you all 'zit your asses down, I'll let you talk for 'ze rest of class. I have way more awesomer 'zings to be doing right now!" She sits by her desk and picks up a phone and starts talking to someone named 'Madeline' or whatever. I mean, she's loud enough, so you don't really need to strain your ears to hear her. People turn and talk to their friends, as does Alfred to me.
"So dude. We need to, like, come up with somewhere totally kickass to go after practice. Any ideas?", he asks.
"Nowhere I can think of. But knowing you, I guess I'll have to come up with a suggestion or you'll pull something perverted like the last time.", I retort.
"Hey, going to my house isn't perverted. At least, not that time."
"Hmph.", I sigh.
"I'll have you know that if I ever did what I did to you to a girl, her panties would've hit the floor so fast and so hard.", he promotes.
"Dream on, Alfred."
"But it's true! How d'ya think I lost my virginity? By playin' around like that!"
"No, you lost your virginity probably by being an idiot and screwing around with people."
"With 'people'? For your information, it was a she and she loved every minute of it!"
"Ha, right."
"Do ya not believe me?"
"Of course I don't believe you, Alfred."
"We were 16 and in 'love' and I asked her to stay at my place after school. She said 'hell yea' and we hopped in my car. My parents weren't home that night so I told her to stay over, but she said no. I worked my magic and before I knew it, she was suckin' big 'ol Alfred cock."
"Blah, Alfred! I didn't need the raunchy details!"
"That? That doesn't even scratch the surface of 'raunchy'. Before that, she tried to deny her thirst for me, but I swooped in and kissed her passionately, attempting to get her panties off. She soon sucuumbed and I lead her up to my bedroom, and the rest played itself out. I threw her on my bed and ripped that blouse off. She tore my shirt off and threw it at the wall, still concentrating on kissing me. Then, that thirsty motherfucker clawed at my zipper and the pants went to heaven with my top. I soon peeled off those tight ass jeans and there she was in all her glory, underwear and all. I toyed with her bra strap and I finally unhinged it, scoring those DD's of majesty. She quickly ripped my boxers right off my ass and started messing around. And that is the raunchy part, my friend."
"That was…", I start.
"Arousing?", he finishes.
"Disgusting."
"C'mon, Artie. Use your imagination."
"No, I tried. It's still disgusting, Alfred."
"Mm, were you thinking about your favorite hero in bed with you, Artie?"
"No way, Alfred."
"Not under any circumstances? What if the world's existence depended on you hitting second base with me or it would explode into a million pieces? What would you do then?"
"I'd say my last goodbyes to humanity."
He purses his lips and turns his head the opposite way. "Rude! So, what, you think you're so untouchable?"
"Damn straight." The bell goes off unexpectedly and Alfred hops up and quickly tugs my arm out into the hallway. I'm being harshly escorted by the brawniest simpleton known to man and I'm getting pissy.
"Let's go by the tree before someone else does! Everyone knows that that's my spot. But let's hurry anyway.", he unnecessarily says.
"Going as fast as I can.", I sigh.
I'm drug around the corridor and busted through the back doors and I feel so worn out. The sun leaves me visionless and I stumble to the ground, thanks to Alfred. He laughs at me and then I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders and place me upright.
"Dammit, Alfred. There's no need for rough housing. Cut it the hell out.", I snarl, standing in front of him and rubbing my eyes.
"Wanna make me?", I hear him say. I regain sight and suddenly see Alfred bent down to me level and up close, fluttering his eyelashes.
"No."
"Mm. That's not what you said this morning."
"Fuck you."
He drags me over a little farther and plops down in front of the oak tree we sat at yesterday. I gracefully start to seat myself, until Alfred pulls me down, knocking my rear on the tree roots. Damn, my arse is killing me now. Thank you, Alfred. He hugs me up against my side and I pull on his burly arms in an attempt for relinquishment.
"Why don't you like my hugs?", he snickers, nuzzling his head by my neck and left shoulder.
"UNCOMFORTABLE.", I manage, stretching my neck out like a snapping turtle as he laughs.
"'Kay, I'll let ya go. But only this once, 'kay?" He pets the top of my head and smiles.
"Whatever, Alfred." He beams and pets me again.
"Hey, I got somethin' for ya." He twists over to his left and rummages through his bookbag.
I look over and ask, "What is it? And you didn't have to-"
He puts a large hand over my eyes and I hear him whisper, "Can't peek! Gotta guess!"
"Um, I dunno, Alfred."
"C'mon, just guess once at least."
"Gah, fine. Is it… your dignity?"
"That's cruel! And no."
"I give up. What is it?" His hand moves off my face and I see him holding up a box of 'Pocky'. Whatever the fuck that is.
"Um,"
"It's Pocky!"
"And Pocky is…?"
He gasps and widens his eyes. "It's only the best Japanese delicacy in the whole world!"
"Yeah, that doesn't help-" Alfred shoves the Pocky stick in my mouth and I cross my eyes to stare at it.
"Alfred, the fuck?" I bear my teeth as I angrily bite off an end of it.
"Do ya like it? Judging on how you cute you looked when I gave it to you, I'd have to say yes!"
"Maybe it's because you shoved it in my frickin' face. And yeah. It's pretty good."
"Good? Bro, it's beast! The Japanese know how to make chocolate!", he exclaims, cramming more into his mouth.
"Alfred, if you keep eating it like that, you're going to get sick.", I warn.
"I told ya, darling. I'll be fine!"
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
We eat more Pocky and Alfred must've thought that bringing up his sex life was a good idea, since that's what we're talking about now.
"And she had, like, the BIGGEST pair I've ever seen! Seriously, I am not exaggerating on this one. And they were FIRM AS HELL.", he explains.
"And how are we on this topic again?", I ask, dropping my head onto my shoulder.
"Just thought of it. And do ya wanna hear the story of how I got laid over the summer by the bitch that works at the pretzel place in the mall?"
"Just how impure did you say you were again?"
"6 times."
"You wretched arse."
He raises up his hands in innocence and testifies, "Hey, she said she wanted it! Who am I to deny a lady?"
I glare at him and refocus my attention to the empty football field in front of me. I space out and Alfred soon snaps his fingers before my face.
"Dude! Are ya listening? We're just gettin' to the good part!"
"Yeah, yeah. Just continue."
"Okay. So back to where I was. She was wearin' a tight ass miniskirt and I just had to be the one to tear it off. So while we were makin' out, I grab the back of it and tug roughly. She's laughin', so I thought she liked it. I eventually lead her up to my bedroom and throw her on that bed. I get up to lock the door, assuming she liked that kinky shit and didn't want to be disturbed, and went back to her. We were kissin' and stuff and I was groping her ass and she really liked that. I started reaching under her shirt for her bra strap with my other hand and, eureka! That bitch slipped off and I ripped off that sad little polo while kissing down her neck. She was moaning and shit and askin' for more, so that's just what I gave her. I start kissing up her neck again and grabbing her boobs in the process, just kissing her upwards and shit. She was also grabbin' my ass and, just so you know, is where I love it when a girl sexually harasses me like that.", he elaborates.
"That's fucking vile. Have you no decency?", I shout.
"Hey, I'm sharin' this from the bottom of my heart. You gonna hear me out or what?"
"I've had enough for one day, thanks."
"Oh, you've had enough, have you?" He scooches closer to me and matches with my eyes. He plays that same diabolical sneer and cuts his eyes at me.
"Yes, I have.", I answer. "So why don't you-"
"NOPE!", Alfred interrupts as I feel my sides being tickled by him. I grin, trying to hold in my laughter, and clamp my eyes shut. He keeps it up and starts laughing.
"Still had enough, Artie?!"
"Yes, yes! Now let off me!"
"Not until I hear ya giggle!"
"You can drop dead first!" Alfred tickles me harder and in newer places, like my underarms and triceps. He's a persistent little bastard.
"Is that so?" He moves his hands behind my ears and neck and tickles me there. I laugh like a moron and fall over, with Alfred hovering over me.
"I win.", he declares in a cocky tone of voice.
"Get up, then." He sits back up and grabs me with him. I reposition myself and Alfred starts babbling again.
"So, are ya excited about the after party Friday? There's gonna be one, win or lose."
"Yes, I'm well aware. And I don't know."
"But I'll be there with ya. Won't that be fun?"
"Yeah, but I'm your date. Nobody wants that."
"Ya kinda need a date to attend these kinds of parties.
I turn my head to him and ask, "What the hell are you trying to drag me into, Alfred?"
"You'll find out come Friday."
"Oh great.", I sigh in defeat. I turn around one last time and protest, "But your date?"
"Guarantees more protection.", he certifies.
"Lovely."
"Isn't, sweetie?"
"Quite, dearest."
Alfred rises and I look up at him to gain clarity. He holds out his hand and offers, "C'mon. Let's get goin'."
I take his hand and start to stand as well, but I fall into his chest. I think he's purposely doing this shit. I push as hard as I can on his pex and I actually knock the giant over on his rear end. He rubs the top of his head and winces.
"Artieee! Why d'ya do that?"
"Too close."
"Whatever." He jumps up and brushes himself off. I start walking away and I hear him call after me.
"Artie, Artie, Artie! Wait up!" He runs up to me and I blush when his hand shifts into my own. I retrieve my hand and Alfred looks at me and grunts.
"Big meanie pants…"
"Jack ass.", I retort.
"Priss ass.", he finishes.
We walk back into the school as Alfred tags onto my arm again and we venture the rambunctious crowds.
"So, we're goin' to Human Development or somethin next, right?"
"Yes, but you're going to have to lead the way. In case you've forgotten, I'm still the new kid."
"Yeah, yeah. This way!" He almost pulls my arm out of its socket and we steer into a classroom full of giggling teenage girls. They pause to see Alfred and I linking arms and a few of them start squealing and covering their faces, much like Mrs. Lizzy this morning. I free my arm from his grasp and we take our seats. Time passes and class starts. A young oriental woman strides into the classroom and stands in front of the students.
"Kon'nichiwa, crass. My name is Ms. Honda and wercome to Human and Chird Deveropment. 'Zis year, we wirr discover the different methods of parenting and famiry rife. Rater in the unit, you wirr have to take care of an infant simurator. And before ze year is over, you wirr even have to take care of an actuar chird. Most peopre 'tink 'zat 'zis crass is razer interesting, and I hope you wirr, too. Before I ret you go, I wirr need to have everyone in pairs and 'zey wirr be your partner for 'ze year. So choose wisery, as I cannot arrow to to ret you switch."
Alfred grabs my arm and turns his head to me. "Hi, partner."
"Hello, Alfred.", I sigh. I small girl with caramel skin and long black pigtails suddenly approaches us and turns to Alfred.
"Uh, I was wondering, Alfred. If you'd be my husban-PARTNER, for class." Alfred smiles nervously and politely refuses.
"Sorry, but, I already got a partner. Thank you, though!" The girls eyes light up and she blushes, returning back to her seat.
The others assemble themselves and Ms. Honda picks up a clipboard and a pencil. "Okay, I wirr carr out a name and you say who you are working wiz. Uh, Arfred?"
"ARTHUR!", he shouts for all of New York to hear. I punch him in the arm and he recoils.
"Okay, Ferix?"
"TORIS!", shouts an even louder blond, holding his poor partner's arm up in the air.
I tune everyone out after that and I daydream or 'space out', as Alfred calls it. I rest my chin in my palm and stare out the window to my left, waiting for class to end so I can go attend the torture that is Alfred's football practice. I feel an arm drape over my neck and I calmly turn towards the source, knowing who it is.
"Yes, Alfred?", I cooly ask. He tightens his lips and sulks.
"You're takin' all the fun outta it, Artie!"
"Then I'm doing my job correctly, right?"
He removes his arm and overlaps then on his puffed up chest. "Meanie pants!"
"Mean is my specialty."
That stupid bell goes off and everybody shoots out of the room like it's the zombie apocalypse in one of Alfred's stupid video game thingys. Alfred gets up and walks the short distance to my seat and starts grinning.
"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?", I snappily ask. We leave the classroom and head for the hallways.
"Excuse me? Is it a crime to look fondly into the eyes of your lover?", he feigns.
"I'm not your lover, Alfred."
"My Juliet?"
"Not even close."
"My boyfriend?"
"How in the hell is that an antonym for 'lover'?"
"Dude, I've had girlfriends in the past that I either hated or didn't even know their name. So it stands to reason that-"
"Wait a second. If you didn't know these women or you hated them, why the bloody hell did you go out with them?"
"Why d'ya think?" We round a corner and pause our conversation for a moment.
"For sex, right?", I continue.
"Yeah."
"You immoral shithead."
"Yeah, I was a horny bastard, wasn't I?"
"Was?!", I challenge.
"I still am?", he naively asks.
"Um, from the way you've been acting, it kind of feels like you're going to experiment with me!"
"Jeez, I was only jokin'! And you don't seem to go after it anyways."
"Go after it?! What the hell do you take me for?!"
He laughs and plops his oversized palm on my head. "Haha, nothin', Artie!"
We stagger out the doors again and trudge through the moist post summer grass. I head for the bleachers like the last time and seat myself accordingly. Then, I look up and see Alfred blocking the sun from my eyes with his body and the glares outlining his figure.
"'Ay, Artie. I need ya to hold somethin' until the end of practice. I don't want anyone to go into my locker and steal it."
"Yeah, sure. What is it-" Something is thrown at my head and I stare at blackness until I see Alfred maneuvering it off my head. He smiles, patting the the top of my head as his hand falls down to the side and grabs my arm. I look at my sides and see Alfred's aviator jacket on me. Blushing, I look back to him and he laughs.
"I kinda pissed off a few of the guys in the team, so they'll raid my locker first. Oh! And can ya hold my phone? I really can't get in more trouble-"
"Here's a smart suggestion: Just leave all of your shit here and I'll watch it until practice is over, okay?"
"'Kay!" He tosses his bookbag on my lap and I wince. He whips out his cell phone and suddenly sits by me and snaps a photo of him and I. Being unprepared, I probably looked like a dope and Alfred, like the jock he his.
I wring my hands around his neck and ram my knee on his lap. "DELETE IT, YOU COCKSUCKING SON OF A BITCH!"
"Haha, NEVER!", he laughs heartily, grinning his widest. "You gotta wait 'til practice is over, got that?"
"I will do no such thing!"
"But, Artieee…"
"DELETE IT, ALFRED OR I WILL!"
"Bro, I've taken pics with my previous girlfriends and they didn't have this much of an issue."
"Well, I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm not your girlfriend, you dickhead!"
"Mm, why are we bringing dicks into this argument? Is it because you want a certain someone's?"
"You perverted bastard. Have you no morals?"
"Apparently not!"
"Alfred, I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"I don't have time for this. I'll deal with you after practice." He throws me off and jogs down the bleachers, taking his cell with him.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, Alfred?!", I shout from across the stadium.
He turns around, but continues to walk to the changing room. "Football practice. Don't wait up for me, babe!"
I feel my face fluster and I violently sit down. What a jackass. I begin to pull out my notebook, but I have another idea. I look around for Alfred and can't find him anywhere in sight. Perfect. I grab his jacket from off the bleacher floor and rummage through the pockets. I pull out a wallet and, what the hell is this? Unfolding comes out a long array of condoms in shiny metallic wrappers.
"Fuck me running.", I mumble to myself as I stash them back. Disturbing. I put the wallet from my other hand back in as well and start to rummage through his bookbag. Nothing much is in here. Just food and empty wrappers. I hope to God that these aren't some of those condom wrappers. I cringe me face for a moment and proceed to look in the front pocket. Pencils, earbuds, nothing interesting. But I do see a folded up piece of paper that catches my eye. I snatch it and smooth it out and find a little poorly drawn picture. On one side, a little chibi is wearing a football uniform and smiling. I notice the cowlick and immediately know it's Alfred. On the opposite side stands a mad little character with a Slipknot t-shirt and a Tardis hoodie. Yeah, that's me, alright. The peculiar thing about this drawing is that Alfred and I are holding hands and there are little hearts littering the page. I widen my eyes in surprise when I look to the bottom and recognize our initials.
"AJ+AK", I read and I cover my mouth with my free hand. Holy fucking shit. I must be turning a dozen fucking shades of red right now, because I certainly feel it. I flip to the back to see more writing and I whisper it out loud to myself.
"'Friday. Maybe AJ+AK: 1. Seven min. in Heaven. 2. Spin the Bottle. 3. Man Hunt. 4. Truth or Dare.' Now what the hell?"
I see the football team come out from the corner of my eye and I quickly stuff the paper back into his bookbag. Alfred is, of course, the last person to get into position and I see the others yell at him. I can't help but to wonder how he fucked things up with those people. Alfred looks up and I see him wave and smile at me. I scowl and wave back, head resting my other hand. They start playing and I couldn't give two shits at this point. I'm more concerned about that paper I saw. What is Alfred thinking? What does he take me for? These questions race through my mind and come I to a reasonable conclusion: Alfred is, most definitely, a rapist. No, I'm kidding. But I think Alfred's planning to do something to me at Friday's party. I'd better keep my guard up, or I'll play right into Alfred's hands.
"Holy shit, that's not what I meant!", I accidently yell out loud, thinking about what I just said.
"What's 'not what you meant'?", I hear a familiar voice inquire. I dart my eyes to see him come up behind me. I jerk my body around and find myself face to face with Alfred. I see him in jeans and a fitting white v-neck and I blush harder. He hunches to my eye level and grabs my right forearm.
"The hell are you doing, Alfred?", I ask curiously.
"I told you I'd deal with you after practice. Guess what time it is?"
"Time for you to beat it?" I play a smug and squint my eyelids halfway.
"Gah! We goin' to the mall or not?"
"Sure, Alfred."
"Yippe! And, yeah. Can I have my shit back?" He points to his belongings sitting on the opposite of me.
I purse my lips and pout, "I'm not sure. You were pretty pushy with me today. Perhaps I don't want to give it back to you-"
Alfred rises and pulls me up into a amorous hug. I feel his heart flutter as he squiggles side to side with my face in his chest. I inhale to yell at him, but a certain aroma overcomes my senses and causes me to go limp.
"Artie, Artie, Artie!", he squawks during his emotional high. He loosens up, but still keeps his hold on me in his arms. Alfred smiles at me and laughs while I try to beat on his chest and wail for my release.
"Get off me, get off me!"
"But this is the closest I can get to ya!"
"No, the closest you can get is to never touch me!"
He lets me loose and I throw his jacket at him. "There you are, jackass."
Woah, woah. Where is this coming from?", he asks, slipping into his coat. Then, those condoms that I found in his pocket earlier fall out onto the bleacher seat. His eyes widen and I cover my grin that's growing across my face. Alfred extends his arm out to retrieve them, but I grab them before he gets the chance.
"Ah, what do we have here?", I kid, examining the packets.
"It-it's nothin! Now give 'em back!" He lurches across me and I jerk my arms up, lifting them up to the sun and continuing to analyze them from there.
"I suppose. But I have to ask you something. Why would a fellow in your predicament need these?"
Alfred blushes and chases me across the bleacher row until we reach the metal barrier. I stand on my tip toes and dangle the packages over the edge, bracing my other hand against Alfred's chest.
"I don't need 'em! It's just for emergencies, that's all!" I smirk while he worriedly grabs at my dangling arm in attempt to get his 'products' back.
"Oh, then what kind of emergencies do you think you'll have in school, huh?"
"What do I need to do to get them back, Artie?!"
"Just answer my question."
"Do I need to use them, Arthur?" I pause to contemplate and blush as Alfred seizes the opportunity. He reaches over me and I melt into his chest. He pulls back and grins, folding the packages back accordion style and placing them in between his index and middle finger.
"I win.", he boasts. I sneer and flick my middle finger at him, and tell him to piss off.
"Woah, where is this comin' from? Are you sure we don't need to stop by a Rite Aid?"
"Jackass!" I punch him hard in the arm and he laughs, grabbing my wrist.
"Cool down, dude! I was only jokin'!"
"Well, you've been doing a lot of joking today." His huge hands pet the top of my head as he giggles.
"Yeah, I can't wait for Friday."
AN: OHMYGOSH AM I DONE?! So here's chapter 5 of 'Coming To Terms'! *sprinkles magic fairy dust to seal accomplishment* This chapter is hella long, but I hope that you found it entertaining or that you smiled at least a couple of times. I am having SO much fun writing this and it's really good practice for when I write chapters for my novel. So this past week or so, I've been listening to a shit ton of Nightcore anything, Marilyn Manson, and Metallica. I kinda have also been reading GerIta and UsUk yaoi, and that brings us up to date. I hope you guys also had a good week and you didn't want to kill me for an update DX. So guess what? Winter break is finally here and we have TWO WHOLE FRICKIN' WEEKS OFF! I'm gonna die CX. Oh, and Christmas is just three days away and I already know some of the things I'm getting. I can trust you guys, right? Well, whatever. I know I got a Doctor Who lanyard and Hetalia pins (snooped on mom's Amazon) and some Copic and Prisma markers. I'm so fuckin' happy, I'm gonna explode (^~^) So, Merry, whatever doesn't offend you, and enjoy the update! =^-^=