So here is the new chapter hope you enjoyed it, I thought it was pretty thrilling...A-anyways um yeah. Anyways things aren't what they seem in this chapter since I miss led you guys in the previous chapter. *snickers* Anyways with my fanfics it's like a drama, everything is revealed as ou watch, well in this case real. It leaves you with a bit more of mastery and clinging on the edge of your seat wondering I guess.
POV: Alfred
Upon waking up that morning, I found my company phone buzzing like a bee. Quickly answering it, I held it up to my ear, expecting to hear my boss yell. But that was not the case. On the other side of the line was George Kirkland, my boss's boss. He gave me the fantastic news that I would no longer have to be Arthur's secretary.
As I hung up the phone, I grabbed my pillow and screamed in sheer relief. I was finally rid of that tyrant! Actually feeling excited for the rest of the day, I dressed myself in my suit and took my time with eating breakfast.
Taking a step outside, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of freedom. Oh, how amazing it smelled! Closing my eyes, I imagined the audience watching the movie of my life. They were cheering for me happily. I stood there for a little while, waiting for the applause to die down.
As soon as it stopped, I let out a loud 'yes!' and did a Mario style jump off the stairs. It was as if all was right with the world. I had never felt so happy to go to work.
I arrived at work with the biggest and brightest beam anyone could imagine. I passed my co-workers with my huge grin. Most of them probably thought my unwavering smile was creepy, but at that moment I didn't care. Entering the elevator, I could feel my smile drop as I closed my eyes, concentrating on keeping my cool.
Successfully done, I strutted to my original desk with glee and sat down. But there was one thing that did make my mood shift from happy to nervous. Everyone was staring at me. I could tell this wasn't a good thing. It felt like they were predators, hunting me quietly.
Trying to ignore them, I began to read more of the documents I had been given. I didn't bother to ask why they were watching me since there was a high chance that they wouldn't tell me.
Before I continued my work, I wanted to see who the new sucker who was taking my place was. Being the hero that I was, I decided it would be a good idea to give them advice on our boss. Resting my things on my desk, I made my route to Arthur's office, knowing his new secretary would be there.
I was about an inch away from my new co-worker when my heart stopped. I recognized that blonde hair and their skinny figure. Speeding up the last few steps towards him, I quickly tackle hugged him. I stared as I released him.
"Mattie! W-what are you doing here?! It's your day off, shouldn't you be resting at home?!" I asked loudly, still in a state of shock. This was the icing on the cake. I was working with my best friend! What else could make this day more awesome? I thought, waiting for the Canadian's answer. More people were staring at me now, and were whispering to each other quietly.
"A-Al, quiet down, people are trying to work. Oh, and this is a part time job. I-I decided I didn't want to see you suffer anymore. You looked so pale and tired…I wanted to find a w-way to help," he explained softly.
"But what about your chef job? You didn't quit, did you?" I asked, purely concerned.
"O-oh, that. I-I still work there. Like I said, this is a part time job."
"Oh, okay then. So, how was waking up Mr Grumpy Gills this morning? Did he give you a hard time?"
"I-It was fine. But I can see why you don't like him."
"Dude, I know right? I'm telling you, that dude is like a total prick! I'm just glad that I have my best friend here. Now we can deal with him together," I said, giving him another hug.
"Why don't we have lunch? Y-You know, if you're not busy."
"Sounds awesome, man! Let's go!"
POV: Arthur
What a horrible day it had been so far! I couldn't believe they would hire another secretary without telling me. Honestly! What was I supposed to do?
My whole morning routine will take some time to get used to, I thought, having a staring contest with my couch. The couch won, and my mind drifted back to what had happened earlier.
That morning:
It was around quarter to six, just about the time I would expect Alfred to be knock on my door to wake me up. I would then act like I had woken up before him just to see how he would react.
But when I heard the doorknob moving, I shot out of my bed and marched over to stop it. My hand was about an inch from the door before it swung open, revealing another man with long blonde hair and ivory eyes. I stood there, wide-eyed, regarding this stranger. For a second I thought it was Alfred, but this man seemed slimmer. Stepping back, I stood in an akimbo position and tapped my foot.
"Who on Earth are you? And where is that other git?" I asked bluntly, regarding the other cautiously.
"I'm Matthew Williams, y-your new secretary," he said in a shy tone. I relaxed slightly.
"Who hired you?"
"Your father, George K-Kirkland. He knew you would put A-Alfred through hell, so he found me."
"I see. Still, I would like some warning before someone else invades my bedroom. Honestly, you're almost as bad as Alfred!"
"I-I understand, sir. It won't happen again," Marvin said in a quiet voice. I could barely hear what he was saying.
"Very well then, Marcus, leave me so that I can get dressed. I expect you to be waiting for me at the car."
"Sir, it's M-Matthew."
"Ah, right, Matthew. Sorry about that, chap. Now, run along." I said, shooing him away from my presence and slamming the door when he left.
Covering my face with the palms of my hands, I found myself having trouble believing what had just happened. My temporary secretary was gone so suddenly and was being replaced by someone else. I hadn't really thought about it before, but I had actually started growing fond of the American. He was just so…so…Um, what was it? Ah, yes, attentive!
I wondered how this one would work out. It looked like the only time I had with Alfred now was during break and lunch. Well, that's better than nothing, right?
*~Present time~*
Snapping back to reality, I thought about what had happened this morning with a sudden extreme interest. I started to recall the thoughts about Alfred I had back then. What on Earth had I been thinking?! Why would I want to see his face? He hadn't quit within the month, and he would never give anything in on time. Although, he did try his best to do so…
Ah! Forget it, Arthur! He's just another one of your employees. Pull yourself together, and finish your work. That will help you take your mind off such a simple matter.
POV:Third Person
(Lunch time)
As Alfred and Matthew had promised, they both had lunch together in the company's cafeteria. It was a fairly large area, with tables that could sit from two to five people. People were scattered everywhere, some together in groups and others by themselves, trying to finish their work as quickly as possible.
Alfred and Matthew happily entered the cafeteria, side by side, with huge, childlike grins on their faces. Sitting opposite each other, they took out their lunches and began eating, not noticing the dirty looks they were receiving from everyone. Taking a huge bite out of his hamburger and quickly swallowing, Alfred leaned closer to Matthew's ear.
"Mattie, I think everyone is staring at us. It looks like they want to kill us or something. Did you do something wrong?"
"No," Matthew answered in his timid voice, glancing at everyone shyly.
"Well, let's ask them! Come with me! You have the right to know too!"
"I-I don't think tha-…" Before he could finish his sentence, the other blonde was calling over three female co-workers. They swaggered towards them, wearing disgusted expressions and their hands on their hips.
"What do you want, Alfred?" one of them asked irritably.
"Why are you staring at me and my friend weirdly? Did we do something wrong?" Alfred asked, watching the others' movements.
"You don't know? How stupid. Maybe you should check the news more often."
"Yeah, but politics are boring! Can't you just tell me?"
"Fine. Here, read this," the woman said, pulling out her phone and selecting something. She showed the screen to Alfred.
The title read: Scandal! Is Arthur Kirkland paying for services not related to the law?
Eyes wide, Alfred couldn't believe the article. Clearing his throat, Alfred began reading it allowed for Matthew to hear.
"A local blog called Spies on the Inside tells us that a new employee, Alfred F. Jones, is having a sex scandal with the Kirkland Law Firm's President, Arthur Kirkland. This all began when Alfred was forcefully brought to Arthur's office and was thrown onto the couch opposite his desk," taking a deep breath and looking up at Matthew, Alfred nervously continued.
"An argument started about how lazy Alfred had gotten, and there were soon mentions of punishment and reward. Is this really how the Kirkland Firm pays and labors their employees? By subjecting them to a job with sex as the reward? Insiders say that Alfred admitted that the two were dating himself. Could this be true? To find out more, go to page three hundred."
Handing his co-worker back her phone, both Matthew and Alfred were shocked Alfred more than Matthew. Feeling a pink blush tickling his checks, Alfred decided that he had to make sure that Matthew didn't get the wrong idea.
"M-Mattie! It's a lie, I swear! I-I'm not going out with President Kirkland, and he's not paying me for sex! I promise!" Alfred said, allowing panic to take over.
"Oh, don't lie! I bet you two have done it every day. And now you're hitting on this new guy! You're such a ***, Alfred. Don't you think you've done enough to get attention?" the women said. A hand clamped down on her shoulder. Twisting her head slowly, she saw Matthew with an angry look in his eyes. She shivered, finding the expression strange on the quiet Canadian.
"I-It's not very nice to say something like that, miss. Y-You don't want someone telling everyone that you slept with your boss just so that you could get a raise, n-now do you?"
"H-how did you know?" she asked, scared that he somehow knew this information when he was a complete stranger to her.
"I didn't. You just told me," Matthew said. He watched as the woman stomped away to her seat angrily.
"Whoa, Matt! I didn't know you could think of something like that! That was, like, totally out of character, yo! But I could have handled that myself. I am the hero, you know?"
"W-well, yeah, b-but I don't like hearing my best friend being called a ***. You would do the same for me, eh?"
"Well, I guess you're right. But I would totally be more heroic than you."
"T-true," Matthew said, hiding a small giggle as he spoke. The two of them continued to talk to each other, finally finding a good opportunity to really talk after a long time. Alfred couldn't help but adore his friend, feeling that he was beginning to fall for him all over again. For Matthew, he knew that he was getting even closer to Alfred. In good time, he would confess to him and they would get married like they had promised. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Their lunch break ended, and they both gathered their leftovers and threw them in the silver bin. They walked together towards the elevator. It was filled with about four other people. Stepping forward, Matthew entered the elevator, but noticed that Alfred hadn't followed him.
"A-Al, come on. It'll be alright. Nothing bad will happen as long as y-you're with, me okay?" Matthew said, moving forward a little and extending his hand out for the other to take. "Do you trust me?" Matthew asked with a kind smile, ignoring the fact that his arm was growing tired.
Alfred raised an eyebrow awkwardly before giving an unsure answer. "Y-yes?" Alfred said, and he was suddenly pulled to his best friend's side. Closing his eyes, he clutched Matthew's hand tightly. Counting to ten, he waited for the moment when the sliding doors would open and he would be freed of the metal prison. Not long after he had finished counting, the doors opened and allowed Alfred to escape.
Relieved, Alfred breathed in and glanced to his side, meeting Matthew's gaze. In that moment, it felt like there was only the two of them in the world, and that nothing could pull them apart. A light blush appeared on Alfred's face again, and he realized that he felt exactly the same way as when he and Arthur had been staring into each other's eyes. Both suddenly felt awkward, and Alfred released Matthew's hand.
"Thanks for looking out for me, Mattie. You really are my best friend."
"Yes, I am. P-please don't forget that," Matthew said, a little desperately. He began recalling what had happened in his childhood after Alfred had left him.
With that, they both parted ways, working at other ends of the room and occasionally stealing glances at each other.
*~Flash back into Matthew's past~*
It was the day after Alfred's disappearance, and Matthew felt awful. The day before, he had cried himself to sleep, remembering the times he had spent with Alfred. It pained him to recall these feelings, but what could he do? Alfred was everything to him. A friend, a lover, and even, occasionally, a brother. And now he was gone.
His heart could barely take it, so he stopped himself from ever even attempting to love something again. At school the next day, everyone was discussing Alfred's disappearance. It was the only thing they would talk about. They would them point at Matthew, wearing sad expressions.
They had teased him and Alfred for so long and now one of them was gone. Most people thought that it was because many of them had disliked their homosexuality. Others thought it was just because Alfred wanted attention. But Matthew knew the truth, and he would never tell.
A few kids had tried to console Matthew, but he never said a word to them. Matthew was soon only referred to as 'The Ghost'. The more he blocked everyone out, the more they forgot about him. Eventually no one, not even his own parents, could remember who he was.
If you uttered Matthew's name, you would get a 'who?' followed by a question. If he spoke, you would wonder, 'who said that?' Being forgotten was not something Matthew had always cherished, but it was his own fault for keeping everyone out.
As Matthew grew older, he knew he couldn't continue to mourn over his lost love. He had to do something. The day he turned eighteen, he left the house in search of Alfred.
Matthew went out and searched the closest cities, and then searched the closest cities to the ones he was occupying. In each city he would stay for a month, looking for Alfred. But as more and more months past, he found no trace of Alfred. Nearing the latest town, Matthew's hopes were completely cut down.
That was until he met Alfred again at the bar. From then on he began to feel happier and happier, his mood soaring. However, he never managed to rid himself of his almost ghost like reputation, but that had never bothered Matthew. Not anymore, that is.
In the middle of working, Arthur's work phone began to ring. Knowing it had to be someone important, he answered it.
"Hello. This is President Arthur Kirkland speaking-,"
"Arthur! I need you and Alfred in my office, NOW!" Arthur's enraged father yelled, disconnecting the call without another word.
With a heavy sigh, Arthur knew that nothing good could come from this. But he had to obey his orders, or else that would be the end of him. Stepping out of his office, Arthur made his way to Alfred's desk. He was reviewing the cases he failed to look over weeks ago.
Clearing his throat loudly, Arthur quickly caught Alfred's attention. Oh, crap. This guy again, Alfred thought, faking a delighted smile.
"What is it, President Kirkland? Remember, I'm not your secretary anymore. Mattie is." Alfred said, pointing at the long haired blonde who was answering a phone call.
"My father, A.K.A your boss, wants to see us immediately. Follow me," Arthur said, grinding his teeth. He felt a little jealous that Alfred already had a nickname for the new secretary.
Turning away and hearing Alfred's footsteps behind him, Arthur lead the way to the elevator, going up to the seventh floor. They approached a glass wall with a door handle attached to it. Opening the door, Arthur allowed Alfred to go in first before following him inside. They sat down next to each other in separate chairs, both feeling a little nervous.
Sitting opposite them, the older Kirkland's hands folded into fists. Cocking one of his huge eyebrows, the elder stood and began walking circles around the others.
Both Arthur and Alfred followed his movements with their eyes, wondering what this could be about. Arthur thought about the possibility that it could be his recent behavior. Alfred thought it could about his poor performance as a lawyer. The two could have not been more wrong.
"I assume you two know why you're here," the elder man said, regarding them with killer eyes.
"I'm afraid I have no clue. Please, explain what is bothering you," Arthur said reluctantly.
"I'm surprised you haven't noticed! Don't you check the news, boy? The whole city is talking about it. A certain sex scandal between you and Alfred. Not only that, they are also assuming that we do this to all of our employees. Explain yourselves!" the elder said, watching as both Arthur and Alfred's faces flushed red.
"Who came up with these lies?! Surely you don't believe this nonsense, father!" Arthur shouted, standing up suddenly. Alfred watched, staying silent for the first time ever.
"What, am I supposed to believe that you two are actually dating? Or that this was all made up?"
"Yes! Exactly! This is all a lie!"
"If so, how do you suppose they came to such a conclusion?"
"Well, someone must have seen our situation last month and somehow got the wrong idea."
"Whatever the truth is, you have to fix this. Luckily for you two, I have a plan."
"Oh, really? What is it?"
"Simple, really. You and Mr Jones will pretend to date. Just have a little kiss here and there in front of the media and hold hands. After about a year you can start a fake fight and 'break up'."
"WHAT!?" Alfred and Arthur yelled loudly, their voices echoing through the room.
"I-I can't do that, sir! H-He practically h-hates me! And I already like someone else! You can't do this to us!"
"That's right! And how am I supposed to put up with a stupid git like him? I will not let you do this to me!" Arthur said, feeling hurt when the other said he liked someone else.
"You will and you must! If not, you, Arthur, will be demoted, and as for you, Alfred, you will be fired! I know you two don't like each other, but you have to bear with it. This is the only way to save our company. Now, I will arrange a conference for tomorrow afternoon. There, you two will announce your relationship. I expect you two to act as lovey-dovey as possible. Do I make myself clear?
Taken back by the other's words, the two younger blondes remained silent for a few seconds. I suppose I can act like I love this idiot. It's not like anything would bloom from a fake relationship, right? Arthur thought, glancing at Alfred to see what his answer was.
Alfred, meanwhile, felt numb. He had to do it, but he still felt hesitant. He knew all too well that if he was going to act like he truly loved Arthur, he had to abandon his little crush on his best friend. Well, I guess I'll have to forget about my feelings for Matthew for now. A year's not too long, right? I mean, he's only waited about twelve years; one more shouldn't hurt, right? Alfred thought, giving Alfred a sad but accepting look.
"I'll do it," they said in unison, refusing to look each other in the eye.
"Very well. You may return to your work now," the elder said, ushering them away before returning to his own work. As they moved towards the elevator, Alfred and Arthur stayed silent. Eventually, Alfred decided he had to confirm the conditions of their 'relationship'.
"I know you probably hate this as much as me, maybe even more, but like it or not, we're going to have to do this together. But there are a few things I wouldn't mind to make this more bearable. First, please don't talk to me during work unless someone asks about our 'relationship'. Secondly, please don't be such a jerk all the time; I can barely stand it now. And I know that you'll be much more irritable after tomorrow. Lastly, please, try not to get us caught! I really need this job!" Alfred said. He tried to look Arthur in the eye while saying this, but failed.
"Fine. And here are my conditions. Don't actually fall for me, don't over analyze the situation, don't tell anyone about this, and, likewise, don't get us caught," Arthur said angrily, feeling something else inside of him rise along with the rage. He couldn't pin point what it was, exactly, he only knew that he was mad and annoyed.
"Yes, President Kirkland," Alfred said, still using a formal tone. Light began to spill inside as the elevator doors opened. Arthur was the first to leave, slowly followed by Alfred.
Peeking at what Matthew was doing, Alfred couldn't help but pang of guilt over his choice. After all, his crush on Matthew wasn't really that big. Some might think it was like they children pretending to be married when they didn't really have feelings for each other.
The saddest part was that he couldn't even tell Matthew about his situation. He usually loved to talk to his best friend to get things off his chest. Not only that, he had to have a lie over another lie just so that the whole thing could work out. If Alfred ever found out who had made that blog and article, they were so dead.
*~the following day~*
Arthur was woken by Matthew at about the same time Alfred woke up himself, both getting ready for the big day. Neither of them were looking forward to whatever would happen, but they both knew that they had to go through with it unless they wanted to lose their jobs.
Seemingly emotionless, Arthur and Alfred entered the conference building at different times. Arthur entered at about 3:00, and Alfred arrived around 4:25, five minutes before the conference started.
They were placed in separate rooms to prepare themselves for what was going to happen. Matthew, being Arthur's secretary, had to make sure his boss was ready. Alfred was getting ready by himself, and was, yet again, giving himself a little pep talk and practicing his smiles. Arthur, on the other hand, took deep breathes, trying to calm himself down and get into character.
About a minute before the conference began, Arthur and Alfred exited their rooms and headed to a set of doors that would lead to a long desk. There were two seats for them at this table. Matthew had been ordered to stay in the audience and wait until everything was over.
Walking towards each other, Alfred and Arthur exchanged glances, determined to make this work. However, both were reluctant to follow through with the plan.
"Good luck, President Kirkland," Alfred said and extended his hand out to the shorter blonde.
"Likewise, Mr Jones," Arthur said, shaking Alfred's fragile hand.
"It's time for you both to go," a man with a black T-shirt and head set informed the two, ready to open the doors for them. Nodding their heads, Arthur and Alfred stood next to each other firmly. Looking at Arthur's arm, Alfred suddenly wrapped his own arms around it, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder.
"W-what in God's name are you doing?" Arthur asked in a flustered tone, staring at Alfred.
"I'm playing the part, and you should too. Come on, dude, we agreed on this," Alfred said in a somewhat loud whisper.
"…I understand," Arthur said, closing one eye as the doors were opened. In a split second, Arthur and Alfred were surrounded by a flood of flashing lights. Many different people were all squashed in the small room together. Different questions floated through the room, but none of them could be understood.
Leading the way, with Alfred still grasping his arm, Arthur moved towards their seats, a guide telling them where they had to go.
As they sat down, Alfred removed himself from Arthur's arm, observing everyone there and the exits. So many people, he felt as if he was going to panic right then and there.
Scanning the crowd, he searched for Matthew; the only person he knew who could help him. Finally spotting him, Alfred gave him a, 'I need help. I think I'm going to crack,' face. Noticing this, Matthew pointed to his pocket and mouthed 'look'.
Following the silent instruction, Alfred looked inside his pocket. A note and a few items lay inside. Matthew must have slipped them inside somehow when he was getting ready. Taking them out, Alfred read the note first.
Calm down. I know you're probably about to have a panic attack by now. Here, there's a stress ball and some medicine to help you relax. It's not much, but it should help.
From, Matthew
P.S. After this, let's go ice skating. I want to spend more time with you.
Finished with reading, Alfred mouthed the words 'thank you' to Matthew before placing a few of the pills inside his mouth. Stress ball in hand, Alfred turned to Arthur, wondering when the conference would start.
"May I have your attention, please," Arthur spoke into the microphone. "I believe we are ready to answer your questions now."
There words caused a reaction inside the audience. Interviewer after interviewer asked different questions. Feeling a little over whelmed, Alfred squeezed the stress ball, hearing Arthur pick someone in the audience.
"So, is it true you two are dating? Or are you two just pretending to love each other so that this sex scandal will be cleared?" a reporter asked. Everyone listened intently for the answer.
"Yes, we are in fact dating. And no, we love each other very much, don't we, Alfred?" Arthur smiled, turning his head to Alfred.
"U-uh, y-yes," Alfred said shyly, trying to focus on not panicking. He then glanced at Matthew. The Canadian's mouth had fallen open when he heard the announcement. It looked like he was going to cry.
"I'm sorry, he's a bit nervous. He isn't used to situations like this," Arthur said before moving onto another question. This one was from a woman who had a flower placed in her long brown hair.
"If this is true, why don't you show us a kiss?" the woman said, her eyes shining suddenly.
"N-no. That would be highly inappropriate," Arthur said, a little embarrassed.
"Oh, come on! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!" the woman chanted, others beginning to join in. Swallowing hard, Arthur looked at Alfred with wide eyes. I suppose we really have to do this, he thought. Grabbing Alfred by the shirt, Arthur forcibly kissed the other's soft lips.
For the next few seconds, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of clicking as the interviewers quickly took pictures. Alfred stayed completely still. He couldn't push the other away; he had to act like he enjoyed it. Cupping the other's face, Alfred closed his eyes and blissfully returned the kiss.
Matthew watched. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Alfred, his Alfred, was being kissed by someone else. Not just any other person, his Boss! And it looked like Alfred actually liked it.
The scene was too much for the broken hearted Canadian. He shoved his way past everyone, tears filling his eyes. Just after he had left, Arthur and Alfred broke away from the kiss. They looked away from each other, both blushing deeply.
"There. I hope you're happy. Now, shall we continue with the questions?" Arthur asked, still a little dazed after what had just happened. He picked another young women who also looked embarrassed.
"Alfred, how did the two of you meet?" she asked, staring at the red-faced American.
Trying to think of a good lie, Alfred suddenly thought of the perfect story to give them. The story of how his parents met. Of course, it would be edited with Alfred and Arthur's names.
"Well…We met on a warm spring day in high school. He confessed to me in our senior year, but I didn't feel the same way until I entered college. After I confessed to him, he was so happy that he kissed me and then dragged me to a park. We had our first date there. And from then on, we were inseparable. Not very romantic, but I think it's still kind of cute," Alfred said, pretending that he was remembering that day. But it was his parent's story, and Alfred had to fight back against the tears blurring his vision.
The room grew quiet; watching as Alfred suddenly started crying. Some were 'aww'ing at the story, and others were staring at the American worriedly. Arthur quickly ran to Alfred's side, pretending that he was comforting the other.
"I'm sorry, everyone, he's…he's crying tears of happiness. It was a very meaningful moment for both of us, you see. I believe he needs a short break." Helping Alfred out of his chair, Arthur guided him away, back to where they had entered from.
"Why are you crying, you git?! You're going to ruin everything!" Arthur hissed.
"S-shut up! It's personal, okay? …Y-you stole my first kiss, you bastard!" Alfred lied, wiping away his tears.
"I-I-…What?" Arthur asked, dumbfounded.
"You heard me! I hate you," Alfred said, turning away from the other.
"Why do you have to be so difficult? It was part of the act. It didn't really mean anything, it doesn't count. You have to keep a stiff upper lip. And this time, try to act better."
"Fine," Alfred huffed, trying to compose himself as they re-entered that hell hole.
Time passed, and the conference dragged on slowly. It was nothing but questions, each one asking them how they felt about each other. It disgusted both Arthur and Alfred to pretend that they actually loved each other, when it was actually quite the opposite. People would see one pinch the other's cheek and thought that they were only doing it lightly, but in reality they were trying to rip each other's faces off.
Now that it was finally over, the only thing left for Alfred was to go ice-skating.
It took Alfred about an hour to figure out that Matthew had left the conference early. He didn't know why though, so he shrugged it off. Before he went out on his ice skating adventure with Matthew, Alfred made sure to wipe off any remaining trace of Arthur. All of that hugging and that single kiss had sickened him to the core. To think, he would have to go along with this for a full year.
Finishing his cleansing secession at home, Alfred dressed himself fin warm clothes, ready for ice skating. Although, he felt a little hesitant, realizing that Matthew must have seen the kiss.
Matthew was waiting for him at the indoor ice skating rink. His appearance was a little different. A fluffy jacket was wrapped around his chest and a hat was covering his long hair. He was wearing jeans and a pair of ice skates. However, his usually ivory eyes were now tinged with pink.
"Y-you made it. I-I'm so happy…W-we should, um, w-we should skate," Matthew said, handing Alfred already the already rented ice skates. Taking them from his hands, Alfred gave Matthew a smile.
He sat down to put his skates on and made his way towards the ice. Allowing Matthew to go in first, he closely followed after.
Unfortunately, he slipped over the moment his foot connected with the ice. Rubbing his backside, Alfred tried to stand up again, but was unsuccessful. Skating over to the struggling American, Matthew laughed, helping the other up.
"N-need help there, Al?"
"Y-yeah, kind of. I've never skated before. Thought it would be easy, but it's actually pretty hard." Alfred said, holding onto Matthew's hands.
"Don't worry, I've got you. Just relax, eh?" Matthew said, leading his wobbly kneed friend into the middle of the rink. "There, see? You've got it."
"Y-yeah I guess I do, dude! Thanks, Mattie!" Alfred said, turning around and moving away to skate by himself.
Matthew watched the other skate for about five minutes, eventually deciding to do something that he never imagined he would do. He would confess to Alfred again, but this time he was going to try and change Alfred's mind about Arthur.
Skating closer to Alfred, Matthew grabbed the other's wrist, watching Alfred's head twist around so that he could see his friend. "What are you doing, Mattie?" Alfred asked innocently. He was suddenly pulled into an inescapable hug.
"Why him?" Matthew whispered quietly into Alfred's ear.
"What do you mean, dude?"
"You k-know what I mean. Why did you pick Arthur? D-did he bribe you? Did he f-force you? I thought you h-hated him!"
"H-he didn't make me. I picked him because I love him. I guess we just, you know, clicked or something," Alfred said. He had to protect his and Arthur's deal.
"That's a lie and you know it. Why are you going out with him?"
"I already told you, Mattie! I love him! I loved him even before I met you again at that bar. And he loves me back, so there," Alfred said. He felt like he was going to throw up.
"No he doesn't, Alfred! I-I do! I've loved you for twelve years now! I could never love anything again after you left. I sacrificed so much just to find you! I moved so many times! I even promised myself that we would still get married, just like we said we would. I-I…I…ALFRED F. JONES, I LOVE YOU!" Matthew yelled as loud as he could, causing everyone around them to turn and stare.
"M-Mattie, I…I…"
The end of this chapter!So yeah you guys thought it was Francis , no he comes later. I never actually said that Matthew had two last names. Please don't shoot me!I'm trying to make this suspenseful and REVIEW, so I can see if you like the story so far.