Admin: Sorry update took so long. My laptop is broken, but I'm borrowing another's until I can get a new one. And I think I'm starting to bore you guys . But don't worry the 9th chapter will have you waiting for the 10th. I have already thought out everything and the drama right now isn't even the half of what's going to happen. Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew's lives will get harder.
POV: Alfred
Why had I ever thought that the ball was going to end well? That was totally uncool! I had thought I was just going to dance, eat and make my debut into high society. But no! I ended up having to search for my sulking 'lover' by the pool, and through one careless action accidently pushed him in.
I had no problem with diving in after him, since that was the heroic thing to do, but the way he faked unconsciousness just so that I would give him CPR was just wrong. And then, after the first few attempts, he suddenly goes and pushes our faces together.
I felt my fist stinging as I stomped away furiously, clearly because of the punch I had delivered to the Brit's face. I needed some space; otherwise, I was sure I would start beating him. That would just make the paparazzi go crazy.
I could hear footsteps behind me, easily keeping up with my hurried pace. I ignored them at first, not wanting to talk to anyone at that moment. But I still glanced behind me after a short while, feeling a little surprised when I realised the one following me was Matthew.
I continued moving forward, walking even faster so that he couldn't keep up, but then Matthew rushed ahead of me, blocking my path and holding his hands out. I paused with a small huff and waited for him to speak.
"Alfred…W-why did you hit him?!" Matthew sounded a little out of breath.
"Why do you think? He deserved it," I hissed.
"W-what do you mean? A-aren't you together? A-aren't you s-supposed to love each other?"
Oh, right, I thought, quickly thinking of a solution. "So? Couples can fight, right?"
"Y-yes, but-,"
"Mattie, it's complicated. I'm not in the best mood right now so I don't really want to play the questions game," I interrupted, rolling my eyes. "I just need to cool my head right now."
"I-I know how you can do that!" Matthew chimed, taking my wrist and dragging me down an unknown direction.
"W-whoa, dude, where the hell are we going?!"
"Trust me, this always used to cheer you up." Matthew winked.
"U-Uh, okay," I stuttered, trying to keep up with Matthew's surprisingly fast pace. The hotel was soon out of sight as we entered the downtown area. I was now completely surrounded by city lights and advertisements.
During our little adventure, we eventually took a sharp turn, stopping in front of a very familiar restaurant. I jumped up, forcing Matthew to go through the doors with me.
It was the one the only! McDonald's! Nothing could make me so happy so quickly than a big mac drowning my tongue in deliciousness. I could almost taste it.
"Go on, pick anything you like. I'll buy it," Matthew gave me his usual sweet smile. I immediately hugged the life out of him.
"Dude, you're the best! Awesome sauce! I want a big mac and large fries! Both super-sized!" I exclaimed and Matthew laughed nervously. He went to the cashier to tell them what I wanted, and they looked at him strangely. They were probably wondering why such a scrawny man was buying super-sized food.
I kicked my heels, scanning the area for exits. Successfully locating them, I felt more at ease by the time Matthew had the bag of food. I followed him to a table.
Matthew handed me the bag the second we were seated. I found the hamburger first. I opened the box and started devouring the meat between the two buns. At that moment, the sauce tasted way better than the pasta we had eaten at the ball. Everything in general was better.
As I continued to eat like a barbarian, Matthew watched me with a smile. Apparently he was enjoying the sight. Swallowing the last of my mouthful, I licked my lips and beamed at Matthew.
"You sure do know how to cheer me up don't ya?" I started grabbing fries out of the bag and shoving them in my mouth.
"I've known you for a long time, w-why wouldn't I know?"
"True. I love you so much, dude!"
"I love you too," Matthew said, giving me another smile as I finished the rest of my food.
"So…Do we really have to go back to the ball thing?" I asked, looking up at Matthew sadly. Surprisingly, he had the same expression as me.
"Of course w-we do. But hey, remember, I'll be by your side every step of the way, eh?" He held my hand encouragingly. I shrank away a little, but accepted the gesture.
"Thanks man! You're the best!" I boomed, getting up from my seat and disposing of the trash. Matthew followed me in his usual timid and quiet manner. We didn't rush as we headed back because we didn't want to be there for different reasons.
Taking in the scenery around me, I could finally see what I had been missing out on in this all new city. You could see everything that a city should contain: lights, people, food, companies and shopping malls.
Watching Matthew's back silently, I mentally prepared myself for the worst. I could picture it now, everyone in a room talking to each other, but then when Matthew and I entered they would immediately stop. We would walk together in pure silence, surrounded by hushed whispers.
I shuddered at the thought. I was usually the center of a conversation, talking to other people, not them talking about me. I didn't like that at all. Moving to Matthew's side, I took his hand and tried to give him a, 'we can do this' look.
Reading my eyes like a book, Matthew nodded and gave me the same determined look. Approaching the tall hotel, we both took in our last breaths of fresh air and let go of each other's hands, pumped and ready for the rest of the night.
The hotel's lobby was as quiet as usual. Raising our hands up to the wooden door that lead to the ballroom, we both pushed it open. As expected, everyone stopped dancing and stared. Others whispered to the ones next to them.
Our footsteps seemed louder than usual as Matthew and I walked to our seats. Taking my seat next to Arthur, I saw him pressing an icepack to his cheek, an irritable expression forming.
I smirked and quietly mumbled, 'that's what you get'. The party started again after about a minute, gradually becoming livelier, but there were still moments where it would die down slightly so that they could check on me and Arthur.
Sipping on some apple cider, I glanced at Matthew, then to Arthur, and then at George. They didn't seem to notice anything strange. I would have spoken up, but then I didn't want to be rude. So I stayed silent.
POV: Arthur
Bloody hell that hurt! I thought, rubbing my rapidly swelling check. Still watching Alfred leave, I smirked. I hadn't expected that reaction, and I had loved it.
It had been entertaining. Who would have thought that he was going to punch me? Sure, maybe a slap, or for him to start beating my chest, or just plain silence. But a punch? That was new. Done with my moment of amazement, I looked away from the direction my fake lover had stormed down, followed by my secretary. The two of them seemed awfully close, but I decide to ignore them.
I stood with the assistance of my father and a few waiters. I held my throbbing check as I limped towards the hotel, still being supported by others.
Entering the hotel again, I was quickly seated in the kitchen as waiters ran around in a panic. One handed me an ice pack in an attempt to bring down the swelling. However, it didn't stop the skin above my cheek bone turning a deathly purple color. It hurt more than ever, and my brain felt like it was banging against and hitting my skull, almost as if it wanted to be free.
Holding the ice pack to my cheek, I proceeded back to my seat to wait for the two North Americans to return. I waited five minutes. No sign of them. Ten minutes. Still no sign. Those minutes eventually became an hour, and there was still NO SIGN OF THEM! Applying another ice pack to my poor cheek, I began letting my imagination run wild.
Maybe they weren't coming back. Maybe they had escaped and where planning to leave the country together, and-,
Shaking my head, I came to the conclusion that I couldn't trust my overactive imagination. Calm down, Arthur. He's just another one of your employees. Who happens to be pretending to be your boyfriend. There's nothing to worry about. Ha-ha, that's right, nothing to worry about.
I crossed my arms and legs. The neglected ice pack was left on the table and had started to melt. I was finding that if I just ignored my worries then I actually felt great.
Until I heard the door open. Knowing it would be Alfred and Marvin, I quickly grabbed the ice pack and pressed it to my cheek again. I wanted Alfred to feel bad about punching me. It would be cute to see his expression turn concerned and guilty.
However, there was not a single trace of worry on his face. The ballroom quieted observing the two blondes' movements. I kept my attention solely on Alfred. A smirk had formed on his lips as he sat down next to me. Disappointed, I turned away, not wanting to see my 'lover'. I was perfectly happy with just sitting there stubbornly, but suddenly pain shot through my leg as someone kicked my knee.
My natural reflexes took over and I immediately kicked back, not checking to see who it was. After my foot had connected with something, I looked up to see my temperamental father. He was glaring at me, but turned his eyes to Alfred and gestured to his ring finger. He stared at me meaningfully.
I remembered what I had to do and quickly stood up, searching my pocket to make sure I still had the box. I tapped Alfred's shoulder and took his wrist when I had his attention. He seemed confused as to why I was dragging him outside to the garden, but kept up with my hurried pace. The rest of the guests were curious, wondering where we were going and what was going to happen. It didn't take long for them to follow us.
I took Alfred to the center, where the fountain stood. I assumed it was where he and Mart had gone. I sat down, still holding his hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a crowd beginning to form. Everyone waited eagerly, expecting a beautifully romantic moment. Perfect.
"Show time," I whispered and Alfred oddly seemed to understand what I meant. We readied ourselves to give the ones watching a believable performance.
I stared at Alfred with loving eyes and cupped his face, and Alfred returned the favour with a fake blush. I spoke clearly and loudly, making sure our audience could understand me.
"Alfred, you know that I love and cherish you, right?" I tried not to look at the other's face.
"Yup, totally." Alfred's reply wasn't formal or romantic, but it was acceptable for now.
"Well, now you have an even better idea of my feelings. I have a present for you." I dug my hand into my pocket and grabbed the velvet box. I opened it and showed its contents to Alfred. I glanced up, excited to see the new expression I would receive from him.
It was cute. The only thing that ruined it was that look of pure hatred. Deciding to return the favour, I glared at him with the same intensity. Typical. He hadn't had to do much, maybe just pretend to be surprised by the gift and gasp, and maybe even playfully punch my shoulder. Something like that, at least.
"This is to prove just how serious I am about our relationship. One day, I hope to replace it with an engagement ring." I took Alfred's left hand and eased the jewellery onto his ring finger.
Everyone watching us squealed in delight, loving every moment of the scene.
"W-wow! Dude, you don't know how happy I am!" Alfred cheered and gave me a purposely too tight hug.
"There, there. Now, let's go back to the party before everyone realizes we're gone," I told Alfred bringing us both to our feet. The crowd quickly vanished, pretending nothing had happened as they returned to the ball room. Alfred and I followed.
"What the hell was all that about?!" Alfred hissed, removing the ring and corsage.
"It was my father's idea, not mine. You have to get used to the idea that we have to do things that benefit our shameless lie," I answered, rolling my eyes.
"Ugh, when you do things like this I feel so girly. Just stop with all that crap! It disgusts me to think that people will see me as weak and not a hero! I'm the hero, and everyone knows it. I mean, I did save your life earlier, didn't I?"
"Yes, but it was your fault that I fell in the water in the first place. And then you punched me."
"You deserved it."
"No I didn't."
"You pretended to be unconscious and forced me to kiss you! I'm starting to think that you actually have a crush on me."
"W-what are you talking about? A-as if I'd ever fancy a fat, idiotic American like you."
"H-hey, no need for name calling, Prez. Calm down, I was just saying. There's a more important question, anyway. When the hell is this party over? I'm sick and tired of being surrounded by so many people. I don't like it."
"Quit being such a baby. It's almost over. All we have to do is one more dance, and then you can pretend the food made you sick and leave. How does that sound?"
"Okay, I'm cool with that. But Mattie gets to take me home."
"Why?"
"He works for you. I figured he's suffered enough. Also, he's my best friend so when one leaves, so does the other. It's the best friend code."
"Wow. That sounded so girly."
"Oh my God! Ugh, you frustrate me so much! Let's just get this over with."
"Very well. Grab my arm."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Wrapping his arm around mine, we now stood in front of the wooden door that we had just entered through. Just as expected, everyone was in their assigned seats, eating and socializing with each other. I led Alfred down to the wooden dance floor again, moving to the center. The band immediately noticed our presence and started playing Shall We Dance from The King And I.
As quick as a bullet, I lead Alfred into quick steps. Knowing he wasn't trained in the art of dancing, I decided to go easy on the poor lad. The American amazed me with how quickly he somehow learned. After about a minute of dancing he already knew the routine. He was following my steps and smiling, and I could feel my heart stopping. Following Alfred's lead, I smiled as if I was actually enjoying myself.
But I could feel the tension in Alfred's back. This drew me to the conclusion that he honestly wanted nothing more than to throw me down and start beating me.
I continued with our rhythm as the song progressed. Our steps came to a sudden halt when the music stopped, but Alfred and I had failed to notice at first. Both blushing from embarrassment, we walked away in different directions.
Everyone looked at Alfred with an odd expression, wondering why he had left. Returning to my seat, didn't say a word as the night continued.
POV: Alfred
Yet another dramatic event happened with President Kirkland around. Honestly, I didn't know how much longer I could keep the act up. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking back to what had happened in the day. There was one part of the ball that made me flop from side to side like a fan girl whenever I thought about it. He had been
so close…
So close...
So close to dying!
Man, if I hadn't been such a totally awesome he would have died! Someone should have filmed that awesome action! I must have looked so totally heroic! Oh my God, dude, I must have seemed so amazing, emerging from the water with him in my arms. I must have looked so badass! Wait, calm down, Alfred, you're acting like a fan boy.
Acting calm, I moved to the kitchen to get a can of soda. I gulped down its contents, sighing in relief as the fizzy liquid slid down my throat. Nothing calmed me down more than a good can of soda. Being a hero was hard work, especially when you had to act like you were in love with someone. It was considered hero work, right? I mean, I was saving him from being demoted or whatever. Ah, who cared? I had work the next day, so I had to go to sleep.
Marching towards my bathroom, I grabbed my pajamas from their and dressed myself. I then brushed my teeth and did whatever else people did before bed. After I was done, I plopped onto my bed again and pressed my head onto the pillow. I took a few moments to try and calm my muscles and brain so that I might fall asleep quicker.
Finally reaching the amount of relaxation I wanted, I drifted into a seemingly never ending sleep.
*~next day~*
But my alarm woke me up, of course. I smashed my hand onto the snooze button and waited for about five minutes before I opened my eyes to get up. I rolled on my back looking up at my bleak ceiling. Moaning, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom so that I could start my daily routine.
I stared into the mirror as I brushed my teeth. My eyes were almost zombie like, and it wasn't really very pretty. Ah, who cared? No one else was going to watch me get ready. Just as I was about to slip my shirt on, my company phone began receiving a call.
It seemed to have become a habit to answer the phone before three rings had past. It was probably because of my time as a secretary. Looking at the tiny screen, I saw the words, 'Spawn of Satan'. Knowing exactly who it was, I answered immediately.
"What do you want, President Kirkland?" I asked emotionlessly.
"You and I are taking the day off. We are having a public date. Meet me at the Starbucks near the firm around the same time you would arrive at work."
"Alright." I hung up the phone. Sighing and slouching back against the wall, I rolled my eyes. Now I was going to have to change how I looked.
From my closet, I grabbed some dark jeans, a regular dress shirt, a black tie and a messenger hat. I changed into these in the bathroom, hoping that it was a better look for the occasion. Now feeling more comfortable, I grabbed my wallet, my keys and my phone, and was out of the door in the next few seconds.
I started the engine in my car, backing out and freeing the parking space for someone else to take. I quickly glanced at my watch, finding that it was around eight fifteen. I could forget about being early, at this rate it looked like I was going to be late. But who cared? I had the day off, right?
I parked in my usual spot at the firm. The Starbucks was located to the right of the building, and I entered with my hands settled in my pockets. Humming a simple tune, I scanned the area for my boss.
Advancing deeper into the Starbucks, I saw an arm shoot up, catching my attention. It was my boss, a cup of tea in his hand and a smile on his face. I waved back and smiled, thinking, oh, this can't be good…
He gestured for me to sit down as I moved towards him, and took the seat opposite him. I took my usual precaution of searching for all of the exits. I was too busy counting the amount of people who left and entered to notice my boss was trying to talk to me.
"...Oh, I-I'm sorry sir, but could you repeat that?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't be too mad. He rolled his eyes before speaking again.
"I said, have you checked the newspaper today?" Arthur lied.
"Um, I'm not really into boring politics and gossip. Sorry."
"Oh, quiet, I don't mean that. Look here." Arthur spread a newspaper down in front of me. Staring at it, all I could see was the typical black and white printing, and the tiny letters that were hard for me to read, even with glasses. I adjusted my glasses in an attempt to make the writing clearer, and read aloud in a voice that only Arthur and I would be able to hear.
"'A Fairy-Tale Ball'. Wow, I already want to burn this thing," I said, earning a light hit from Arthur.
"Fine, fine. Okay, blah, blah, blah, I was a total wussy...Upon the stunning ball that is hosted by the Kirklands each year, a newcomer who has made his debut into high society has caught our eye. Alfred F. Jones, a local lawyer and Arthur Kirkland's partner, punched his own lover after saving him from drowning. Following that, he was then given a promise ring from his lover to prove their love. Some might say that this is the most romantic love hate relationship the world has ever seen. But what really caught our attention, besides these star crossed lovers, was Arthur Kirkland's secretary. Murry Williams, a young man who was around Alfred's age, seemed to be more than a little friendly with Alfred."
"Carry on." Arthur sipped his tea.
"We may not know much about this man, but we do know that he is hard to track. If anyone has any more information on their relationship, please contact us."
"So you see, Mr Jones, that the public still doesn't believe us, and now they're starting to think that you and Marlin are a couple. I'm afraid we cannot just ignore this."
"Are you freaking kidding me? President, with all due respect, I know that you hate me. And I don't really like you either. But this is just a stupid article making things up about a possible love triangle. These people are paid to make up stuff like this! What do you think they do, predict the future?" I spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Whatever the case may be, we have to convince the public that we are in love, and that this is not just a hoax. This won't work if you continue being too friendly with Marvin."
"His name is Matthew. And why? He's my best friend for- no, five-ever."
"Stop acting so childish and just do as I say. Try to keep your distance from him."
"And if I don't?"
"If you don't, then...Then...Then I'll stop hamburgers from being sold in the company's cafeteria."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me," Arthur said with those killer eyes. I remembered that I had used the same trick on him a mere two days ago. But this wouldn't separate me from my best friend.
"Be my guest. I'll just buy some from McDonald's."
"Playing hard ball, are we? Then you give me no choice; I'm firing Marcus."
"W-wait, don't!" I shouted, drawing the attention of everyone.
"And why not? This is the only way I know you'll stay away from him."
"You really want me to hate you, don't you?"
"I don't really care."
"F-fine…I'll try and keep my distance from him."
"You will make sure that you keep out of touch with him as long as we are doing this."
"W-what?! Dude, that's so unfair! Why should I?!"
"Shall I remind you that if this scheme doesn't work then our jobs are on the line."
"I...Oh, f-fine..."
"Now then, shall we get on with this date?" Arthur asked, extending his hand with a sweet smile. I took it hesitantly, and we entwined our fingers as we headed out of the doors.
It was going to be a long year.
POV: Arthur
Brilliant! I was such a genius, I could kiss myself. The plan was going perfectly. Not only had I somehow managed to convince Alfred to stay away from that thorn in my side, but I was now on a date with him. It seemed as if everything was going my way for once. Although, there was still something that confused me.
I had no idea what the strange feeling was. Every time I saw Alfred smile I wanted to be near him. If he was sad or scared then I wanted to help him. And whenever he was around that Canadian fellow, a more bitter feeling would rise. But I had handled that situation, and the fact that I would be stuck with the git for the whole day made me want to grin from ear to ear.
With our hands connected together, I made sure to stay on the side that was closest to the street, just like any gentleman would have done for their partner. I glanced at Alfred. He looked irritated and tired, and it wasn't a very pleasant sight. And with the way he was holding my hand, it felt like he was resisting the urge to squeeze all life out of it.
"So, where are we going, anyway?" Alfred's voice was filled with malice. It hurt to hear it, and I had to accept the fact that Alfred hadn't really warmed up to me.
We're going to the beach. I wanted to say that, I really did, in a sweet tone that might have seemed reassuring to the American. But instead, I said, "Honestly, don't you ever, as you would probably say, go with the flow? You're so irritating"
"Well, excuse me for asking. Gosh, I only wanted to know. You don't have to be so mean, Oscar the Grouch."
"W-what did you just call me?" I could clearly feel any guilt or sadness being quickly replaced by rage.
"You know, I think you should get your hearing checked. It looks like your age is finally catching up with you."
"W-what?! I'll have you know that I am only twenty-three years old."
"Wow, that's wrong. I'm nineteen. Why isn't the media asking why someone as young as me is going out with you? I would have thought you were a pedophile."
"Why you little-!" I moved my hands up to the taller man's neck and began strangling him a little, shaking him back and forth.
"H-HELP! HELP! HE'S ASSAULTING ME!" Alfred gasped, trying to create another scene. I had to cover his mouth again, and I dragged him into an alley before anyone could see or hear him.
"Would you stop doing that?!" I asked angrily, still covering the American's mouth, just in case. Something wet moved across my palm, and I immediately realised him in disgust.
"BLOODY HELL! WHY DID YOU LICK ME?!"
"You wouldn't let go and I couldn't breathe!"
"That was just disgusting."
"Oh, really? I feel the same way."
"W-why...you... Never mind. Let's just get on with this outing, shall we?"
"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish," Alfred replied, walking ahead of me. I moved in front, steering him in the right direction.
In just under thirty minutes, we were walking down the beach with our shoes off. The breeze flowed through the air, spreading the scent of salt water. I didn't think of it as a pleasant smell, but it was somehow supposed to be considered romantic.
Alfred was staring off into space, eyes not focused. I placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to see if he was still with me. He was forced out of his trance and then looked at me with an irritated expression.
"So, dude, what now? This is fun and all, but it's also kinda boring." Alfred still seemed to be in a small daze.
"Well, I actually dragged you out here to give you something."
"Oh, come on! Enough with the surprises."
"Calm down. It's not like I'm doing it on purpose."
"Really? You were the one that made me kiss you. I'm starting to think that you really do have a crush on me."
"W-what...w-where...I most certainly do not! I despise you. …Let's just get down to business." Twisting to my side, I managed to pull out a small black and white rabbit from my bag. Of course, the bag had been open so that it could pop its head out for fresh air every now and then, but this meant that I had to be extra careful to hide it from Alfred before the time was right. It was now in my arms and I stroked its little head.
"Here." I showed Alfred the fluffy creature. At first, he stared at it with an odd expression. This worried me a little, but then Alfred started grinning. He took the rabbit from my hands, petting it affectionately.
"Wow, you're so cute! Did the big bad eyebrow monster hurt you?" Alfred chimed, lightly hugging and kissing the creature.
"You can carry it around work as long as you tell people it was a gift from me. It's another thing that will make the press think we're in love.
"Whatever. Forget you; I've got a rabbit now! But I guess I can tell people that…What's its name, anyway?"
"Hmm…I haven't really thought about that."
"Well, why don't we name it together?"
"I suppose that wouldn't hurt."
"I like…Freedom."
"That's stupid."
"Well, what have you got?"
"Lawrence."
"Wow, that's such a boring lawyer name."
"So? It's better than your bloody Freedom."
"…What did you just say?"
"I-I didn't mean it like that! I-I meant…Oh, just name the blasted creature already..."
We stood there for the next few seconds, trying to think of a name for our new furry friend. We both stared at the rabbit curiously. And then we knew it. In unison, Alfred and I shouted the same perfect name.
"James!" Astonished, we stared at each other, shocked that we had somehow come up with the same name. We avoided each other's eyes, laughing about it nervously.
"James it is then!" Alfred began giving it even more kisses and hugs, and I resisted the growing urge to stop him. After Alfred and James were finished with their little love fest, we continued down the beach, hand in hand. We weren't fighting, and it actually felt quite pleasant.
But of course, this calm didn't last. More reporters appeared and began hunting us down. I firmly tugged Alfred's hand, forcing him to run forward. We started taunting the reporters as they chased after us, laughing when we saw that they were struggling to move on the sandy ground.
POV: Alfred
"Abraham! I've got a new friend for you! His name is James," I yelled to my fluffy cat, letting James down so that he could hop on the ground. The so-called 'date' had been a little fun. It had been nice to go on a 'date', especially since I hadn't been on one in a long time.
Advancing to my room, I grabbed my pajamas and went to take my shower. Water poured from the sky as I turned the knob, and I then began peeling my clothes away, piece by piece. When the water was at the appropriate temperature, I stepped inside the shower.
The warm temperature calmed my muscles as I washed my hair and body. But I couldn't help but wonder if what I was doing was like willingly cooking myself alive. After all, it was kind of how you cooked meat. It always made me wonder; if a chicken was cooked alive, would it feel any pleasure before the pain set in?
Finished with my soul-searching in the shower, I dried my body with a plush towel and wrapped it around my waist, forgetting that I had left my clothes in the bathroom. I walked to my room and fell back onto my bed. My new bunny hopped towards my face and started sniffing my cheek.
I giggled a little, enjoying the tickling sensation. "Maybe President Kirkland isn't such a bad guy," I thought out loud, thinking about the date. I snuggled with my new rabbit, making a few small squealing noises. No one could hear me, so it was fine.
-Dingdong- The doorbell rang. I quickly sat up, forgetting that I was wearing nothing but a towel. Making my way over to the door without tripping over Abraham or any of my video games, I unlocked the door. It must be Mattie visiting, I thought.
I closed my eyes in a wide grin before opening the door. "Mattie, what are you doing here so late? Not that I mind or anything, but-..." I opened my eyes and, to my surprise, saw President Arthur Kirkland. He was regarding me carefully.
For no real reason, he smirked. Or so I thought, at least.
I glanced down and realized that my towel was slipping. My face flushed and I slammed the door right in Arthur's face, panting slightly
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