When Arthur moved in, Alfred was excited to see the new student, he knew he was British and Alfred had a crush on international cultures . He had a lot of friends from everywhere in the world and he really had a thing for languages.
Well, accents in this case. He and Arthur shared the same languages, even though Arthur made it clear the first time they met that he did not speak Alfred's language.
He was disappointed . He thought Arthur would become his friend, his mate, but he just pushed him away and called him an obnoxious brat.
A month later, they started school and Alfred tried to approach Arthur again. Maybe Arthur calmed down, because he was more open to talk to him. They hang out for a while and Alfred discovered Arthur liked sports, books and rock music. He had one shelf filled with CDs of his favourite bands , sometimes shared them with Alfred, made him listen new songs or old songs Alfred didn't know, they spent the afternoons together singing and chatting about everything, anything at all. Sometimes, he walked in on Arthur dancing and holding a pen in his hand, like it was a microphone, headphones over his ears, singing out loud, his voice filling the house. Alfred didn't say anything, just waited for Arthur to notice him, smiling and not quite acknowledging the flip of his heart.
Maybe, just maybe, it was endearing.
Arthur blushed and threw a pillow at him: You should have say something while I was making a fool of myself.
He bought Arthur a guitar for his 16th birthday and saw Arthur emerald eyes shine at him.
"You're a twat" Arthur says as he open the changing room of their school. Alfred burst in, follows Arthur, keeping his eyes on his blonde hair and trying not to notice how Arthur's shirt is stuck on his back from the sweat and his snow white skin looks pure and flawless.
And before Arthur turns around, Alfred is averting his gaze and staring at the shower stalls like they are the most interesting thing in the room.
"I think that was a good move, anyway" Arthur adds and lift his shirt up, throwing it on the floor and grabbing his bag.
American football is not Arthur's favourite sport, he always complains about it but when Alfred drags him in the field, he always plays.
Then he adds 'I'm not doing it for you. It's just that I don't have anything else to do'.
Oh, whatever. Alfred is more than fine with that, as long as Arthur spends time with him. He thinks Arthur is a liar and he enjoys everything Alfred does and makes him do, but he will never admit that. He think Arthur enjoys his company, in general. But that's all.
Alfred is really sad that that's all.
He asked Arthur a few times if he did like girls and Arthur just nodded, but never talked about it. Arthur is sure Alfred likes girls because he walked in on him and Natalia during a party, he was drank (and he found out he does not stand alcohol so he doesn't drink, ever, anymore) and had Natalia's legs around him and they were kissing. That happened six month ago and Arthur never said anything about that, just assumed Alfred liked girl.
Alfred got dates from that day and Arthur always wished him good luck.
Like a very good friend.
Alfred thinks he is … bisexual. But he is not sure, he just happened to fall in love with Arthur, who just happened to be a boy. He doesn't want to think of Arthur as a gender, Arthur is a person, a wonderful person, he makes his heart flutter whenever he laughs – because he rarely hears his laugh – and he makes him feel like if there's someone on this planet he could spend his life with, Alfred would without doubt trust himself to Arthur.
Scratch that.
He's just being silly, now. Very, very silly, and so immature and childish. Arthur would make fun of him if he will ever say that out loud.
"Alfred Jones, are you here?" Arthur waves his hand and stands in front of him, waiting for a reply, maybe. Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and just laughs, turning away to grab his towel and get in the fucking shower right now.
So he does, not glancing at Arthur, he does not want to see him naked and then have to hide some embarrassing bulge under his towel.
The hot water washes over him like the sun kisses the flowers early in the morning, his body relaxes under a warmth that is spreading all over him, and from inside him, a little moment when Alfred let his dreams come reality and watches them like he's watching a movie.
And there's Arthur. Arthur all over him, with his red and wet lips licking up his neck, kissing, touching, exploring every inch of their bodies, running fingers through their hair, breathing each other –
"So" – Arthur starts saying as they are heading for home – "What are you doing tonight?"
Alfred puts his hands in the pockets, looks around the streets with a not-quite-curious face and the answers in a whisper: "Got a date."
Arthur doesn’t hear and furrow his huge eyebrows and he looks older when he does. Alfred laughed at him the first time he had seen Arthur worried, with that serious look on his face, he suggested him to do something at his eyebrows because they were (still are) really big and Arthur said him to just fuck off.
Now, Alfred really like them. They are part of Arthur's beautiful face, of his expressions, he cannot imagine Arthur without them.
"What did you say?" Arthur asks.
"I said I got a date." Alfred hums.
"The girl you were talking to in the hall?"
Alfred looks at him surprised and nods. There a warm sun touching his shoulders and he feels good.
Arthur yawns and kicks a stone. "Where are you taking her?"
"Not sure, maybe we'll just be at my place".
"Oh" murmurs.
"What about you?"
"Nothing fancy. "
Arthur says him goodbye and they both head for home.
There's a mere chance that the person you like, return your feelings as well.
Maybe, there's also a chance that you can get to know that feeling of being wanted.
There's a scratching sound, the flutter of a butterfly, something is breaking.
Alfred gazes his reflection in a looking glass. His shoulders are stiff, his face frowning.
Author!Anon is very happy OP likes it <3 Also, sorry for taking so much time writing, university is just too stressing >3< I shall write soon the other two parts (:
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Everything under the sun is in tune [1b/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 11:46 am (UTC)(link)When Arthur moved in, Alfred was excited to see the new student, he knew he was British and Alfred had a crush on international cultures . He had a lot of friends from everywhere in the world and he really had a thing for languages.
Well, accents in this case. He and Arthur shared the same languages, even though Arthur made it clear the first time they met that he did not speak Alfred's language.
He was disappointed . He thought Arthur would become his friend, his mate, but he just pushed him away and called him an obnoxious brat.
A month later, they started school and Alfred tried to approach Arthur again. Maybe Arthur calmed down, because he was more open to talk to him. They hang out for a while and Alfred discovered Arthur liked sports, books and rock music. He had one shelf filled with CDs of his favourite bands , sometimes shared them with Alfred, made him listen new songs or old songs Alfred didn't know, they spent the afternoons together singing and chatting about everything, anything at all. Sometimes, he walked in on Arthur dancing and holding a pen in his hand, like it was a microphone, headphones over his ears, singing out loud, his voice filling the house. Alfred didn't say anything, just waited for Arthur to notice him, smiling and not quite acknowledging the flip of his heart.
Maybe, just maybe, it was endearing.
Arthur blushed and threw a pillow at him: You should have say something while I was making a fool of myself.
He bought Arthur a guitar for his 16th birthday and saw Arthur emerald eyes shine at him.
Then, he fell in love.
Everything under the sun is in tune [1c/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 11:49 am (UTC)(link)"You're a twat" Arthur says as he open the changing room of their school. Alfred burst in, follows Arthur, keeping his eyes on his blonde hair and trying not to notice how Arthur's shirt is stuck on his back from the sweat and his snow white skin looks pure and flawless.
And before Arthur turns around, Alfred is averting his gaze and staring at the shower stalls like they are the most interesting thing in the room.
"I think that was a good move, anyway" Arthur adds and lift his shirt up, throwing it on the floor and grabbing his bag.
American football is not Arthur's favourite sport, he always complains about it but when Alfred drags him in the field, he always plays.
Then he adds 'I'm not doing it for you. It's just that I don't have anything else to do'.
Oh, whatever. Alfred is more than fine with that, as long as Arthur spends time with him. He thinks Arthur is a liar and he enjoys everything Alfred does and makes him do, but he will never admit that. He think Arthur enjoys his company, in general. But that's all.
Alfred is really sad that that's all.
He asked Arthur a few times if he did like girls and Arthur just nodded, but never talked about it. Arthur is sure Alfred likes girls because he walked in on him and Natalia during a party, he was drank (and he found out he does not stand alcohol so he doesn't drink, ever, anymore) and had Natalia's legs around him and they were kissing. That happened six month ago and Arthur never said anything about that, just assumed Alfred liked girl.
Alfred got dates from that day and Arthur always wished him good luck.
Like a very good friend.
Alfred thinks he is … bisexual. But he is not sure, he just happened to fall in love with Arthur, who just happened to be a boy. He doesn't want to think of Arthur as a gender, Arthur is a person, a wonderful person, he makes his heart flutter whenever he laughs – because he rarely hears his laugh – and he makes him feel like if there's someone on this planet he could spend his life with, Alfred would without doubt trust himself to Arthur.
Scratch that.
He's just being silly, now. Very, very silly, and so immature and childish. Arthur would make fun of him if he will ever say that out loud.
Everything under the sun is in tune [1d/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 11:53 am (UTC)(link)"Alfred Jones, are you here?" Arthur waves his hand and stands in front of him, waiting for a reply, maybe. Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and just laughs, turning away to grab his towel and get in the fucking shower right now.
So he does, not glancing at Arthur, he does not want to see him naked and then have to hide some embarrassing bulge under his towel.
The hot water washes over him like the sun kisses the flowers early in the morning, his body relaxes under a warmth that is spreading all over him, and from inside him, a little moment when Alfred let his dreams come reality and watches them like he's watching a movie.
And there's Arthur. Arthur all over him, with his red and wet lips licking up his neck, kissing, touching, exploring every inch of their bodies, running fingers through their hair, breathing each other –But none of this happens.
Alfred really needs cold water now.
Everything under the sun is in tune [1e/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 11:54 am (UTC)(link)"So" – Arthur starts saying as they are heading for home – "What are you doing tonight?"
Alfred puts his hands in the pockets, looks around the streets with a not-quite-curious face and the answers in a whisper: "Got a date."
Arthur doesn’t hear and furrow his huge eyebrows and he looks older when he does. Alfred laughed at him the first time he had seen Arthur worried, with that serious look on his face, he suggested him to do something at his eyebrows because they were (still are) really big and Arthur said him to just fuck off.
Now, Alfred really like them. They are part of Arthur's beautiful face, of his expressions, he cannot imagine Arthur without them.
"What did you say?" Arthur asks.
"I said I got a date." Alfred hums.
"The girl you were talking to in the hall?"
Alfred looks at him surprised and nods. There a warm sun touching his shoulders and he feels good.
Arthur yawns and kicks a stone. "Where are you taking her?"
"Not sure, maybe we'll just be at my place".
"Oh" murmurs.
"What about you?"
"Nothing fancy. "
Arthur says him goodbye and they both head for home.
There's a mere chance that the person you like, return your feelings as well.
Maybe, there's also a chance that you can get to know that feeling of being wanted.
There's a scratching sound, the flutter of a butterfly, something is breaking.
Alfred gazes his reflection in a looking glass. His shoulders are stiff, his face frowning.
"Let's go" – he says to himself.
He straightens and leaves.
Re: Everything under the sun is in tune [1e/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Everything under the sun is in tune [1e/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-25 06:21 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-01-28 12:11 am (UTC)(link)This is amazing so far, and I can't wait for more!
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)Also, sorry for taking so much time writing, university is just too stressing >3<
I shall write soon the other two parts (: