Sorry, Alfred, You're Still Not Gay [10/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 08:18:47 UTC
The game plan, Alfred told himself repeatedly after he'd gotten over being a loser, was made to make Arthur truly realize that he (Alfred, that was) was the most awesome person in the world. This game plan that Alfred had thought up consisted of many parts. Namely, following Arthur around while spreading awesome "might have been propaganda if not for the fact that it was real" about Alfred, annoying Arthur (which was the most fun part), consistently prodding -- both physically and verbally -- Arthur, and possibly other parts that Alfred would think up of as things progressed.
It was a fool-proof plan that was ninety percent determination, five percent idiocy, and five percent imagination. Knowing Alfred, he'd make it work out. Somehow.
So this was how Alfred found himself casually walking behind Arthur while pelleting Arthur with crumpled paper balls. These paper balls had "Alfred is awesome" written all over them, care of his ever-loving fan club.
He could see Arthur's fists clench and the air around Arthur grow magically darker. Soon. Soon, Alfred told himself. Arthur would snap and then--
"Could you just let it go, Jones?" Arthur said behind gritted teeth. He stopped walking and turned to face Alfred with nothing but fierce animosity stamped on his eyes. "It's already dismissal time. Don't you have some cheerleader to bang?"
Alfred just raised a brow and shrugged. He then said, "I don't actually sleep with them, you know? That's more of Francis' sort of thing." He didn't even go out with them. He'd go and do public indecency -- sans the sex part -- with them, but he'd never actually take them to restaurants or to whatever people went to date. Arthur had to be an idiot not to know at least that part.
"... You don't?"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I'm not some whore, you know."
"Technically, you'd be a gigolo."
"Whatever. Anyways, have you gotten in your head that I'm super awesome?"
Arthur frowned. "You're not awesome in any way, Jones." Then he turned around once again and began to walk. "And just go home. I'm going around the school to see if anyone aside from those with after-school permissions are staying here."
"I'll come with you." Alfred then began to throw the paper balls at Arthur again.
"You make sure that you clean up your mess or else."
"Don't be a stick in the mud, Artie."
"I'll show you a fucking stick in the mud."
That was the last thing Alfred heard before he got punched in the face. When he came to again, Arthur was nowhere to be found. Alfred groaned. He'd come so far today. But then he grinned. Just because he lost Arthur didn't mean he couldn't find the guy again.
He closed his eyes, hoping that he had one of those "Oh shit, I feel that the guy I'm currently into now is nearby" senses that most gay men seemed to have in those books that he read. After standing like an idiot in the middle of a deserted hallway for three minutes, he decided to just go around and search for Arthur on his own.
The senses thing was utter bull.
So Alfred jogged through every hallway of every floor. When he couldn't find Arthur in the building, he decided to go to the next.
He had all the time in the world, he told himself. Well, he'd probably give up after five in the afternoon. He had a movie to watch, after all.
It was when he reached the last hallway of the next building that he heard a sound. A set of doors opening and closing. His ears twitched. Locker room doors, that was what they were. They weren't as loud as the other doors, though they did have a particular sound to them that not many people noticed. Alfred noticed because, well, he was awesome.
... Totally not because he used to scare himself when he was all alone in the locker room; scare himself enough to heighten his senses. Definitely not that.
So Alfred ran to the nearest locker room.
He really really wanted to convince Arthur that he was awesome. He didn't run because he was scaring himself shitless being all alone in an all too cold hallway. Yeah. He was too cool to be afraid of anything. Yeah.
He gulped and wiped the sweat that was building on his forehead.
It was a fool-proof plan that was ninety percent determination, five percent idiocy, and five percent imagination. Knowing Alfred, he'd make it work out. Somehow.
So this was how Alfred found himself casually walking behind Arthur while pelleting Arthur with crumpled paper balls. These paper balls had "Alfred is awesome" written all over them, care of his ever-loving fan club.
He could see Arthur's fists clench and the air around Arthur grow magically darker. Soon. Soon, Alfred told himself. Arthur would snap and then--
"Could you just let it go, Jones?" Arthur said behind gritted teeth. He stopped walking and turned to face Alfred with nothing but fierce animosity stamped on his eyes. "It's already dismissal time. Don't you have some cheerleader to bang?"
Alfred just raised a brow and shrugged. He then said, "I don't actually sleep with them, you know? That's more of Francis' sort of thing." He didn't even go out with them. He'd go and do public indecency -- sans the sex part -- with them, but he'd never actually take them to restaurants or to whatever people went to date. Arthur had to be an idiot not to know at least that part.
"... You don't?"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I'm not some whore, you know."
"Technically, you'd be a gigolo."
"Whatever. Anyways, have you gotten in your head that I'm super awesome?"
Arthur frowned. "You're not awesome in any way, Jones." Then he turned around once again and began to walk. "And just go home. I'm going around the school to see if anyone aside from those with after-school permissions are staying here."
"I'll come with you." Alfred then began to throw the paper balls at Arthur again.
"You make sure that you clean up your mess or else."
"Don't be a stick in the mud, Artie."
"I'll show you a fucking stick in the mud."
That was the last thing Alfred heard before he got punched in the face. When he came to again, Arthur was nowhere to be found. Alfred groaned. He'd come so far today. But then he grinned. Just because he lost Arthur didn't mean he couldn't find the guy again.
He closed his eyes, hoping that he had one of those "Oh shit, I feel that the guy I'm currently into now is nearby" senses that most gay men seemed to have in those books that he read. After standing like an idiot in the middle of a deserted hallway for three minutes, he decided to just go around and search for Arthur on his own.
The senses thing was utter bull.
So Alfred jogged through every hallway of every floor. When he couldn't find Arthur in the building, he decided to go to the next.
He had all the time in the world, he told himself. Well, he'd probably give up after five in the afternoon. He had a movie to watch, after all.
It was when he reached the last hallway of the next building that he heard a sound. A set of doors opening and closing. His ears twitched. Locker room doors, that was what they were. They weren't as loud as the other doors, though they did have a particular sound to them that not many people noticed. Alfred noticed because, well, he was awesome.
... Totally not because he used to scare himself when he was all alone in the locker room; scare himself enough to heighten his senses. Definitely not that.
So Alfred ran to the nearest locker room.
He really really wanted to convince Arthur that he was awesome. He didn't run because he was scaring himself shitless being all alone in an all too cold hallway. Yeah. He was too cool to be afraid of anything. Yeah.
He gulped and wiped the sweat that was building on his forehead.
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