[Fanfic] And All That Jazz 4/?
Title: And All That Jazz
Pairings: Alfred (US)/ Arthur (UK)
Characters: America, England, with a special appearance of Canada, France, and Poland
Rating: T for language. (Will go up higher)
Warnings: America has a bit of a sailor's mouth, UST
Summary: Alfred is approached by the Student Body President, Arthur, for help on his math exam. They hate each other, but maybe opposite can attract with the help of something unexpected.
This chapter: Arthur's in over is head and Alfred isn't helping the situation.
A/N: SORRY I LIED THERE IS NO HIGHER RATING THIS CHAPTER! Since I expanded on the entire piece that meant I had to expand all the chapters after the third chapter as well. Sorry if no one likes this.
Being Student Body President had its perks. I got to startle the freshmen who thought they were humorous when they tried to set off the fire alarm, approve ideas students had in mind to improve our school, and just feel all around important to the entity of the school. But then there
were days I wish I had never taken such a job. Those days had been the past month.
Thanks to my blasted title I was in charge of all the aforementioned duties, but also had to deal with it while during finals. With Prom approaching. While trying to make a band. Oh and deal with a rather loving boyfriend.
I sighed every time I remembered Alfred was officially my boyfriend. These days, however, I had become much too busy to spend the same amount of time we used to spend together between this month had landed upon us. I blame it on me, and not just because of my overwhelming schedule. No, before this I had taken the relationship at a snail's pace. It took me almost two months to let Alfred know where I lived, preferring to take the bus home than have him drop me off after band practice. Once he had visited my house he stopped by every weekend, waiting until my parents left, and cuddling with me on the couch as we entertained ourselves with movies or video games. After a time he would just make-out with me until I was loopy in the head. Damn prat.
Amazingly, Alfred had shown great support and restraint during this time. He never seemed terribly upset we couldn't be together as much anymore, even on the weekends as I was studying, and he laughed off all of my apologizes. That ridiculously endearing smile would grace his lips as he said, "This will all pass eventually. Just know I'm going to collect big time on you."
I would then proceed to scold him for his grammar and he would end up kissing me on the nose, though never in public. No, as far as we had come in our relationship I had made Alfred agree that our status change would never change on any social network, especially that around the school. I had that reputation and if people knew, they might laugh me off as a pansy or a faggot rather than follow my rules. I refused to let my authority be taken from me all because I was dating someone of the same gender as me. What a ridiculous reason to lose such power.
However, I didn't mind not having so much power at the moment. I sighed as I leaned my head against the inner door of my locker. If only I could have a moment to myself I would be able to collect my thoughts. As it was I had just been handed five new permission slips for Prom from the Prom planning committee, given two new projects to finish for my final, and told what to expect from my science final. That would probably allot me with one hour to talk with Alfred on the phone late in the night, possibly as I finished one of my projects. It didn't help that my dreams were filled with Alfred's smile, laugh, and hands touching me in places no one else had. I shivered as I turned my attention to other thoughts.
I then realized I hadn't seen or heard from Alfred all day. I worried that he was "sick" again, but Matthew had given me a reassuring smile this morning as we passed in the hall. If he didn't meet my eye, I knew that Alfred and his father had another rough night. It was our silent way of communicating to one another without letting Alfred know I was in the loop with his family's problems.
I always felt a slight tingle of guilt in my mind when I thought of how I never told Alfred how much I knew. But then there was the tremendous pain that coupled with it when I realized he still hadn't told me. Everything I knew was from his brother. Did he still not trust me?
A loud bang next to me jerked me out of my thoughts. Someone nearby had slammed their locker closed as they rushed to their class. I hadn't heard the bell ring, but figured it must be almost time for class. Quickly, I gathered my materials and closed my locker. Standing beside me was Alfred, propped against the lockers with an elbow pushed against it and his hand supporting his chin. A long, lazy smile was across his face.
"Hey there Grammar Nazi."
I blushed, still detesting that nickname. "Why do you still call me that?"
"Because it suits you." He moved so his hand was now against the locker instead and leaned closer to me. "How are you?"
I sighed, unable to find the urge to give a white lie. "Terrible, but I should be fine after this week is over. And you? I'm sorry I was unable to call last night."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Oh, so I've finally come up with a name we can all agree on." I rolled my eyes knowing I'd hate the name already. Alfred was terrible when it came to names, more so than I was with cooking. "How about 'The Dirty Scones'?"
I sputtered in shock. "What in the world ever possessed you to think up such a horrendous name? That sounds better suited for some punk rock band."
"Okay, okay. Don't worry, I have more!" Alfred pulled out a small piece of paper. I sighed, putting my books back into my locker, knowing I'd be here a little longer than I had planned. "How about these ones? The Whispers, Key and Wind, Small World, or-"
"Small World?" I asked, an eyebrow raised. "Where did that come from?"
"Well! I mean, you're from England and I'm American, so it's a Small World we got together, you know?" Alfred tried to give me that boyish grin that always worked on the ladies, and most of the time on me, but I wasn't charmed today.
But as the two of us began to bicker about the name, I couldn't help but notice just how attractive Alfred was truly becoming. Last year, he reminded me of a puppy. He was far too big for his body and stumbled around like a puppy, far too tiny for its paws. I believe it was because of his letterman's jacket that he always wore, even on the off season. Even outside of school, he would wear a bomber jacket that was the same color, and looked far too big for him. It's the most endearing outfit I think I've ever found myself wondering about when I daydreamed about Alfred.
My dreams reflected my changing feelings for the boy. When we had first kissed all those months ago I had only seen Alfred as just an attractive lad with a bright smile and kind words. But as we grew closer, his words only intensified in gentleness and his physical appearance made my body react in odd ways. It seemed almost every night I would have vivid dreams of Alfred initiating a kiss, then a caress down my bare skin, and a grope on my hard crotch. And every morning it seemed I woke up with messy sheets that embarrassed me. Not something good so early in the morning.
As time went on, these dreams became more vivid and real the more I found myself desiring him. I could tell Alfred was having troubles too. Our movie nights together eventually became excuses for him to come over and feel my body under his. He was slowly becoming bolder and his hands were getting closer to my pants.
He knew how I felt too as I always reacted, never pushing away. It was always because a scary monster appeared on the screen, we got too into it and fell off of the couch, or my parents were coming into the room. The latter seemed to be the most recurring problem. After a time, Alfred decided he would only visit if my parents were gone, but even those nights ended in disaster one way or the other. The worst was when poor Alfred literally tumbled off of the couch, onto the floor, and popped his head up proclaiming he was looking for the remote and had finally discovered in under the couch. I merely laughed my mother with a bright red face that was much too suspicious.
Still, it made my heart swell to know Alfred was still by my side despite our lack of affection to one another in the past few weeks. He had made no daring or brash moves for me or forced anything on me. Our nightly phone calls and minimal times together in the hallway or after school made it all worthwhile to him. And to me.
"Ok!" Alfred held up his hands, the bell ringing faintly in the background. "How about we just figure something out today after school?"
"Sounds good to me." I adjusted my tie, knowing I had gotten a little too riled up from our argument. I hated to back down to anything, but I had to remind myself that this was just a name for the band. "Our usual time today?"
"Yeah. We'll practice, talk, kiss, and all that jazz." Suddenly, Alfred gasped and his eyes lit up. "That's it! Artie, I know what we'll name our band!"
I grumbled again at the nickname. I wasn't terribly fond of that one either, but it was better than the other name. "And what's that?"
"And All That Jazz!" Alfred held his arms out as if expecting me to rush into his arms, praising him for his genius at finding a suitable name. However I stood there, unimpressed. "Why don't you like this name?"
"Bands that name themselves after set phrase words are doomed for failure. I'd prefer we not name ourselves after that."
Here comes the Alfred whining and puppy dog eyes, I thought. Sure enough, they came. "Aw, come on. It's a really good name."
"It is it not." I turned away, trying to not think of how cute the boy was. He was impossible some days. Most days. Every day.
"You like it and you know it." Alfred was now smiling as he put his arm on the wall to brace his body. He leaned over me, enjoying how I flustered to look away.
"N-no I do not," I stuttered. Why was it I was older and yet Alfred had such a way over me? I was supposed to be the one more in control of his emotions, not Alfred over mine.
"No, I know you like it." Alfred's smile grew impossibly cockier. "Why do you always hide things from me?"
My heart clenched upon hearing those words. How dare he say such a thing to me when he was never fully honest to me despite the fact we had been dating close to six months now? I looked down, mumbling meaningless threats and feeling him move closer to me. I knew we were alone by now, probably late to class, but I still felt uneasy being in public.
"C'mon Arthur…," Alfred whispered. I could tell he was still smiling just from the tone of his voice. Damn prat.
I looked up as he closed his eyes, taking me in with his lips. I gave in, kissing him back, but nothing more than a chaste kiss. Still, it earned me that heart-warming smile and low chuckle I loved. My face must have looked like a tomato as I pulled back, licking my lips before averting my eyes. That only earned me another deep chuckle and a tight hug. I sighed into the hug, closing my eyes and enjoying the boy all around me. But it was as short as our kiss and he was soon gone, promising a time together after school.
I turned to go to class, failing to notice that I was late. And going the wrong way.
"Okay, so band practice for 'And All That Jazz' has begun!" Alfred shouted enthusiastically, his fist in the air. He acted as if there was more than just me and Matthew in the room.
I rolled my eyes, taking my position at the piano. "Alfred, I told you we are not naming the band that."
"Shush!" Alfred turned with his saxophone in hand. "Today we have a special practice! Okay, so you know how we've been trying for months to get Arthur to sing, right?"
I blushed, looking down at my hands. I'm not quite sure what possessed Alfred to think that I could sing, but he had begged me and I had constantly refused the offer. Even Matthew was put up to asking me. Still, I denied it.
"Well I think I've found someone who can help!" Alfred waved his hand towards the music room door.
"Bonjour."
I stood up quickly, my eyes aflame. "Get out."
"Ah, but wait mon ami, Alfred has asked me special to be your singer for your lovely little band," Francis started. Some days, it was a tie between whom could upset me more, Alfred or Francis. Alfred's antics usually ended in him hugging and kissing me while Francis' were him laughing and running from me as I chased him down the hall.
I turned to Alfred with accusing eyes. "Alfred, you did this without consulting me or Matthew?"
"Matt's cool with whatever I choose," Alfred replied with a wave of his hand. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right on that account. "And besides, you weren't budging on anything I picked. I know, this band is our thing and all and you were fine with Matt joining, but a band needs a singer. Especially if we're to perform at Prom."
"WHAT?" I flung my hands in the air. "Alfred, when were you going to tell me this?"
"But I did tell you," Alfred said. "I gave my permission slip to the Prom committee who then passed it on to you. It was in your pile today."
I sighed, aggravated. So that was the one of the five slips. I had all but forgotten about Prom, rather looking forward to a calming jazz band practice. "Alfred, you know how much I've been working with that blasted dance. I would rather-"
"Exactly! That's why I wanted to perform at it! You've done so much and I thought it would be cool if you could actually be a part of it for once." Alfred bounded over to me, taking my hands in his. I blushed profusely at his actions, especially since Francis didn't know of our relationship. "Come on, Artie… Please. This would be a great chance to show this school what for right before you leave."
I gulped, forcing my brain to not go down that road of graduation and focused on trying to refute Alfred, but those bloody eyes. I looked away, and Alfred jumped for joy.
"B-but I don't think the name's any good," I mumbled, trying to still win at least something.
Alfred hugged me around the shoulder, facing the others. "Yeah, yeah. All right guys! So we have Prom coming up by the end of this month and we already have the first piece ready, but now that we have a singer-"
"And a drummer." Everyone looked to Francis. He held up a finger with a smug grin. "I hope you don't mind but I thought of inviting my friend, Felix, with me as well. He is a rather good drummer."
"Absolutely not," I said flatly.
But at the same time I heard Alfred say, "Sure, why not?"
Both of us looked to each other, before I stormed up to Alfred, my finger already pointing at him angrily. After a short tussle with the taller boy, he pushed me out into the hallway. I paced in front of him while he watched me silently. At length, I took a deep breath and turned to him with a sigh.
"Alfred… We have no need of a drummer."
"Actually, we do! This is perfect, Arthur." He came closer to me, but I would not be deterred. I held my ground. "If he can do a light beat in the background, it'll totally add to the mood. And if we're not going for smooth jazz then it'd be easy to switch it up to that of like New Orleans style or something. You know, upbeat stuff!"
I stared at Alfred as he spoke and remained calm. It hurt that Alfred was just letting more and more people into our band without my consideration when it was what brought us together. I was fine with his brother, but I wasn't keen on Felix and I certainly was against Francis. The band was looking less and less like our band.
"Alfred… How important is this band to you?" I asked slowly.
"Very!" he exclaimed with no hesitation. He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled, looking right into my eyes. "I mean, if it weren't for my brilliant idea to start it up, we'd never have gotten together, would we?"
I blushed. "I d-doubt that… We would have probably found some way."
Alfred chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "But would we be as close as we are today? Not one bit!"
I sighed, refusing to admit he was right. As I was preparing for some witty retort, Francis stuck his head out of the music room. "I hate to interrupt your love spat, but I don't have much time today. Will we start practicing today?"
Alfred put his hand over my mouth as I started to throw insults his way. How dare he barge in to our band then demand that we hurry. But I knew now there was no way I could convince Alfred any other way. Yes, it was important to him, but I was worried for what reasons. They didn't seem to be the same as mine, despite what he said.
It wasn't unusual that Alfred invited himself over after practice, but after today's I wasn't in the mood to see his smiling face. That's why I made him deal with my silence as I sat on the couch, my arms crossed, and a scowl set firmly on my face. The practice had started and ended horribly. While Francis had quite a lovely voice, he was still pompous and rude. Felix, however, was shy at first; something I was terribly grateful for. Once he had gotten an understanding of the group, though, he became demanding. I was reminded of a diva of sorts. And he was only the drummer.
Alfred didn't make the situation any better as he ignored any complaints I had in favor for anything Felix and Francis suggested. After a time, I remained silent and seethed.
"Arthur, are you still mad at me?" Alfred asked. He was sitting next to me, a soda in one hand and some crisps in the other. He looked at me when I didn't reply. "Aw, come on!"
"I will not 'come on'!" I grumbled.
Alfred poked my face as his whiny voice appeared. "But Arthur! I've done nothing wrong."
"Nothing?" I turned to him, my resolve waning. "Nothing wrong? What happened to our band and our practice? Does that mean nothing to you?"
"O-of course not!" Alfred was taken aback by my sudden anger, although to be honest, it wasn't sudden. He was just ignorant. "This band means so much to me! It's always been ours and always will be!"
"Then why are you letting so many in?" I asked. As soon as the words slipped past my lips I realized I sounded like a jealous child, immaturely so riled up by someone else invading their territory.
Alfred, as ignorant as he was, saw right through me. He smiled warmly and put his drink and crisps on the coffee table. Slowly, he took me in his arms, but I put up a protest to this. I was not about to be won over by his affection. Alfred said nothing as he pulled me closer and began kissing my cheek.
"I had no idea you were so jealous…," he whispered. He smiled as I huffed and blushed, both from his actions and my own humiliation at my actions. "Oh Arthur, if it meant that much to you then I'll just kick them all out and it can just be us."
I sighed, knowing that those were the words I had wanted to hear, but also knowing that such a move would make a bigger mess than I was ready to deal with. "No, Alfred… We'll let them stay. I daresay they are rather gifted. However, I refuse to have them dictate our actions."
Alfred smiled brightly, kissing me on the nose. "You're the best boyfriend!"
I sighed, looking away and mumbled, "Idiot…"
"So, I heard that you never went to Prom last year," Alfred started. I looked at him suspiciously.
"If this is your way of asking me to Prom, it's quite horrendous." Alfred looked shocked. A slight twinge of guilt went through me at seeing his dejected look, but if I were to be asked out to my first Prom, I'd prefer it be done properly.
"Actually, no, it wasn't my way of asking you to Prom."
"Oh." And again, I felt foolish beyond words. I looked down at my lap, probably with a red face. Alfred must think I was rude far more often that I truly meant to be.
But then Alfred kissed my cheek again. I looked at him, my expression softening at his eyes on mine. He kissed me on the lips and I responded. Knowing that my parents weren't home, he deepened the kiss, his fingers clenching the back of my shirt. I made a soft noise, running my hands down along his backside. My favorite area was the dip between his shoulder blades.
Slowly, I felt my body being lowered onto the couch. My heart sped up as Alfred moved to lie atop me. I knew what he was after and normally, I would look for some excuse to stop him. But today, I found that I wasn't. My body reacted on its own, arching up into his touches, shivering as his hips rubbed mine, and aching for more. I moaned lightly, breaking the kiss.
With a sigh, I whispered Alfred's name. That seemed to awaken a beast in him. He devoured my mouth and his hands were all over me. Automatically I felt my legs spread open, allowing him to meld perfectly against my body. I moaned again, earning an equally passionate reply from Alfred. Was this really about to happen?
I could feel Alfred's tension towards all of our past futile attempts build up as he worked faster. He moved to take my shirt off and unbutton my pants with one hand, the other keeping a tight hold on my waist. While my body showed that it was ready, Alfred knew that at any moment my brain could catch up with me and I could put a stop to his actions. Either that or my parents.
But this time it wasn't because of my parents that we were forced to stop. As Alfred's hands had wriggled their way under my shirt and caressed my bare skin, his pants began to vibrate. At first, I thought I had somehow caused this, but when Alfred pulled away with a displeased expression I knew it wasn't from me.
"Who is it?" I asked breathlessly.
Alfred pulled out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned. "It's Matt…"
He looked back to me, biting his lower lip. My hand was still gripping his shirt and I must have looked sexier than I felt for Alfred tossed the phone aside and leaned back over me to continue the kiss. Sadly, my mind had caught up with me. If Matthew was calling, it had to have been something important. What if he needed Alfred for some reason concerning his father or mother?
I put a hand on Alfred's chest, stopping him before he got to me. "Alfred… You should answer that."
"Dun wanna…," he mumbled close to my lips.
I frowned. "Alfred, proper English, please."
With an unpleasant huff, Alfred got up and reached for his phone. He answered sharply and I winced. I had gone and ruined the moment once again. Quite honestly, though, I couldn't help it. If I am to make love with Alfred I preferred it be in a bed. That and I was still unsure of his true affections for me. I was certain he was attracted to me and cared for me, but was it enough to be in love? We had only been dating for a short while, but he did say he had liked me for a few years before I took notice of his existence for more than just an annoying teen.
As for me, well even I was a little unsteady in my feelings. I knew that it bordered a strong attraction to both his physical and emotional self, but I couldn't commit to anything further unless I knew for sure it was love. That was how I had been raised; to not share your heart until it was with the one you loved. Anything else and you were a slut and a whore.
Suddenly, Alfred slapped his cell phone shut and I came out of my thoughts. He turned to me, an aggravated look to his eyes. "Sorry, I have to get home."
"Oh." I sat up, toying with the ends of my shirt. "Is something wrong?"
For a moment I hoped Alfred was going to tell me what I already knew; trusting me and proving his love. But there was a sigh, a run through his hair, and then a smile back on his face. He had put that mask back on. My shoulders dropped in disappointment.
"No, it's fine. Nothing major. My old man just needs some help or something." Alfred smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "But I'll call you tonight."
I watched as Alfred started to leave, remembering his soda and crisps. I said nothing for I was far too frustrated with his lack of trust towards me. He stopped to look at me, contemplating something, and then came close.
"I totally had an awesome way of asking you to Prom, but I can't do it now." My breath caught in my throat. "So this will have to do. Arthur Kirkland, will you accompany me to Prom and be my date for the evening?"
I felt numb. I think a giddy and girly smile spread across my face for Alfred's own grin increased as he watched me. I nodded slowly, but then looked away. He might have been hopeless, but I was far worse to fall for a boy like him. He hugged me tightly, kissing me on the ear and then saying a farewell. Again, he left me speechless.
Damnit, I thought. I'm going to have to do something someday to take his breath away too!
And that's when I got the idea to write my first ever song.
Hoshiko2's cents: The first scene with Al and Arthur kissing was based on this picture.
There ya go, Kanta. I hope this was enough UST for you. There will be more to come dear, I promise.
Also, a note as to why I picked France and Poland to join the band. While researching on jazz, I found that while England revived it recently, France and Poland have taken it up as well. I thought it would be a great addition to the team.
Thanks to everyone who suggested names and even gave links to songs. Super huge shout-out to mizu_from_kumo for her suggestions on the names Alfred listed and to LovelyHikari (ff.net) for her giving me the idea to just name the band based on the title. I honestly hadn't thought of that because I thought, "Well, that'd be a cop-out." I actually have an idea about the name of the band in a few upcoming chapters. Heh heh.
I hope you enjoyed this update. The fifth chapter will be up by the end of this week, shortly before Christmas, so I hope you're all able to read it when it comes. Thanks for all the reviews like always! :3
Pairings: Alfred (US)/ Arthur (UK)
Characters: America, England, with a special appearance of Canada, France, and Poland
Rating: T for language. (Will go up higher)
Warnings: America has a bit of a sailor's mouth, UST
Summary: Alfred is approached by the Student Body President, Arthur, for help on his math exam. They hate each other, but maybe opposite can attract with the help of something unexpected.
This chapter: Arthur's in over is head and Alfred isn't helping the situation.
A/N: SORRY I LIED THERE IS NO HIGHER RATING THIS CHAPTER! Since I expanded on the entire piece that meant I had to expand all the chapters after the third chapter as well. Sorry if no one likes this.
Being Student Body President had its perks. I got to startle the freshmen who thought they were humorous when they tried to set off the fire alarm, approve ideas students had in mind to improve our school, and just feel all around important to the entity of the school. But then there
were days I wish I had never taken such a job. Those days had been the past month.
Thanks to my blasted title I was in charge of all the aforementioned duties, but also had to deal with it while during finals. With Prom approaching. While trying to make a band. Oh and deal with a rather loving boyfriend.
I sighed every time I remembered Alfred was officially my boyfriend. These days, however, I had become much too busy to spend the same amount of time we used to spend together between this month had landed upon us. I blame it on me, and not just because of my overwhelming schedule. No, before this I had taken the relationship at a snail's pace. It took me almost two months to let Alfred know where I lived, preferring to take the bus home than have him drop me off after band practice. Once he had visited my house he stopped by every weekend, waiting until my parents left, and cuddling with me on the couch as we entertained ourselves with movies or video games. After a time he would just make-out with me until I was loopy in the head. Damn prat.
Amazingly, Alfred had shown great support and restraint during this time. He never seemed terribly upset we couldn't be together as much anymore, even on the weekends as I was studying, and he laughed off all of my apologizes. That ridiculously endearing smile would grace his lips as he said, "This will all pass eventually. Just know I'm going to collect big time on you."
I would then proceed to scold him for his grammar and he would end up kissing me on the nose, though never in public. No, as far as we had come in our relationship I had made Alfred agree that our status change would never change on any social network, especially that around the school. I had that reputation and if people knew, they might laugh me off as a pansy or a faggot rather than follow my rules. I refused to let my authority be taken from me all because I was dating someone of the same gender as me. What a ridiculous reason to lose such power.
However, I didn't mind not having so much power at the moment. I sighed as I leaned my head against the inner door of my locker. If only I could have a moment to myself I would be able to collect my thoughts. As it was I had just been handed five new permission slips for Prom from the Prom planning committee, given two new projects to finish for my final, and told what to expect from my science final. That would probably allot me with one hour to talk with Alfred on the phone late in the night, possibly as I finished one of my projects. It didn't help that my dreams were filled with Alfred's smile, laugh, and hands touching me in places no one else had. I shivered as I turned my attention to other thoughts.
I then realized I hadn't seen or heard from Alfred all day. I worried that he was "sick" again, but Matthew had given me a reassuring smile this morning as we passed in the hall. If he didn't meet my eye, I knew that Alfred and his father had another rough night. It was our silent way of communicating to one another without letting Alfred know I was in the loop with his family's problems.
I always felt a slight tingle of guilt in my mind when I thought of how I never told Alfred how much I knew. But then there was the tremendous pain that coupled with it when I realized he still hadn't told me. Everything I knew was from his brother. Did he still not trust me?
A loud bang next to me jerked me out of my thoughts. Someone nearby had slammed their locker closed as they rushed to their class. I hadn't heard the bell ring, but figured it must be almost time for class. Quickly, I gathered my materials and closed my locker. Standing beside me was Alfred, propped against the lockers with an elbow pushed against it and his hand supporting his chin. A long, lazy smile was across his face.
"Hey there Grammar Nazi."
I blushed, still detesting that nickname. "Why do you still call me that?"
"Because it suits you." He moved so his hand was now against the locker instead and leaned closer to me. "How are you?"
I sighed, unable to find the urge to give a white lie. "Terrible, but I should be fine after this week is over. And you? I'm sorry I was unable to call last night."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Oh, so I've finally come up with a name we can all agree on." I rolled my eyes knowing I'd hate the name already. Alfred was terrible when it came to names, more so than I was with cooking. "How about 'The Dirty Scones'?"
I sputtered in shock. "What in the world ever possessed you to think up such a horrendous name? That sounds better suited for some punk rock band."
"Okay, okay. Don't worry, I have more!" Alfred pulled out a small piece of paper. I sighed, putting my books back into my locker, knowing I'd be here a little longer than I had planned. "How about these ones? The Whispers, Key and Wind, Small World, or-"
"Small World?" I asked, an eyebrow raised. "Where did that come from?"
"Well! I mean, you're from England and I'm American, so it's a Small World we got together, you know?" Alfred tried to give me that boyish grin that always worked on the ladies, and most of the time on me, but I wasn't charmed today.
But as the two of us began to bicker about the name, I couldn't help but notice just how attractive Alfred was truly becoming. Last year, he reminded me of a puppy. He was far too big for his body and stumbled around like a puppy, far too tiny for its paws. I believe it was because of his letterman's jacket that he always wore, even on the off season. Even outside of school, he would wear a bomber jacket that was the same color, and looked far too big for him. It's the most endearing outfit I think I've ever found myself wondering about when I daydreamed about Alfred.
My dreams reflected my changing feelings for the boy. When we had first kissed all those months ago I had only seen Alfred as just an attractive lad with a bright smile and kind words. But as we grew closer, his words only intensified in gentleness and his physical appearance made my body react in odd ways. It seemed almost every night I would have vivid dreams of Alfred initiating a kiss, then a caress down my bare skin, and a grope on my hard crotch. And every morning it seemed I woke up with messy sheets that embarrassed me. Not something good so early in the morning.
As time went on, these dreams became more vivid and real the more I found myself desiring him. I could tell Alfred was having troubles too. Our movie nights together eventually became excuses for him to come over and feel my body under his. He was slowly becoming bolder and his hands were getting closer to my pants.
He knew how I felt too as I always reacted, never pushing away. It was always because a scary monster appeared on the screen, we got too into it and fell off of the couch, or my parents were coming into the room. The latter seemed to be the most recurring problem. After a time, Alfred decided he would only visit if my parents were gone, but even those nights ended in disaster one way or the other. The worst was when poor Alfred literally tumbled off of the couch, onto the floor, and popped his head up proclaiming he was looking for the remote and had finally discovered in under the couch. I merely laughed my mother with a bright red face that was much too suspicious.
Still, it made my heart swell to know Alfred was still by my side despite our lack of affection to one another in the past few weeks. He had made no daring or brash moves for me or forced anything on me. Our nightly phone calls and minimal times together in the hallway or after school made it all worthwhile to him. And to me.
"Ok!" Alfred held up his hands, the bell ringing faintly in the background. "How about we just figure something out today after school?"
"Sounds good to me." I adjusted my tie, knowing I had gotten a little too riled up from our argument. I hated to back down to anything, but I had to remind myself that this was just a name for the band. "Our usual time today?"
"Yeah. We'll practice, talk, kiss, and all that jazz." Suddenly, Alfred gasped and his eyes lit up. "That's it! Artie, I know what we'll name our band!"
I grumbled again at the nickname. I wasn't terribly fond of that one either, but it was better than the other name. "And what's that?"
"And All That Jazz!" Alfred held his arms out as if expecting me to rush into his arms, praising him for his genius at finding a suitable name. However I stood there, unimpressed. "Why don't you like this name?"
"Bands that name themselves after set phrase words are doomed for failure. I'd prefer we not name ourselves after that."
Here comes the Alfred whining and puppy dog eyes, I thought. Sure enough, they came. "Aw, come on. It's a really good name."
"It is it not." I turned away, trying to not think of how cute the boy was. He was impossible some days. Most days. Every day.
"You like it and you know it." Alfred was now smiling as he put his arm on the wall to brace his body. He leaned over me, enjoying how I flustered to look away.
"N-no I do not," I stuttered. Why was it I was older and yet Alfred had such a way over me? I was supposed to be the one more in control of his emotions, not Alfred over mine.
"No, I know you like it." Alfred's smile grew impossibly cockier. "Why do you always hide things from me?"
My heart clenched upon hearing those words. How dare he say such a thing to me when he was never fully honest to me despite the fact we had been dating close to six months now? I looked down, mumbling meaningless threats and feeling him move closer to me. I knew we were alone by now, probably late to class, but I still felt uneasy being in public.
"C'mon Arthur…," Alfred whispered. I could tell he was still smiling just from the tone of his voice. Damn prat.
I looked up as he closed his eyes, taking me in with his lips. I gave in, kissing him back, but nothing more than a chaste kiss. Still, it earned me that heart-warming smile and low chuckle I loved. My face must have looked like a tomato as I pulled back, licking my lips before averting my eyes. That only earned me another deep chuckle and a tight hug. I sighed into the hug, closing my eyes and enjoying the boy all around me. But it was as short as our kiss and he was soon gone, promising a time together after school.
I turned to go to class, failing to notice that I was late. And going the wrong way.
"Okay, so band practice for 'And All That Jazz' has begun!" Alfred shouted enthusiastically, his fist in the air. He acted as if there was more than just me and Matthew in the room.
I rolled my eyes, taking my position at the piano. "Alfred, I told you we are not naming the band that."
"Shush!" Alfred turned with his saxophone in hand. "Today we have a special practice! Okay, so you know how we've been trying for months to get Arthur to sing, right?"
I blushed, looking down at my hands. I'm not quite sure what possessed Alfred to think that I could sing, but he had begged me and I had constantly refused the offer. Even Matthew was put up to asking me. Still, I denied it.
"Well I think I've found someone who can help!" Alfred waved his hand towards the music room door.
"Bonjour."
I stood up quickly, my eyes aflame. "Get out."
"Ah, but wait mon ami, Alfred has asked me special to be your singer for your lovely little band," Francis started. Some days, it was a tie between whom could upset me more, Alfred or Francis. Alfred's antics usually ended in him hugging and kissing me while Francis' were him laughing and running from me as I chased him down the hall.
I turned to Alfred with accusing eyes. "Alfred, you did this without consulting me or Matthew?"
"Matt's cool with whatever I choose," Alfred replied with a wave of his hand. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right on that account. "And besides, you weren't budging on anything I picked. I know, this band is our thing and all and you were fine with Matt joining, but a band needs a singer. Especially if we're to perform at Prom."
"WHAT?" I flung my hands in the air. "Alfred, when were you going to tell me this?"
"But I did tell you," Alfred said. "I gave my permission slip to the Prom committee who then passed it on to you. It was in your pile today."
I sighed, aggravated. So that was the one of the five slips. I had all but forgotten about Prom, rather looking forward to a calming jazz band practice. "Alfred, you know how much I've been working with that blasted dance. I would rather-"
"Exactly! That's why I wanted to perform at it! You've done so much and I thought it would be cool if you could actually be a part of it for once." Alfred bounded over to me, taking my hands in his. I blushed profusely at his actions, especially since Francis didn't know of our relationship. "Come on, Artie… Please. This would be a great chance to show this school what for right before you leave."
I gulped, forcing my brain to not go down that road of graduation and focused on trying to refute Alfred, but those bloody eyes. I looked away, and Alfred jumped for joy.
"B-but I don't think the name's any good," I mumbled, trying to still win at least something.
Alfred hugged me around the shoulder, facing the others. "Yeah, yeah. All right guys! So we have Prom coming up by the end of this month and we already have the first piece ready, but now that we have a singer-"
"And a drummer." Everyone looked to Francis. He held up a finger with a smug grin. "I hope you don't mind but I thought of inviting my friend, Felix, with me as well. He is a rather good drummer."
"Absolutely not," I said flatly.
But at the same time I heard Alfred say, "Sure, why not?"
Both of us looked to each other, before I stormed up to Alfred, my finger already pointing at him angrily. After a short tussle with the taller boy, he pushed me out into the hallway. I paced in front of him while he watched me silently. At length, I took a deep breath and turned to him with a sigh.
"Alfred… We have no need of a drummer."
"Actually, we do! This is perfect, Arthur." He came closer to me, but I would not be deterred. I held my ground. "If he can do a light beat in the background, it'll totally add to the mood. And if we're not going for smooth jazz then it'd be easy to switch it up to that of like New Orleans style or something. You know, upbeat stuff!"
I stared at Alfred as he spoke and remained calm. It hurt that Alfred was just letting more and more people into our band without my consideration when it was what brought us together. I was fine with his brother, but I wasn't keen on Felix and I certainly was against Francis. The band was looking less and less like our band.
"Alfred… How important is this band to you?" I asked slowly.
"Very!" he exclaimed with no hesitation. He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled, looking right into my eyes. "I mean, if it weren't for my brilliant idea to start it up, we'd never have gotten together, would we?"
I blushed. "I d-doubt that… We would have probably found some way."
Alfred chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "But would we be as close as we are today? Not one bit!"
I sighed, refusing to admit he was right. As I was preparing for some witty retort, Francis stuck his head out of the music room. "I hate to interrupt your love spat, but I don't have much time today. Will we start practicing today?"
Alfred put his hand over my mouth as I started to throw insults his way. How dare he barge in to our band then demand that we hurry. But I knew now there was no way I could convince Alfred any other way. Yes, it was important to him, but I was worried for what reasons. They didn't seem to be the same as mine, despite what he said.
It wasn't unusual that Alfred invited himself over after practice, but after today's I wasn't in the mood to see his smiling face. That's why I made him deal with my silence as I sat on the couch, my arms crossed, and a scowl set firmly on my face. The practice had started and ended horribly. While Francis had quite a lovely voice, he was still pompous and rude. Felix, however, was shy at first; something I was terribly grateful for. Once he had gotten an understanding of the group, though, he became demanding. I was reminded of a diva of sorts. And he was only the drummer.
Alfred didn't make the situation any better as he ignored any complaints I had in favor for anything Felix and Francis suggested. After a time, I remained silent and seethed.
"Arthur, are you still mad at me?" Alfred asked. He was sitting next to me, a soda in one hand and some crisps in the other. He looked at me when I didn't reply. "Aw, come on!"
"I will not 'come on'!" I grumbled.
Alfred poked my face as his whiny voice appeared. "But Arthur! I've done nothing wrong."
"Nothing?" I turned to him, my resolve waning. "Nothing wrong? What happened to our band and our practice? Does that mean nothing to you?"
"O-of course not!" Alfred was taken aback by my sudden anger, although to be honest, it wasn't sudden. He was just ignorant. "This band means so much to me! It's always been ours and always will be!"
"Then why are you letting so many in?" I asked. As soon as the words slipped past my lips I realized I sounded like a jealous child, immaturely so riled up by someone else invading their territory.
Alfred, as ignorant as he was, saw right through me. He smiled warmly and put his drink and crisps on the coffee table. Slowly, he took me in his arms, but I put up a protest to this. I was not about to be won over by his affection. Alfred said nothing as he pulled me closer and began kissing my cheek.
"I had no idea you were so jealous…," he whispered. He smiled as I huffed and blushed, both from his actions and my own humiliation at my actions. "Oh Arthur, if it meant that much to you then I'll just kick them all out and it can just be us."
I sighed, knowing that those were the words I had wanted to hear, but also knowing that such a move would make a bigger mess than I was ready to deal with. "No, Alfred… We'll let them stay. I daresay they are rather gifted. However, I refuse to have them dictate our actions."
Alfred smiled brightly, kissing me on the nose. "You're the best boyfriend!"
I sighed, looking away and mumbled, "Idiot…"
"So, I heard that you never went to Prom last year," Alfred started. I looked at him suspiciously.
"If this is your way of asking me to Prom, it's quite horrendous." Alfred looked shocked. A slight twinge of guilt went through me at seeing his dejected look, but if I were to be asked out to my first Prom, I'd prefer it be done properly.
"Actually, no, it wasn't my way of asking you to Prom."
"Oh." And again, I felt foolish beyond words. I looked down at my lap, probably with a red face. Alfred must think I was rude far more often that I truly meant to be.
But then Alfred kissed my cheek again. I looked at him, my expression softening at his eyes on mine. He kissed me on the lips and I responded. Knowing that my parents weren't home, he deepened the kiss, his fingers clenching the back of my shirt. I made a soft noise, running my hands down along his backside. My favorite area was the dip between his shoulder blades.
Slowly, I felt my body being lowered onto the couch. My heart sped up as Alfred moved to lie atop me. I knew what he was after and normally, I would look for some excuse to stop him. But today, I found that I wasn't. My body reacted on its own, arching up into his touches, shivering as his hips rubbed mine, and aching for more. I moaned lightly, breaking the kiss.
With a sigh, I whispered Alfred's name. That seemed to awaken a beast in him. He devoured my mouth and his hands were all over me. Automatically I felt my legs spread open, allowing him to meld perfectly against my body. I moaned again, earning an equally passionate reply from Alfred. Was this really about to happen?
I could feel Alfred's tension towards all of our past futile attempts build up as he worked faster. He moved to take my shirt off and unbutton my pants with one hand, the other keeping a tight hold on my waist. While my body showed that it was ready, Alfred knew that at any moment my brain could catch up with me and I could put a stop to his actions. Either that or my parents.
But this time it wasn't because of my parents that we were forced to stop. As Alfred's hands had wriggled their way under my shirt and caressed my bare skin, his pants began to vibrate. At first, I thought I had somehow caused this, but when Alfred pulled away with a displeased expression I knew it wasn't from me.
"Who is it?" I asked breathlessly.
Alfred pulled out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned. "It's Matt…"
He looked back to me, biting his lower lip. My hand was still gripping his shirt and I must have looked sexier than I felt for Alfred tossed the phone aside and leaned back over me to continue the kiss. Sadly, my mind had caught up with me. If Matthew was calling, it had to have been something important. What if he needed Alfred for some reason concerning his father or mother?
I put a hand on Alfred's chest, stopping him before he got to me. "Alfred… You should answer that."
"Dun wanna…," he mumbled close to my lips.
I frowned. "Alfred, proper English, please."
With an unpleasant huff, Alfred got up and reached for his phone. He answered sharply and I winced. I had gone and ruined the moment once again. Quite honestly, though, I couldn't help it. If I am to make love with Alfred I preferred it be in a bed. That and I was still unsure of his true affections for me. I was certain he was attracted to me and cared for me, but was it enough to be in love? We had only been dating for a short while, but he did say he had liked me for a few years before I took notice of his existence for more than just an annoying teen.
As for me, well even I was a little unsteady in my feelings. I knew that it bordered a strong attraction to both his physical and emotional self, but I couldn't commit to anything further unless I knew for sure it was love. That was how I had been raised; to not share your heart until it was with the one you loved. Anything else and you were a slut and a whore.
Suddenly, Alfred slapped his cell phone shut and I came out of my thoughts. He turned to me, an aggravated look to his eyes. "Sorry, I have to get home."
"Oh." I sat up, toying with the ends of my shirt. "Is something wrong?"
For a moment I hoped Alfred was going to tell me what I already knew; trusting me and proving his love. But there was a sigh, a run through his hair, and then a smile back on his face. He had put that mask back on. My shoulders dropped in disappointment.
"No, it's fine. Nothing major. My old man just needs some help or something." Alfred smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "But I'll call you tonight."
I watched as Alfred started to leave, remembering his soda and crisps. I said nothing for I was far too frustrated with his lack of trust towards me. He stopped to look at me, contemplating something, and then came close.
"I totally had an awesome way of asking you to Prom, but I can't do it now." My breath caught in my throat. "So this will have to do. Arthur Kirkland, will you accompany me to Prom and be my date for the evening?"
I felt numb. I think a giddy and girly smile spread across my face for Alfred's own grin increased as he watched me. I nodded slowly, but then looked away. He might have been hopeless, but I was far worse to fall for a boy like him. He hugged me tightly, kissing me on the ear and then saying a farewell. Again, he left me speechless.
Damnit, I thought. I'm going to have to do something someday to take his breath away too!
And that's when I got the idea to write my first ever song.
Hoshiko2's cents: The first scene with Al and Arthur kissing was based on this picture.
There ya go, Kanta. I hope this was enough UST for you. There will be more to come dear, I promise.
Also, a note as to why I picked France and Poland to join the band. While researching on jazz, I found that while England revived it recently, France and Poland have taken it up as well. I thought it would be a great addition to the team.
Thanks to everyone who suggested names and even gave links to songs. Super huge shout-out to mizu_from_kumo for her suggestions on the names Alfred listed and to LovelyHikari (ff.net) for her giving me the idea to just name the band based on the title. I honestly hadn't thought of that because I thought, "Well, that'd be a cop-out." I actually have an idea about the name of the band in a few upcoming chapters. Heh heh.
I hope you enjoyed this update. The fifth chapter will be up by the end of this week, shortly before Christmas, so I hope you're all able to read it when it comes. Thanks for all the reviews like always! :3