I sat at my table, eating the scones I made. God, Alfred was ten minutes late! I told to be early, if not on time! Ten minutes late? He must've had a agirl over last night. I scoffed, flipping through the pages of my history book when the door bell rang.
"DUDE! ARTIE I'M HERE!" I heard the obnoxious American cry outside. I snarled at the nickname. I hate that nickname...no no no...I despise it. Walking over to the door, I opened it and saw America standing there.
"It's about time you got here. You're late you know." I said impaitentally. Alfred waved a hand at me lazily.
"Yeah yeah, point is I'm here." And he stepped into my home. I huffed at his cocky attitude, crossing his arms. "So, we gonna study or what?" Alfred asked, glancing at me. I starred at him for a moment, still abit angry that he was late.
Starring at Arthur, I realized he looked like a complete and utter uke. Smiling a bit, I sighed, knowing he was upset.
"Sorry about being late Artie. I lost track of time getting ready." I said. Arthur didn't look pleased, but he shrugged it off, walking past me.
"You sound like my mum. Now come on, let's go in my room. Did you remeber to bring your books with you?" I froze at his words. Laughing, I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Sorry bro. I ran out the door so fast!" I stated. Arthur groaned.
"Git..." Arthur mumbled to me, as we continued to walk up the stairs. "I suppose you can share my books with me. But next time remeber the books." Arthur said. I laughed again.
Jeez, how much can one wanker laugh?! It's so loud and obnoxious...
WAIT WAIT WAIT! No no no! I shouldn't be thinking like that! Me, having feelings for that nasty, self-centered boy!? Absolutly not!!
Making it up into the bedroom, we sat down at my desk.
"Alright, now, we've got a history test on the American Revolution is coming up." I said, pulling my textbook out from my backpack and setting it on the table. "It 's suppose to be on the first three sections and their vocab. I had written down what would be on the test on another sheet of paper, if you'd like to study off that." I said. Of course, ironically, the test was on something, I, a boy born and raised up to seven in Britian, was not intrested in. But I pushed that asside for academic reaosns.
"Yeah, sure dude." He replied. I skimmed over the paper.
"Alright." I stated. "When did the American Revolution end?" I asked. I didn't hear a reply. I figured he was thinking it over, so I asked again: "When did the American Revolution end?" I glanced up from my paper, and Alfred isn't sitting down. My eyes wonder around the room, and there's Alfred, looking through my underwear drawer!!!! I blushed as he pulled out a pair of boxers with Tinkerbell and Flying mint Bunny all over them.
"Awwwww, Artie~ I didn't know you were so sentimental!!!" He cried.
"SHUT UP YOU WANKER!!!!" I cried, taking the boxers and putting them neatly back in my drawer, closing it shut. "Why did you feel the need to look though my underwear drawer!?" I asked. "Did you think that the answers were in there?!" Alfred shrugged.
"I got sidetracked." He stated.
"By my underwear?" I asked.
"Nah. I was just browing. You're room's really organized. I can't even find my underwear."
"...So you don't..." I mumbled, blushing. He looked at me, then grinned.
"I do, ya pervert." He said, flicking my forehead. I pouted. "I just get so tied up with, well, when girls invite me to their house to study, I get bored, and we wind up....ya know...." he smirked. I blushed darker. I had no reply to that. Why would I have a reply for that? Yet I don't know what in my right mind possed me to ask:
"So like, does this mean you're gonna, try and get with me?" I asked, tilting my head. He starred at me. Immediatly, I thought he would laugh right in my face and call me 'gay' or a 'faggot', then leave, making me the laughing stalk in school Monday. But he grinned.
"Well, I'll have to admit you're pretty adorable." He said. I glanced down.
"Hearing that from a guy isn't really appealing." I pouted. He smiled.
"It's true. Look, you're even pouting. I wouldn't do anything with you, but you'd some like an intresting guy to experiment with." I glared at him.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?!" I cried defensivly. He chuckled.
"No offense dude, just being honest. Cmon, let's actually try and study." He said, sitting down. I nodded, walking to sit beside him. Looking at my paper again, I looked for the question.
"What year did the Revolution end?" I asked again.
Suprisingly, he gave the correct answer in a matter of two seocnds flat.