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Your thoughts then wandered off to Alfred's family again. What were they like?, you wondered. You knew he had a brother who went to your school. You knew he was in your class, but no one seemed to care. It was as if he was invisible, but he wasn't invisible to you. You wanted to talk to him and get to know him, but you were afraid. You were afraid of talking to any boy in general! But along with the fact that you were afraid, you didn't know his name, though he was in your class, and it embarrassed you that you didn't.

You imagined Alfred's mom would be nice and sweet, like any other mom. But she wouldn't know about how Alfred bullied you. She would be one of those moms who are totally oblivious to what her child does inside and outside school. But you imagined his dad would be the complete opposite. He would be a strict man who worked day and night. He wouldn't know about Alfred's bullying either, but he would be involved with everything else.

Your eye twitched a little at what your brain had come up with, and you let out a sigh. You hadn't noticed, but you two had already arrived at Alfred's home. Once standing for minutes doing nothing, you looked up to see a mansion. It looked like one of those manors that earls or dukes would have back in their appropriate time. This was so much more than you expected, and so much more...colorless than you imagined. It was more white than you had hoped, and it creeped you out a little.

"Hey! You just gon' stand there and gawk or what?!" You heard a familiar voice ring with annoyance. You looked forward and caught sight of the American's glare that pointed at you.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You called back and started walking towards a gate that was held open by Alfred.

You looked around the front garden as you walked to the front door. It was bigger than you expected, just as everything else was. There was a hedge maze that, as far as you could see, ran all the way towards the back of the manor. All types of flowers, but mostly roses, grew around and even in the hedges. Everything there reminded you of the Red Queen's garden from Alice in Wonderland, but you weren't complaining; you loved that book!

"Wow...," you breathed in awe. "Everything here is so beautiful."

"Tell that to my brother," Alfred replied as he rolled his eyes, and you gave a puzzled face but shrugged it off eventually. Alfred's brother didn't seem like the type of person who was into gardening, but looks can be deceiving. You never expected it, though everything you've encountered today was a little bit unexpected.

You two were soon inside the mansion's foyer, and much to your surprise, it looked eerily similar to the Phantomhive's manor's foyer from Black Butler. You scanned the room to take a closer look at it, and you found that it was the Phantomhive's manor's foyer. It was amazing; every single detail, it seemed like it, was exactly the same. It was as if someone created a replica to prove how much of a fan they were.

"Um, Alfred?" You piped up as you two were walking up one of the staircases.

He turned around to look at you with a raised brow. "What is it?"

"The foyer... It looked so much like....," You couldn't finish. What if he thought you were a nerd for liking Black Butler? What if he didn't even know what it was? You were afraid to finish your sentence in fear of hearing what he might think of you.

"So much like Ciel Phantomhive's foyer in his manor?" He asked, finishing your sentence for you.

You nodded. You didn't know he liked Black Butler. You didn't even know he liked anime and manga in general. And as if he read your mind, he said something that caught you by surprise. "I like anime and manga, if you didn't know. But I'm not much of a big fan of Black Butler. It's more my brother that loves it."

You nodded again, and he turned to keep walking. You followed quietly but smiled to yourself that you two shared something in common. What else do we share in common? You wondered as he led you down a hallway decorated so much like the Phantomhive mansion. It amazed you at how someone could get every single detail correct without a room for error. It was creepy, but you liked it; it was the kind of creepy you were in to. You made a mental note to look through the manga and anime to see if every detail really was exact, if you were ever to come back to Alfred's house.

After walking through different hallways that seemed like they went on forever, you two came to a stop in front of double doors. "Is this your room?" You asked timidly, a light dust of pink covering your cheeks.

"Yeah," Alfred replied and pushed open the door.

You looked around the room once you stepped in. Everything in the room -- the walls, the large bed, the dressers -- looked like it was from the 19th century. The only things out of place were the flat screen TV hung upon the wall in front of the bed and desktop computer in the corner farthest from the door. Other than that, the room was a complete mess; clothes covered the floor that you could barely even see it, food wrappers were sprawled around, and empty paper cups sat on the computer desk and night stands. You stood there in shock, and also afraid to step anywhere. So you stayed at the door, playing with your thumbs awkwardly.

"Hey! What are you standing there for?! Come over here!" Alfred commanded once he noticed you doing nothing but standing there. He motioned to come over to his bed, and...thoughts popped into your head that made your face heat up, but he didn't notice.

You did as you were told and you walked over to he was, careful of not stepping on anything that was on the floor. He sat at the edge of his bed, motioning to sit with him as he moved to the middle of it. You followed after him and sat across from him, setting your things against the footboard. You looked at him again, waiting for his next command for you to follow. He looked back at you, as if he were waiting for the same thing, and you two were plunged into silence. You waited for something, but when nothing came, you let out a sigh.

"H-how about we get started then?" You suggested with a quiver to your voice as you went to your backpack to grab your English textbook. He nodded without a word in return and did the same. You realized after going through an English textbook-less backpack that you left it back in your locker. So you did forget something after all...

"U-um," You breathed, unsure about what to do. You didn't want to ask to share books because you felt it was too awkward to. Also, just the thought of being near him with a centimeter of space to separate the both of you frightened you. You felt your face heat up again at the thought of being so close to a boy, especially since that boy was Alfred. You debated in your mind whether you should ask him about sharing books or not, and it seemed that your distress was evident because Alfred looked at you with a raised brow.

"Something wrong?" He asked, opening up to the page that today's lesson was on.

You shook your head quickly. "N-no! Nothing's wrong!" You blurted out a little too fast, a pink shade dusting your cheeks and a slight quiver to your lip.

"You sure?" He persisted. "It sure does seem like something's wrong..."

You reached behind your head and rubbed your neck sheepishly. "Well, maybe something is a tad wrong...," You mumbled. Something obviously was wrong, but it was more than one thing.

First, the fact that you two -- a nerdy, unattractive (well, at least to you) girl and a handsome, funny, popular boy -- were sitting in the middle of his large bed would make anyone uncomfortable. Maybe it was because you, being the wrong-minded person you are, just have to think of the dirty stuff.

Second, you didn't like being so close to him. It felt uncomfortable just to be alone with him. Other girls would've loved this moment and would probably try to seduce the most popular boy in school, but you weren't like other girls. You felt inferior to them. You felt that you didn't have the looks or skill to even try to do what they might do to Alfred. You felt you weren't worthy of his protection and time. Why did your English teacher bestow this "privilege" upon you?!

"Well, spit it out!" He barked, the tinge of annoyance returning.

"O-oh! Um, well..." How could you explain it? "I...I don't have my text book..."

"Seriously?" Alfred growled. "I asked you if you forgot anything, and you said you didn't!"

"I-I'm sor--"

Alfred cut you off. "I don't give a fuck if you're sorry! I asked you, and you said no!"

You felt yourself shrink in your spot as you avoided eye contact with him as best as you could. What had suddenly gotten into him? Whatever it was, you didn't like it. You felt tears sting your eyes as each of his words sunk in, and he kept bombarding you with more insults.

"How can people put up with such a forgetful idiot like you?!" He kept going. "With such terrible memory, how can you remember to do your assignments and turn them in?!"

"Shut up..." You breathed inaudibly.

"How can you remember everything we learn during class?!"

"Shut up..." You repeated.

"God! You should just kill yourself!" He shouted.

"Shut up!!" You screamed, and the tears fell freely. Your hands clenched into fists as you pounced onto him. You pounded your fists against his chest as he fell backward with you on top of him. "Just shut up!!"

You kept repeating your words as if you were a broken record player, and you kept beating your hands against his chest. Your words eventually turned into inaudible masses of sobs and you started to shake. Your fists faded and you stopped hitting Alfred. Your palms were pressed against his chest as waterfalls of tears fell from the corners of your eyes and onto his uniform shirt.

All the while, he didn't say a word. He didn't do anything but let you beat him up because he knew you need to release some steam. He knew that you were tired of being picked on. But most of all, he knew what it felt like to be in such pain and to be kicked around.

You wanted to tell him to shut up again, but what was the use? You already made your point, I'm sure, so what what was the point? Besides, you were choking on your words. You could barely speak a letter because of the terrible hiccups the crying caused. Then you heard someone shift, but you paid no attention to it; you didn't really care anymore.

You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you downward. You were too weak to resist, so you ended up falling down into a buff hard chest. Your ear was pressed softly against it, and you could hear the beating of a heart. You felt warmth engulfing your torso, and a grip tightening around you. You felt comfortable, like you could fall asleep there any moment and you wouldn't care. That was when you realized that... Alfred was hugging you!

You almost yelped when realizing that you were being hugged by Alfred...and that you two were laying in his bed...alone. Your face turned a dark red at the proximity between you two and the thoughts that came after that. What if someone walked in without knocking and saw you two? Oh, you hoped that nobody would stumble upon you two!

With your hands still against his chest, you tried pushing yourself off of him, but it didn't seem to work. He wouldn't budge in the slightest. "Just stop resisting," he whispered as his grip on you tightened slightly. "Just stop and lay here with me."

Fulfilling his request, you stopped trying to get him to release you and you fell back onto his chest. You calmed down slightly, and as the seconds ticked by, you felt less uncomfortable in Alfred's arms. Your ear was pressed back against him, and the beating of his heart grew more familiar each minute. A hand reached up to stroke your (h/l), (h/c) locks, and soon, he started twirling his pointer in them. You felt like you could stay like that forever, but your forever came to an end when you heard a vibrating coming from the nightstand.

Alfred let go of you, allowing you to scoot back to the end of the bed near the footboard. Alfred leaned against the headboard and grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand to the left of him. While he was preoccupied with the text he had received, you sat there, staring at him. You could never predict the guy -- you learned that in class -- and what just happened was more than unpreditable.

What just happened...?

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Your thoughts then wandered off to Alfred's family again. What were they like?, you wondered. You knew he had a brother who went to your school. You knew he was in your class, but no one seemed to care. It was as if he was invisible, but he wasn't invisible to you. You wanted to talk to him and get to know him, but you were afraid. You were afraid of talking to any boy in general! But along with the fact that you were afraid, you didn't know his name, though he was in your class, and it embarrassed you that you didn't.

You imagined Alfred's mom would be nice and sweet, like any other mom. But she wouldn't know about how Alfred bullied you. She would be one of those moms who are totally oblivious to what her child does inside and outside school. But you imagined his dad would be the complete opposite. He would be a strict man who worked day and night. He wouldn't know about Alfred's bullying either, but he would be involved with everything else.

Your eye twitched a little at what your brain had come up with, and you let out a sigh. You hadn't noticed, but you two had already arrived at Alfred's home. Once standing for minutes doing nothing, you looked up to see a mansion. It looked like one of those manors that earls or dukes would have back in their appropriate time. This was so much more than you expected, and so much more...colorless than you imagined. It was more white than you had hoped, and it creeped you out a little.

"Hey! You just gon' stand there and gawk or what?!" You heard a familiar voice ring with annoyance. You looked forward and caught sight of the American's glare that pointed at you.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You called back and started walking towards a gate that was held open by Alfred.

You looked around the front garden as you walked to the front door. It was bigger than you expected, just as everything else was. There was a hedge maze that, as far as you could see, ran all the way towards the back of the manor. All types of flowers, but mostly roses, grew around and even in the hedges. Everything there reminded you of the Red Queen's garden from Alice in Wonderland, but you weren't complaining; you loved that book!

"Wow...," you breathed in awe. "Everything here is so beautiful."

"Tell that to my brother," Alfred replied as he rolled his eyes, and you gave a puzzled face but shrugged it off eventually. Alfred's brother didn't seem like the type of person who was into gardening, but looks can be deceiving. You never expected it, though everything you've encountered today was a little bit unexpected.

You two were soon inside the mansion's foyer, and much to your surprise, it looked eerily similar to the Phantomhive's manor's foyer from Black Butler. You scanned the room to take a closer look at it, and you found that it was the Phantomhive's manor's foyer. It was amazing; every single detail, it seemed like it, was exactly the same. It was as if someone created a replica to prove how much of a fan they were.

"Um, Alfred?" You piped up as you two were walking up one of the staircases.

He turned around to look at you with a raised brow. "What is it?"

"The foyer... It looked so much like....," You couldn't finish. What if he thought you were a nerd for liking Black Butler? What if he didn't even know what it was? You were afraid to finish your sentence in fear of hearing what he might think of you.

"So much like Ciel Phantomhive's foyer in his manor?" He asked, finishing your sentence for you.

You nodded. You didn't know he liked Black Butler. You didn't even know he liked anime and manga in general. And as if he read your mind, he said something that caught you by surprise. "I like anime and manga, if you didn't know. But I'm not much of a big fan of Black Butler. It's more my brother that loves it."

You nodded again, and he turned to keep walking. You followed quietly but smiled to yourself that you two shared something in common. What else do we share in common? You wondered as he led you down a hallway decorated so much like the Phantomhive mansion. It amazed you at how someone could get every single detail correct without a room for error. It was creepy, but you liked it; it was the kind of creepy you were in to. You made a mental note to look through the manga and anime to see if every detail really was exact, if you were ever to come back to Alfred's house.

After walking through different hallways that seemed like they went on forever, you two came to a stop in front of double doors. "Is this your room?" You asked timidly, a light dust of pink covering your cheeks.

"Yeah," Alfred replied and pushed open the door.

You looked around the room once you stepped in. Everything in the room -- the walls, the large bed, the dressers -- looked like it was from the 19th century. The only things out of place were the flat screen TV hung upon the wall in front of the bed and desktop computer in the corner farthest from the door. Other than that, the room was a complete mess; clothes covered the floor that you could barely even see it, food wrappers were sprawled around, and empty paper cups sat on the computer desk and night stands. You stood there in shock, and also afraid to step anywhere. So you stayed at the door, playing with your thumbs awkwardly.

"Hey! What are you standing there for?! Come over here!" Alfred commanded once he noticed you doing nothing but standing there. He motioned to come over to his bed, and...thoughts popped into your head that made your face heat up, but he didn't notice.

You did as you were told and you walked over to he was, careful of not stepping on anything that was on the floor. He sat at the edge of his bed, motioning to sit with him as he moved to the middle of it. You followed after him and sat across from him, setting your things against the footboard. You looked at him again, waiting for his next command for you to follow. He looked back at you, as if he were waiting for the same thing, and you two were plunged into silence. You waited for something, but when nothing came, you let out a sigh.

"H-how about we get started then?" You suggested with a quiver to your voice as you went to your backpack to grab your English textbook. He nodded without a word in return and did the same. You realized after going through an English textbook-less backpack that you left it back in your locker. So you did forget something after all...

"U-um," You breathed, unsure about what to do. You didn't want to ask to share books because you felt it was too awkward to. Also, just the thought of being near him with a centimeter of space to separate the both of you frightened you. You felt your face heat up again at the thought of being so close to a boy, especially since that boy was Alfred. You debated in your mind whether you should ask him about sharing books or not, and it seemed that your distress was evident because Alfred looked at you with a raised brow.

"Something wrong?" He asked, opening up to the page that today's lesson was on.

You shook your head quickly. "N-no! Nothing's wrong!" You blurted out a little too fast, a pink shade dusting your cheeks and a slight quiver to your lip.

"You sure?" He persisted. "It sure does seem like something's wrong..."

You reached behind your head and rubbed your neck sheepishly. "Well, maybe something is a tad wrong...," You mumbled. Something obviously was wrong, but it was more than one thing.

First, the fact that you two -- a nerdy, unattractive (well, at least to you) girl and a handsome, funny, popular boy -- were sitting in the middle of his large bed would make anyone uncomfortable. Maybe it was because you, being the wrong-minded person you are, just have to think of the dirty stuff.

Second, you didn't like being so close to him. It felt uncomfortable just to be alone with him. Other girls would've loved this moment and would probably try to seduce the most popular boy in school, but you weren't like other girls. You felt inferior to them. You felt that you didn't have the looks or skill to even try to do what they might do to Alfred. You felt you weren't worthy of his protection and time. Why did your English teacher bestow this "privilege" upon you?!

"Well, spit it out!" He barked, the tinge of annoyance returning.

"O-oh! Um, well..." How could you explain it? "I...I don't have my text book..."

"Seriously?" Alfred growled. "I asked you if you forgot anything, and you said you didn't!"

"I-I'm sor--"

Alfred cut you off. "I don't give a fuck if you're sorry! I asked you, and you said no!"

You felt yourself shrink in your spot as you avoided eye contact with him as best as you could. What had suddenly gotten into him? Whatever it was, you didn't like it. You felt tears sting your eyes as each of his words sunk in, and he kept bombarding you with more insults.

"How can people put up with such a forgetful idiot like you?!" He kept going. "With such terrible memory, how can you remember to do your assignments and turn them in?!"

"Shut up..." You breathed inaudibly.

"How can you remember everything we learn during class?!"

"Shut up..." You repeated.

"God! You should just kill yourself!" He shouted.

"Shut up!!" You screamed, and the tears fell freely. Your hands clenched into fists as you pounced onto him. You pounded your fists against his chest as he fell backward with you on top of him. "Just shut up!!"

You kept repeating your words as if you were a broken record player, and you kept beating your hands against his chest. Your words eventually turned into inaudible masses of sobs and you started to shake. Your fists faded and you stopped hitting Alfred. Your palms were pressed against his chest as waterfalls of tears fell from the corners of your eyes and onto his uniform shirt.

All the while, he didn't say a word. He didn't do anything but let you beat him up because he knew you need to release some steam. He knew that you were tired of being picked on. But most of all, he knew what it felt like to be in such pain and to be kicked around.

You wanted to tell him to shut up again, but what was the use? You already made your point, I'm sure, so what what was the point? Besides, you were choking on your words. You could barely speak a letter because of the terrible hiccups the crying caused. Then you heard someone shift, but you paid no attention to it; you didn't really care anymore.

You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you downward. You were too weak to resist, so you ended up falling down into a buff hard chest. Your ear was pressed softly against it, and you could hear the beating of a heart. You felt warmth engulfing your torso, and a grip tightening around you. You felt comfortable, like you could fall asleep there any moment and you wouldn't care. That was when you realized that... Alfred was hugging you!

You almost yelped when realizing that you were being hugged by Alfred...and that you two were laying in his bed...alone. Your face turned a dark red at the proximity between you two and the thoughts that came after that. What if someone walked in without knocking and saw you two? Oh, you hoped that nobody would stumble upon you two!

With your hands still against his chest, you tried pushing yourself off of him, but it didn't seem to work. He wouldn't budge in the slightest. "Just stop resisting," he whispered as his grip on you tightened slightly. "Just stop and lay here with me."

Fulfilling his request, you stopped trying to get him to release you and you fell back onto his chest. You calmed down slightly, and as the seconds ticked by, you felt less uncomfortable in Alfred's arms. Your ear was pressed back against him, and the beating of his heart grew more familiar each minute. A hand reached up to stroke your (h/l), (h/c) locks, and soon, he started twirling his pointer in them. You felt like you could stay like that forever, but your forever came to an end when you heard a vibrating coming from the nightstand.

Alfred let go of you, allowing you to scoot back to the end of the bed near the footboard. Alfred leaned against the headboard and grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand to the left of him. While he was preoccupied with the text he had received, you sat there, staring at him. You could never predict the guy -- you learned that in class -- and what just happened was more than unpreditable.

What just happened...?