Request for Silvermoonlitsoul
When you thought of Alfred F. Jones, the first thing you would connect him with was certainly not the word ‘serious’. He had a habit of acting like a kid even though he was nearly two years older than you and studying political sciences at your college.
You met him in your class on common law, which was a remedial course to be taking your third year, seeing how it was generally designated for the freshmen. But Al didn’t seem to care that he was one of the only upperclassmen in your class and he made your first couple of weeks at the school much easier.
Though, the course only got more difficult as the semester went on. And Alfred couldn’t help you forever. It seemed that the more and more stressed you became, the less you saw of your politician-to-be. You brushed it off, knowing that he, as an upperclassman, wouldn’t want to spend his free time with a silly little freshman.
That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though. It still broke your heart to watch the loud blonde rush out of the lecture hall to wherever his next class was. You always put on a mask, though, grinning as he quickly turned and waved from just in front of the doors. You’d smile back, raise up a still hand, and watch as he left.
However, the man was still one of your closest friends at the school, and he could tell when something was wrong. And something was very, very wrong.
The bell rang and you sighed, expecting to hear Alfred scoop up his bag and leave, but that never happened. Winking open an eye, you looked over to see the young man standing with his backpack slung over one shoulder, feet completely still.
Peering up at him, the blue-eyed blond shrugged. “My next class was canceled today.”
That was all he said.
Pursing your lips, you grabbed your own bag and started walking, your American friend following closely at your side.
“Hey,” he said, catching your attention as you walked through the crowded halls, “What’s up with you? You’ve been all moody and stuff recently.” Though his words were joking, his sweet, blue eyes were filled with concern.
You shrugged. “Nothing,” you answered, looking back at the crowds of students ahead of you, “Just a bit tired, I guess.”
“What?” he teased, “Did your boyfriend break up with you?” You sucked in your breath and picked up the pace, trying to lose Alfred. He had noticed your reaction to his words and took note, following you closely.
He waited until you were both outside and relatively alone before talking again. “Look at me,” he commanded gently, holding your shoulders so that you couldn’t turn away from him. His eyes searched yours, looking for some sort of sign. Some sort of way to know that your ok.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, unusually serious.
That scared you a bit. “I’m alright,” you laughed.
But you weren’t, and Alfred could tell.
His bright eyes were stern and there was a small crease in his brow. “No you’re not.”
Your own gaze flickered back and forth between his eyes and eventually you broke. Tall shoulders slumping in his hands, you sighed. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Usually, the question would have sounded childish, but at the moment that Alfred asked you that lone question, it was anything but. He was acting so serious that you were extremely nervous.
When you didn’t answer, Alfred pressed his lips together and pulled you close.
“Alfred?” you mumbled into his chest, confused when his grip only got tighter.
“It’s ok that you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here to help. I promise,” he whispered into your neck where his cheek was pressed against you, the skin cool against your nervous flush. Hesitantly, your arms wound around his shoulders and you held him back, biting back tears.
Alfred noticed the hitch in your breathing, but said nothing, waiting for you to be ready to talk.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you held him tighter. “Why?” you whispered back, “I’m not the prettiest, or the smartest, or the richest, or even the nicest. So why are you wasting your time with me?”
Neither of you moved as your breathing became shallower and more frantic as you fought with yourself not to cry.
“Why would you ask a question like that?” Alfred asked, pulling away slightly to see your twisted up face that was red from emotion.
You looked down, away from his encouraging smile and gentle eyes. “I dunno,” you muttered to the ground, “Because it’s a logical question.”
His hands moved to your cheeks, wiping away the escaped tears. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t of-”
“No!” you interjected with a bitter laugh, “It’s fine. Yeah, he broke up with me. But I’m fine. I still see him. And his new girlfriend is really pretty and nice. They seem happy,” you trailed off, leaving Alfred staring at you in the silence that followed.
Loud laughter bubble from the man in front of you and your brow furrowed, confused and a bit upset. “Is that all?” he asked around his laughter.
“‘Is that all?’” you repeated, incredulous, “Yes! That’s all! What did you expect? A-”
You weren’t able to finish, though, because suddenly the man had smashed his lips against yours in an endearing kiss. When he pulled away, he was still laughing at your expression. “I was expecting something I couldn’t fix.”
Finally closing your gaping mouth, you smirked up at the man. “What couldn’t you fix, Al? You’re the hero.”