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You smiled contently. You were leaning against a tall tree enjoying its shade, and reading your favorite book. It was lunch time at your high school and you were taking advantage of your alone time. You weren’t unsocial or anything, you just didn’t really like to be surrounded by people 24/7. You had a few friends and they understood your need for solitude at times.
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot.
“You’re an idiot,” you told him.
The bell rang and you collected your things before he could say anything.
TIME SKIP OF WONDER!!!!!
You had shaken off your strange encounter with Alfred, dismissing it as a stupid attempt at humor. It was now last period, and you were trying to finish a worksheet your teacher had handed out. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw someone slide into the seat next to yours. You glanced over and immediately turned back to your work.
Why you?
Alfred F. Jones was in the seat next to you, grinning that stupid grin.
“Excuse me?”
You tightened the grip on your pencil.
“Do you have the time?”
You sighed, relieved. You glanced at your watch.
“Yes, it’s (time),” you told him.
“No,” he said. “I mean do you have the time to write down my number?”
You pushed down so hard on your pencil, it broke. He smiled at you again.
“You know, life without you would be just like a broken pencil. Pointless,” he said.
“What’s your problem?” you demanded.
“Well you see, I need a map,” he said calmly.
You massaged your temples and let out a long breath of air.
“Why?”
“Because I got lost in your eyes,” he said cockily.
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“What do you say (name),” he leaned in close to your face. “Me, you, dinner?”
The bell rang and you fled the room before everyone.
TIME SKIP OF MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You’d never admit it, but Alfred had been running through your head all day. Despite how he annoyed you, his advances were rather sweet. Corny, but sweet. No boy had ever paid you much mind, and it made you feel rather special.
He’s just messing with me, you tried to convince yourself.
You were sitting in the mall food court with your shopping bags on the floor next to you. You were resting from your day of shopping and felt a little hungry. You opened your wallet and cursed quietly when you discovered you had no money left.
“You know, if you were a burger at McDonald’s you’d be the McGorgeous,” voice said from behind you.
You whipped around. Standing behind you, with that ever present grin, was Alfred. In his hands, there were two trays of food from McDonald’s.
“Are you stalking me!?!” you demanded.
He shrugged and sat down at your table. Without asking.
“Maybe you’re stalking me,” he shrugged.
He pushed a tray towards you and started to unwrap his own burger. You sat staring at him. He looked up.
“What?” He asked.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
He shrugged, and took a bite of burger.
“I asked you to dinner; it’s not my fault you didn’t stick around to make plans. I saw you here and improvised,” he said, sipping his coke.
“Maybe I didn’t want to go to dinner,” you huffed.
“You have to,” Alfred “You owe me for getting my license suspended.”
“What!?! How?”
“You drove me crazy,” he grinned before popping a fry into his mouth.
You blushed and refused to dignify that with a response. Alfred sighed.
“I could eat the food myself, but that would be unhealthy. Not that I care, but, still,” he said.
You weighed your options and grumbled a little as you grabbed a fry. Alfred grinned and started to excitedly chatter. As the two of you ate, you found yourself smiling more and genuinely enjoying yourself.
When you finished, he insisted on walking you to your car. When you told him you walked, he insisted on driving you home.
“I thought your license was suspended,” you said cheekily.
“That’s only when we’re apart,” he said, poking his tongue out.
You laughed and gave him direction to your house. When the two of you got to your house he parked the car and smiled at you.
“Thank you for the ride Alfred,” you said, attempting to leave.
“Wait, (name),” Alfred said.
You turned to look into his, beautiful blue eyes.
“If beauty were time, you’d be an eternity,” he smiled softly.
“A-alfred, I-,” you started to say.
You were cut off by his lips on yours. Before you could process this, his warm lips were gone. To say you were blushing, would be an understatement.
“Can I see you again?” Alfred asked.
You nodded. You opened the door and walked into your house. When you shut the door, a giggle escaped you.
Alfred smirked from his car, feeling incredibly lucky.
“Don’t tell me pick-up lines don’t work.”
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot.
“You’re an idiot,” you told him.
The bell rang and you collected your things before he could say anything.
TIME SKIP OF WONDER!!!!!
You had shaken off your strange encounter with Alfred, dismissing it as a stupid attempt at humor. It was now last period, and you were trying to finish a worksheet your teacher had handed out. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw someone slide into the seat next to yours. You glanced over and immediately turned back to your work.
Why you?
Alfred F. Jones was in the seat next to you, grinning that stupid grin.
“Excuse me?”
You tightened the grip on your pencil.
“Do you have the time?”
You sighed, relieved. You glanced at your watch.
“Yes, it’s (time),” you told him.
“No,” he said. “I mean do you have the time to write down my number?”
You pushed down so hard on your pencil, it broke. He smiled at you again.
“You know, life without you would be just like a broken pencil. Pointless,” he said.
“What’s your problem?” you demanded.
“Well you see, I need a map,” he said calmly.
You massaged your temples and let out a long breath of air.
“Why?”
“Because I got lost in your eyes,” he said cockily.
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“What do you say (name),” he leaned in close to your face. “Me, you, dinner?”
The bell rang and you fled the room before everyone.
TIME SKIP OF MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You’d never admit it, but Alfred had been running through your head all day. Despite how he annoyed you, his advances were rather sweet. Corny, but sweet. No boy had ever paid you much mind, and it made you feel rather special.
He’s just messing with me, you tried to convince yourself.
You were sitting in the mall food court with your shopping bags on the floor next to you. You were resting from your day of shopping and felt a little hungry. You opened your wallet and cursed quietly when you discovered you had no money left.
“You know, if you were a burger at McDonald’s you’d be the McGorgeous,” voice said from behind you.
You whipped around. Standing behind you, with that ever present grin, was Alfred. In his hands, there were two trays of food from McDonald’s.
“Are you stalking me!?!” you demanded.
He shrugged and sat down at your table. Without asking.
“Maybe you’re stalking me,” he shrugged.
He pushed a tray towards you and started to unwrap his own burger. You sat staring at him. He looked up.
“What?” He asked.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
He shrugged, and took a bite of burger.
“I asked you to dinner; it’s not my fault you didn’t stick around to make plans. I saw you here and improvised,” he said, sipping his coke.
“Maybe I didn’t want to go to dinner,” you huffed.
“You have to,” Alfred “You owe me for getting my license suspended.”
“What!?! How?”
“You drove me crazy,” he grinned before popping a fry into his mouth.
You blushed and refused to dignify that with a response. Alfred sighed.
“I could eat the food myself, but that would be unhealthy. Not that I care, but, still,” he said.
You weighed your options and grumbled a little as you grabbed a fry. Alfred grinned and started to excitedly chatter. As the two of you ate, you found yourself smiling more and genuinely enjoying yourself.
When you finished, he insisted on walking you to your car. When you told him you walked, he insisted on driving you home.
“I thought your license was suspended,” you said cheekily.
“That’s only when we’re apart,” he said, poking his tongue out.
You laughed and gave him direction to your house. When the two of you got to your house he parked the car and smiled at you.
“Thank you for the ride Alfred,” you said, attempting to leave.
“Wait, (name),” Alfred said.
You turned to look into his, beautiful blue eyes.
“If beauty were time, you’d be an eternity,” he smiled softly.
“A-alfred, I-,” you started to say.
You were cut off by his lips on yours. Before you could process this, his warm lips were gone. To say you were blushing, would be an understatement.
“Can I see you again?” Alfred asked.
You nodded. You opened the door and walked into your house. When you shut the door, a giggle escaped you.
Alfred smirked from his car, feeling incredibly lucky.
“Don’t tell me pick-up lines don’t work.”
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Alfred, are you a camera? Cause every time I look at you, I smile. XDDD take that. Dammit I love guys who make me laugh. That’s my one weakness with boys. Also cheesy pick-up lines are adorable.