Personality Exchange

The 3rd Dream

Alfred's POV

Arthur told me about Jessica and her confession. I don't know what to say. Well, she's a good friend and this and that, but won't it be awkward for the both of us? Good thing, I wasn't the one who's in my body. I really wouldn't know what to do. Heroes like me can't take the image of anyone crying. Especially if its my fault.

I explained that we're all ready and set. Francis let his neice, Michelle, took over the cafe and look out for their apartments, so nothing to worry about. Then after the call ended, I went back in the apartment and be less Arthur, and more Alfred.

It's easy and hard to be Arthur.

Since he's usually grumpy and has a so-called stick stuck up in his "arse", like what Francis told me, and most of those who he knows were shocked to see him smiling and so jolly. I was even forced to act grumpily!

I mean, how can someone frown so often?! It hurts you know! I wish my facial expressions won't stay this way. Especially Arthur's.

When I'm alone or with Francis and those few who have seen Arthur smile, I act like I usually do, and I admit, that Arthur looks so angelic when he smiles.

His emerald green eyes sparkles like gems, his white cute teeth made the stereotypes wrong when they said Brits have bad teeth, and the bushy brows and messy blonde hair complimented his pale skin. It's a different story when we talk about this body!

I've been searching Arthur's closet for something proper, but not too proper for my style, when I saw some punk like clothes. Ripped jeans, band shirts, leather jackets, an old but beau jewelry box for piercing jewelries, and a white guitar with his signature.

I immediately called Francis over, telling me the tell tales of Arthur's rebellion stage. I tried wearing some, but after Francis left. Something in this body says that I shouldn't trust Francis with this.

Anyway, so I discovered this the first day of our swap. So while having my own fashion show and some picture taking, I saw something cool. A tattoo.

When I took off a one tight fitting shirt, I saw a reflection of something close to wings in my back's reflection on the TV. So after I took off the shirt, I ran straight to the bathroom's mirror and take a good look at it.

It's a somewhat close to wings, slightly distorted and geometrical. Then he also have some close to the British crown arm band on his left biceps. The tattoos weren't too extravagant nor too crowded in his body. The designs were simple and not too big, so it doesn't look ugly. It makes him look hot and attractive.

I smiled to myself when a thought pass by.

"Maybe that's the reason why he wear something an old man would wear. To cover his tattoos."

At my first two days, I though that his life's too easy.... And boring. When I asked Francis if Arthur have some lover or what, his facial expression changed, and said that he got none, with a sad smile.

Then he writes for work, and sometimes took cases. That answered why he was able to confidently say that "I should be rest assured.", because he's a goddamn top notcher of the bar exams here in UK. He's a goddamn great private detective that's in a break after his last case, three months ago.

So close to none to do, I always find myself chatting with Francis in his cafe, and actually read Arthur's copy of his works. Matthew told me back then that they were good, and after reading them out of boredom, I'm actually hooked.

Being Arthur is not so bad, as long as we don't talk about 'his' nightmares. I'm sure that they belong to him. Though, I don't think that they're just nightmares.