50 Reasons Why

50 Reasons Why Nothing Can Go Wrong

50 REASONS WHY NOTHING CAN GO WRONG

ALFRED'S POV

As a freshman, going to school early for no reason was something I would never do. Now I found myself doing it almost everyday. Tuesday was sunny and seemed almost perfect. I Looked down to the field and saw a bunch of my teammates practicing. Oops, I forgot today was a practice day. Lovino spotted me and waved.

"You gonna join us or not?" He yelled across the fields.

"Sorry man, I forgot my gear."

"Nevermind that, you can play without them, or do you need pads like a bitch?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and marched over. Placing my star-spangled back-pack on the floor I took my position and got ready for the next play.

"Move over fatass!" I heard someone yell from behind me.

I ignored them and continued to play. Football was a rough game, if you couldn't take a few insults then you shouldn't play. After I while I really started to wish I had brought my pads. It was a good thing coach Vargas wasn't here to see me, although I was pretty sure Lovino would bitch to him later. By the end of the game I was worn out and sore from tackling the others. At least I didn't smell. Axe body pro does wonders.

I walked down into the courtyards. In the middle of our high school was a courtyard that most students ate lunch in when it was the summer. I sat in the green fields and breathed in the air. It still had that summer smell. My peace was ruined by Juan barreling towards me.

"Hey essay! Dude I almost got stabbed by your boyfriend!"

"SHH! Shut up! What did I tell you about keeping this a secret?"

"Sorry."

"What did you do?"

"Well I went up to him, and he looked different, a lot of black clothes eh? Maybe somebody died. Anyway so I was like 'Ey! It's Arthur!' so I went up to him and said good morning."

"What happened after that?"

"Well he looked at me and threatened to shove a rake up my ass if I didn't leave him alone."

"Relax dude. Are you sure that was Arthur?"

"Nope. It didn't look like Arthur."

"Then why are you even talking to me if it's not Arthur?"

"Because it could have been."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Black clothes huh?"

"Yep, tight black clothes. And one of those Uk flag bandana things on his neck, but I mean how many british, blonde haired short guys can there be at this tiny school in the middle of nowhere?"

Juan had a point, but the only time I've ever seen Arthur wore black clothing was concerts and tomato funerals. He had a nerdy old person kind of style. It was classy, but it suited him very well. Ha. Suited. Classy. Get it? Man I crack myself up, I should totally get an award.

I decided to find Arthur anyway. I wasn't sure why, but you do very strange things out of boredom, like actually doing your homework or singing randomly in your bedroom. In any case I was of on a quest to see if my damsel was in distress, or at least see if I can cause him some. I looked by the music room, but the only people there were Eliza and the asshole Roderich. We never really got along, he was always like, 'Shut up Alfred! I'm trying to play this.' I can take that from a lot of people, but just the way he says it makes me angry. Must be the mole.