You Didn't

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Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but your car-!"

"Really, it's not a big deal! I can get another car, but I can't get another you," Alfred said, smiling at you. His smile made your heart melt and your face heat up. You blushed and sat down to look at the mess you caused. Alfred's brand new red Mustang was dented at the front due to being ran into a tree at 70 mph. The lights from the police cars and the ambulance were flashing and it made you sick to your stomach. You watched your friend (who should've had their seatbelt on) be taken into the ambulance before the doors shutting and the men getting into the car. You felt Alfred sit beside you and put your face in your hands and cried. Alfred put your head to his chest, smiling and holding you close.

I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.

-

Remember the day I vomited strawberry pie all over your new carpet?

"Hey, I forgot I had strawberry pie in here," Alfred said, walking into the living room with two plates of pie. You smiled at the sight. You loved strawberry pie!

"It looks so good!" You said, taking a plate and taking a bite. "And tastes just as good!"

"Does it? I don't remember when I got it... Or who made it," Alfred pondered, before realising exactly who made it. "Wait!"

"Um, Al? I don't feel too good," you mumbled, putting the plate on the table before hurling strawberry pie, eggs, waffles, coffee, and orange juice on Alfred's new carpet. You felt Alfred start to wipe some droll and stomach acid from your mouth and felt yourself about to cry. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"It's fine! I shouldn't have given you that pie. Arthur made it some time ago, as in months ago. His fresh food gives me food poisoning, so months old food is not the best. I can clean the carpet, I just wanna make sure you're okay," Alfred said, as he helped you get up, seeing as your legs were a little wobbly, and took you into the bathroom in case you hurled again.

I thought you'd hate me, but you didn't.

-

Remember that day I dragged you to the beach, and it really did rain like you said it would?

"Hey, the forecast said it was gonna rain. We should probably go back home, babe," Alfred said, looking at the sky darkening.

"He lies all the time! Come on! Nobody's here!" You said, happily running towards the water. Alfred gave off a small smile and set down the stuff, prepared to set up the umbrella when a drop of water hit Texas.

"Uh... Babe?" Al said, seeing a couple of more drops land on the folded umbrella.

"Yeah?" You said, turning to look at Alfred before shrieking when you heard thunder. You quickly got out the water and felt the bottom drop out. You grabbed the coolers and Alfred grabbed the umbrella and towels and you both high-tailed it home. You got onto the porch and saw everyone else running from the beach, too. You groaned and put the coolers down, ringing the water out of your hair. You felt a towel be placed on your head, before looking to see Alfred drying his hair with his towel. You felt the towel. It was damp, but it was better than nothing, you supposed. You dried up your hair a little bit with the towel, before hanging it over one of the chairs on the porch. "I'm sorry."