After minutes of me looking down the street I finally came to realisation that Alfred wasn't in sight anymore, I was still trying to process what had just happened. I finally go inside and close the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I walk over to the newly repaired lottery machine and close the back hatch, push it back into place and dust it off a bit, "impressive." I say looking at it with my arms crossed. I was so amazed by how well he fixed it, it was almost like he's done it before.
It was now 5:35pm and I needed to make myself dinner, so I decided I'd go home. When I walked into my front door I noticed a small letter sitting on my dining room table. I walked over to it hesitantly then picked it up, opened it and read I out loud, "Dear, Mr. Kirkland. I had an awesome night with you even though you kicked me out and called me names. Also you need to learn to lock your back door, dude-" I sigh, "oh bloody hell, not him..." I shake it off and continue reading, "anyways, Matthew and I have a special surprise for you tomorrow night after the bar closes, if you're interested of course, wink face?" I clear my throat, "alright then... I think you're more into me then you're playing out my man and I'm down if you are. What ever the bloody hell that means." I slam the paper down against the table, "that wanker can go die for all I care! He doesn't know one bloody damn thing about me! He's an idiot with a handsome face that's it!" I storm to my room in frustration and anger without even thinking twice and forgetting about making dinner, I was no longer hungry.
As I lay in bed I pondered over the note Alfred sent, "I'm down if you're down? What does that even mean?" I asked myself quietly, I was confused and conflicted. There were brief moments were I fought with myself about whether I liked Alfred or not or if I was just going mad, "I did kiss him back... it was an instinct you stopped for a reason!... yes, because I was in shock and confused... no! You don't like him get that out of your damn head Arthur!... I can't he's stuck in my mind... GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!" My door swings open and I see Francis run in, "Francis?!" I say in shock.
"Oh thank you! I thought you were dying..." he pants with his hand on him heart.
"How did you-"
"Your back door was unlocked, like usual."
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
