I waited for the bloody idiots, doing what I don't even know. He probably where setting me up on a date I didn't want to go on. I mean, sure the American was pretty attractive, but for all I know he can be a fucking axe murderer!
"Hey Artie! Guess what he found out!" Gil said with a smirk on his face.
"For the millionth time would you please stop calling me Artie! And what, what is it?" I asked, almost screaming at them.
"Oh, just that the American is gay, intrested, and wants to go on a date with you!"
"Bloody hell. Well how the fuck am I supposed to keep in touch with him?" I said as they handed me a crumpled napkin with a phone number on it, "Is this?" I asked as they nodded, clearly I was overjoyed!
After I closed the place up I was thinking to myself that this is the strangest day I have ever had in my life. I shrugged it off. Shit happens. I left work and got into my new apartment as my phone started ringing with an unknown number. Hesitantly I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked in an unsure manner.
"Hey, umm, is this Alfred speaking?" A Brit answered. He sounded very nervous and very unsure.
"Yeah, but may I ask who is calling?"
"My name is Arthur, I ordered pizza today, umm, I have messy blonde hair and green eyes." He stated, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Oh yeah! I remember you!"
"I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to one of our band practices. I mean, please don't feel like you have to, it's on Saturday."
"I'd love to, I think I have work but I'll definitely swing by."
"Great, it's at 6 P.M."
"Cool. It's a date then." I said with a blush. We continued getting to know each other for a few more hours, until our mothers got home at least, both as excised as the other for Saturday to come.
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A/N I am so sorry for the delay in updating this story! Thank you all for the tremendous support and dealing with my bullshit! And for the person who asked if this story is discontinued, I believe this answers your question!
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FanfictionAlfred F. Jones just moved to London. He works at a crummy pizza place. At least he thinks it's crummy until he meets a teen named Arthur Kirkland. Well, I can't say he doesn't love him at first sight. BoyxBoy don't like don't read. I do not own Het...
