UKUS: Last Chance C.7UKUS: Last Chance C.7 by Annabelle-Kirkland
Alfred shivered violently as he managed to get out of the car, his cold clothes sticking to his body. He coughed hard, freezing due to the horrible wind blowing on him as well. Mr. Kirkland tsked and led the teenager down the driveway, to the porch. “You’re lucky I found you young man,” he scolded as he fished his keys out of his pocket, “It’s too cold to be out when it’s also pouring! We were supposed to get hail as well! Judging by the coughing,” he quickly felt his forehead, “And burning body heat you’re probably sick. What if you had gotten a horrid fever and passed out on the sidewalk? Someone could have run you over and like that you would have died! You prat!”
The house was three stories, a basement, a main floor, and a second floor. The outside was a solid oak brown wood, the door pitch black, the windows as clear as crystal, and the garden still looked beautiful in the pouring rain.
UKUS: Last Chance C.6UKUS: Last Chance C.6 by Annabelle-Kirkland
GUYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. WITH SCHOOL AND A BIG PROJECT I HAD TO GET DONE THIS HAD SLIPPED MY MIND. IF YOU THINK I NEED TO GIVE YOU MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER THEN I WILL TRY.
Alfred found his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t comprehend anything going on around him. This was way too much for him to handle all at once and process what to do. This was his brother, the one he had told to trust him with anything at all. To come to him when he had a problem no matter what it was. To talk to him when he was unsure of what to do. To not be afraid to use him as a crutch when he needed it. To share everything with him and tell him things that would be difficult to understand.
It was as if Matthew had thrown all of that away. Giving up on trusting Alfred with helping him through high school. But really, was it not Matt’s fault at all? Was it Al’s for being blind to the reality of what was going on?
He would have continued thinking if it
UKUS: Last Chance C.4UKUS: Last Chance C.4 by Annabelle-Kirkland
“How on Earth did these two doofuses get their driver’s licenses?!” Alfred’s mind screamed as he tried to sit in the test car with Feliciano. This little lesson had actually started innocently enough, that is until he saw Romano driving the cars into their parking spots. He had never seen a car go in so many directions in a span of fifteen seconds. When Feli had asked him if he was ready, he had honestly thought about saying no way. But, he had forgotten about a certain teacher.
“Oh he’s just desperate to get behind the steering wheel,” Mr. Kirkland grasped his student’s shoulders and smiled so sweetly it almost gave Al a cavity, “Especially with your driving expertise to guide him my dear friend. You wouldn’t want to deny this innocent soul a chance to grow in his knowledge, would you?”
The young Italian blushed and shifted his weight from foot to foot, staring down at the tiled floor hide his embarrassed
UKUS: Last Chance C.3UKUS: Last Chance C.3 by Annabelle-Kirkland
Alfred slipped into the front seat, hitting the hard foam with a thump. Mr. Kirkland’s car was a black Kia Picanto, a rather small car that usually seated four and the back seats usually collapsed to make more trunk space. He glanced around at the interior and pushed his glasses up his nose, rather interested with how well done the design was. He was still examining every single detail when his teacher got behind the wheel and started the car.
“Like it?” he asked with a small smile adorning his lips. Al nodded vigorously, running his hand over the dashboard.
“I never would have thought a teacher would have a 2014 Kia Picanto!” he looked up and grinned, “This is the UK model! Did you have the steering wheel switched to the opposite side and shipped here? Or did you just go to an English car dealership? But seriously how much did you end up paying for this?!”
“£8,045,” Arthur said simply, chuckling at the tee
Alfred's Birthday ((UsUk))Alfred's birthday...Alfred's Birthday ((UsUk)) by lexicat00
It was the only thing on Arthur's mind at the moment, even though it was three months away ((you can never be too prepared)); he couldn't find out what to get the American!
He surely wasn't going to cook the idiot anything, Alfred probably wouldn't want anything that wasn't a burger, and there was no way that Arthur was going to 'cook' a disgusting piece of greasy meat for him.
Arthur had been brainstorming for days, until he had thought of the perfect idea. Now he just needed an envelope, a stamp, some stationary, and a pen. He also needed to do a little bit of research.
"Dude, hey, dude!"
Arthur woke to somebody poking him in the ribs.
"Go away you git."
"Dude, the library's about to close."
Arthur looked up to see that he had indeed fallen asleep at the library, in front of one of the computers.
To his relief, the computer screen was on sleep mode, so Alfred wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.
Wait, back that up.
The Bestest Summer EverThe Bestest Summer Ever by BlissLawliet
"HURRY UP!" I shouted and regretted it as soon as I said it
"Mr. Jones! Another outburst like that and I'll make sure to enroll you into summer school in a heartbeat!" I bit my lip and sighed glaring at that stupid clock, why won't time go faster??? I HATED being in Ms. Karpusi's class!
I tap my fingers on the desk waiting for the teacher to get her eyes off me, I tried all year to get on her good side but I picked on her son, Heracles, in middle school, because he was from Greece and I kept saying he had a funny accent and I called him a bear because he almost slept through each class. But I mean hey I was a kid, kids are stupid! Though it was meant as a joke it was kinda funny. But he was kind of chubby then and so everyone thought I was calling him fat- but I was never THAT mean! Heck I wasn't even mean, just stupid! But he didn't even notice since he slept all the time, and still does!
I mean he always is asleep, but gets decent grades.