Alfred pressed on the brakes as he approached a red light, he glanced at the passenger seat and felt his heart flutter.

"He had no idea what was going on, didn't even try to get the answer, just waved the teacher off and got sent out," He said chuckling.

Alfred's hardly heard him speak, instead finding himself counting how many shades of green blended together in his eyes.

"So Madeline told me she loved me today. I honestly do feel bad for telling her I didn't love her back, she looked heartbroken, but I don't think I'll ever fall in love,"

Alfred felt his heart skip, laughing at his usual proclamation at being impervious to love but he could only hope he was wrong. He fiddled with the radio, faking a smile as he told a joke.

"Oh, I love this song!" He said with a smile at the channel Alfred stopped on.

"I know," Alfred whispered to himself.

He looked out the window, innocently oblivious to the truth. Alfred looked at him with a small sigh, having had him memorized for a long time now. His world was black and white, there would always be an answer to everything as long as he looked hard enough to find it. There were no secrets he couldn't see, no mystery he didn't know the answer to.

Alfred stops the car in front of his house, watching him walk inside. Alfred holds his breath as he stands there at the doorway, waving back at Alfred, before walking in. He sits there for a moment longer before driving off to his own house.

Alfred went to his room and opened up the leather bound journal that he kept on his desk, I wish I could hear him play the guitar again, it was so beautiful when he showed me, I don't think he showed anyone else. I'm almost positive that he can see through everything, every lie that anyone has ever told him, and yet somehow he can't see through my heart. Maybe one day he'll decide he wants someone to love...

He went to sleep and in the morning Alfred's first thought was of him. So he got up and slipped his glasses on his face, praying for a miracle.

Alfred had football practice that morning, picking up him early and driving him to school. He sat up in the bleachers with a book like he normally did as Alfred lead the practice. After practice ended Alfred found himself confronted by one of his friends, "Why don't you tell him, mon ami?" Francis asked him.

Alfred looked at him, feigning ignorance, "Tell him what?"

"You know what, just like you know everything else about him, don't you?"

Alfred sighed, turning to face the Frenchman completely, "Yeah, I could tell you all about him, his favorite color is emerald green, he loves to argue with everybody, was born on April 23, 1993, his sister's drop dead gorgeous, and he has his father's eyes, but…" He cut himself off.

"But if I asked you if you loved him?" Francis asked.

"I'd lie," Alfred said softly, turning around and walking away, unaware that Arthur was still sitting there in the stands watching him.

So, this is my first fic on this new account! Tell me what you think! I won't be post stories regularly until this summer but you'll still be able to enjoy the occasional one shot. Reviews are love! w

~US of Awesomness