A/N: So um, I know my last story was shitty, so I'll make it up to you with this stuff here. It's gonna have chapters, Idk how many. We'll find out soon enough.

p.s. i own nothing but the story line! third story, activate!

"Damn alarm clock." I grumbled with as much energy as I could muster, hoping I sounded angry. 7:30...one hour till the bus arrives.

"Get up, Alfred! I made waffles- and BACON!" Matthew cried cheerfully from the kitchen. "I know you love that, Alfie!" How that kid could wake up early enough to cook, I had no fricken idea. Nonetheless, I did love that breakfast...just enough for the intoxicating smell of bacon, sizzling on the griddle, to coax me out of bed.

Giving in to temptation, I pushed myself out of my comforter cocoon and threw on my wrinkly white dress shirt and sweater vest, inscribed with my high school insignia on the left breast pocket, with my holey pair of jeans. I stumbled out of my bedroom and down the hallway of our little two bedroom apartment we had moved into at the beginning of ninth grade. Pictures of our parents lined the walls. I sighed...even after two years of living separately, my twin and I still miss them like hell. Moving two states away was hard, and New York was a pain in the ass to keep up with. We visited them whenever we could, and that was usually through Skype. Our prestigious high school we came here to attend was, in my opinion, another downside of moving here. Well, Mattie loved it; all the nerds made him fit in. I'm like a nice jock. But now that I think about it, most jocks aren't gay like I am.

Plopping down in a chair, I heard my stomach yell at me for not getting to the kitchen sooner. Mattie, humming the song 'here comes the sun', stepped over gracefully and placed a huge plate of deliciousness in front of me with a cup of highly caffeinated coffee, just how I like it: with almost literally 5 pounds of sugar. Hell, anything tastes good with five pounds of sugar on it...except for broccolini. Don't even try that. It's really gross.

I downed the plate in a matter of minutes, cherishing every morsel that lay in front of me. I then sipped at my coffee and finished up some math homework that was due today. When Mattie saw my homework, he over-dramatically gasped in mock horror.

"You lied! You said it was 'all taken care of' last night! ALFIE!" he giggled and none too subtly placed a half finished history worksheet on the table. It was my turn to fake- scold my twin. We missed our parents, yeah, but our life was good. We had alot of fun.

"You ready yet, Matt?" I asked impatiently for the fifth time in eight minutes. He takes so long to pack his backpack up! Mattie sighed irritably and swung his backpack on his right shoulder.

"Yeah, Al." We walked in silence to the bus stop, and when we arrived there, Francis Bonnefoy sauntered over and placed his arm gently around Matthew's shoulders. Blushing, Matt leaned into his half embrace, head tilted up to meet Francis' lips in a kiss. I scowled at him. I know he loves Mattie and Mattie loves him, but that french fried freak just rubs me the wrong way...almost literally. It's probably because he has a perverted, dirty mind, and he likes to touch my brother in...well... intimate places.

Ludwig walked over, holding Feliciano's hand and murmuring something in his ear that sounded like "let's tell him, Feli..." I decided to join the conversation. "Tell who what?" i inquired. Feliciano hesitated, then answered after a glance at Ludwig, who nodded slightly. "Tell you about the new kid." I perked up. A new boy...? Feliciano continued."He's British, Alfred. What if he's, you know, your type?"

I was the only single gay kid in our group. I've never had a boyfriend, so this would be the perfect opportunity! I smiled. "Whats- do you know his name?" I asked quietly so Francis wouldn't overhear our discussion, but he too busy with Mattie to even look at us.

"It's like Kirkland or something. I don't know his first name..." Feli announced proudly. The only gossiper better than him was Feliks!

I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Ludwig reached over and grasped my shoulder with an intense look on his face. "Don't take the Francis approach: no raping, molesting, or otherwise." He warned. I shook him off, startled and disgusted that he would actually assume I could turn out like the Frog. I was about to spit an angry retort back at him, but the bus pulled up and Feli skipped away, holding Ludwig's hand.

I sat in the back by myself, and threw on my headphones to drown out the sound of the 'Back-of-the-bus-freaks' around me. I thought about this Kirkland kid. Would he even be gay? If so, would he even like me?

The teacher stood in front of us all with a nearly perfect boy. He was wearing a perfectly ironed uniform, had porcelain features and bedhead-ish messy blond hair, and some EPICALLY HUGE EYEBROWS. But his eyes...they were beautiful deep pools of green, the color of leaves in late Spring when the Summer sun first starts glinting off them and making it glisten. He was dreamy, to say the least, but dreamy in an almost-perfect-but-a-bit-rugged way. It was like I could see through to another, deeper, personality inside of him.

"Class, this is Arthur Kirkland. Please treat him with respect and help him if you see fit." The teacher recited these words as if she was reading them off a sheet of paper. I sat up straighter when i heard "Kirkland". I totally wanna date him! Kirkland caught me staring at him, and instead of looking away, he winked! I felt a faint blush rise to my cheeks and quickly looked down. I heard him tell us what a "pleasure it is to make your acquaintance". He was directed to his seat, which was behind mine. I thought for a second, then turned around to talk to him.

"Hey, I'm Alfred Jones. If you need notes or a textbook or something, just let me know and I'll help out." I told him. He smiled, and shook my hand. Instead of being warm like I anticipated, his hands were chilled. We made eye contact and held hands for a few more seconds, then he pulled away. His touch still lingered on my palm, a cool reminder of how much I already loved this boy.

"Well," His clean accent cut through my thoughts. "I would like some help finding the Library. Do you think...?" I froze for a second, then realized what he was saying and nodded. "During Study Hall, we can stay here or go to the Library." I thought about suggesting that he sit with us at lunch, but told myself that he should be allowed to make other friends. To my surprise, Kirkland blushed a bit, looked down and said quickly, "Could I sit with you at lunch?" I smiled, discovering how lucky I am to be able to keep my composure around people I liked.

"Of course! Just be aware: my twin and my friends are the teeniest bit insane. Watch out for Francis Bonnefoy, he's a huge pain in the ass if you can't get along with him." I told him, just to ensure his safety around Francis.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. I may not look it, but I'm a tad bit off-the-hook myself, if you know I mean..." He sighed, and to me it sounded incredibly sexy.

I'm turning into a Frog.

A/N: didja like it? hate it? love it? lemme know what you think and REVEIW! i'll update when i finish the second chapter. takes me three hours to write one, so it'll be soon! like maybe 2 days!

~ pancake-chan