“GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!!!!” Alfred yelled from inside Arthur’s home.
“Every man for himself!!!” Francis screamed.
You stood at the porch, wondering if you should even go inside.
So, we all know Arthur was a horrible cook. Still, you and Arthur were great friends.
Because of your strong friendship with him you agreed to be his taste tester today.
Alfred, Francis, and Matthew were already inside enduring such torture.
You took a deep breath tough and knocked on the door.
Arthur answered it and smiled, “____, I’m glad you’re here. These idiots are wrecking my house!”
He pointed to the three. Matthew was hunched over the trash can, probably puking. Alfred was trying to get rid of anything that could be used for cooking by throwing it out the window. Francis was praying that Arthur’s food wouldn’t kill him.
“Well this looks like a wonderful scene.” You said and laughed.
“____, get out of here if you value your life!!!!” Alfred told you.
Arthur smacked him with a spoon, “Shut up! Unlike you ____ is kind and volunteered to taste test for me.”
The three stared at you in disbelief.
You stood awkwardly, “Yeah, I did.”
“Have you gone mad?!?” Francis questioned you and shook his head, “Ma Chere, you can’t!”
Arthur was furious now, “OUT! OUT! YOU IDIOTS GET OUT!”
Francis ran as if he was just released from prison and Alfred piggybacked his sick brother out of there.
You patted Arthur on his back to calm him down. He fixed himself and looked at you.
His eyes seemed to twinkle and he seemed…happy, very happy.
“Thank you ____, you’re very kind to taste test for me today.”
You blushed and twirled a strand of your hair nervously.
Arthur was of course a gentleman, but he was being so sweet that he was very cute today.
“You don’t have to thank me Arthur.” You told him.
He pulled a tool out for you and you sat. He had to go outside to retrieve the cooking utensils Alfred threw out. He washed them and got to cooking. For awhile it was quiet. You watched Arthur cook in silence and noticed how much he struggled. You found it adorable how much he tried and you also admired him for it. No matter how many times he failed, he kept trying.
Arthur spoke and drew you out of your thoughts, “You know ____ I know I’m an awful chef but I hate how everyone has to announce it, not you though. You’ve always been so kind to me and I appreciate it.”
You stared at your British friend. Your face grew hot and you were glad he was turned around so he couldn’t see.
“Arthur.” You said, “You’re not a terrible cook because I can see that you’re trying and I admire you for that!”
He turned to you and his face was as flushed as your’s.
“____? Do you really mean that?”
“Of course Arthur.” You told him.
He dropped everything he was holding and ran over to you. He hugged you tight.
“Arthur!” You said surprised, “What’s wrong.”
“Will girlfriend be my you!!!” He yelled.
You stared, “Uh what?”
“I mean will you be my girlfriend!” He said embarrassed.
You brushed your fingers through his hair, “Yes Arthur.”
He kissed you and you smiled brightly. You then realized he left the scones in the oven.
“Arthur the scones….Arthur? Arthur!” You yelled.
He wouldn’t stop hugging and kissing you, “Screw the scones!”