The Epitome of Class

SUPERSTAR AU

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Alfred said looking at his shoes, normally he would have shook his hand but that seemed like a pretty silly thing to do after he had already like, saved his life or whatever. It was pretty impossible to believe that had happened still. “That was pretty good, out there- I’m sorry but are you sure you’re the same person?” Alfred asked mid-sentence. It would be a pretty elaborate prank, but he did seem to be actually injured.  

“Thank you, and yes, I’m…quite sure I’m the one who got shot in your store,” Arthur answered with a wince. Another awkwardly pregnant silence fell between them, and was Arthur terrible at small talk. “Thanks again for you know…stepping in like that…” he almost muttered, taking interest in the floor. “And…thanks for showing up for the show. Honestly I thought you weren’t going to show up at all.” His ears tinged a deep red, “I mean, not that I was expecting you to show up in the first place. You didn’t seem like the type-“

“I really just came to see you again,” Alfred said without thinking. Pausing with his mouth open he re-winded what he just said in his head and blushed, “I just meant that I wanted to know who you are, I mean- for sure. I don’t know.” Wow nice going Jones, way to be awkward. “I’m probably not making a lot of sense here,” Alfred said with his signature dorky smile. “I also wanted to make sure you were okay,” he continued with a shrug. By this point he knew he was babbling and he just couldn’t stop for the life of him.

Arthur stiffened, ears getting hot as he mumbled another thanks, before Gilbert shouted over to bring the new guy over for a couple of drinks. "He was on the news, right?" Quickly, dragging a hands across his face, Arthur turned back to Alfred. "I hope you wouldn't mind?" he asked hopefully, subconsciously taking Alfred by the arm and lightly pulling him in the direction of the parking lot. 

Give the most inaccurate description of me you can think of.

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“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Alfred said looking at his shoes, normally he would have shook his hand but that seemed like a pretty silly thing to do after he had already like, saved his life or whatever. It was pretty impossible to believe that had happened still. “That was pretty good, out there- I’m sorry but are you sure you’re the same person?” Alfred asked mid-sentence. It would be a pretty elaborate prank, but he did seem to be actually injured.  

"Thank you, and yes, I'm...quite sure I'm the one who got shot in your store," Arthur answered with a wince. Another awkwardly pregnant silence fell between them, and was Arthur terrible at small talk. "Thanks again for you know...stepping in like that..." he almost muttered, taking interest in the floor. "And...thanks for showing up for the show. Honestly I thought you weren't going to show up at all." His ears tinged a deep red, "I mean, not that I was expecting you to show up in the first place. You didn't seem like the type-"

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Don't tell me I've been doing it wrong this entire time. 

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Alfred’s face lit up when he saw the English man, he was already up walking around so he must have not gotten hurt very bad. Which was good, Alfred wouldn’t have been able to shake the feeling that maybe the robber wouldn’t have shot anyone if he hadn’t jumped on him. Then again, there was no telling what would have happened. “So-” Alfred began, before stopping. What do you say in this sort of situation? “You’re not dead,” he said looking him over. The hat was gone, and his clothes were different. Maybe his parents had come and brought him clothes? “I’m sorry but you still look really familiar.”

“Yeah, I’m not dead,” Arthur said with an underlying laugh, ignoring his familiarity comment. “Thanks to you at least,” he added, resting a hand where they had patched him up, while reaching for something in his back pocket with the other. “Which is why I wanted to give you this, you know, for saving my life and everything,” explained Arthur as he handed Alfred a pair of concert tickets and backstage passes. “It’s the best I can do…for now at least. You don’t even have to go to our concert, it’ll get you into anyone playing at the venue not too far from here,” he trailed off awkwardly into a silence, looking everywhere but Alfred until he was called to follow back to the tour bus, giving a small good-bye to the American before he left down the hallway. 

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Laughing as the guy slurred some words together and passed out, Alfred leaned his head against the cold metal of the door and tried to think over what had just happened. In a way, he was glad that he had taken Matthew’s shift. Who knows what would have happened if his brother had been there instead of him? That brought him around to what his parents were gunna say, he could almost hear mom going on about how stupid that was and how he could have died. The ambulance came to a stop suddenly and Alfred’s head thwacked against the door, then everyone inside was rushing around again. He was helped out of the ambulance and led away from the the vehicle before he was ushered into a small hospital examination room. The bruising was pretty bad around his neck, but there was nothing they could do for his voice aside from recommending that he drank cold liquids until the swelling went down and if the problem persisted he was supposed to call a doctor about it. As soon as he was cleared he set about figuring out where they had taken the british guy, and he had to charm his way through about five nurses before he found out where he was. 

Alfred’s face lit up when he saw the English man, he was already up walking around so he must have not gotten hurt very bad. Which was good, Alfred wouldn’t have been able to shake the feeling that maybe the robber wouldn’t have shot anyone if he hadn’t jumped on him. Then again, there was no telling what would have happened. “So-” Alfred began, before stopping. What do you say in this sort of situation? “You’re not dead,” he said looking him over. The hat was gone, and his clothes were different. Maybe his parents had come and brought him clothes? “I’m sorry but you still look really familiar.”

"Yeah, I'm not dead," Arthur said with an underlying laugh, ignoring his familiarity comment. "Thanks to you at least," he added, resting a hand where they had patched him up, while reaching for something in his back pocket with the other. "Which is why I wanted to give you this, you know, for saving my life and everything," explained Arthur as he handed Alfred a pair of concert tickets and backstage passes. "It's the best I can do...for now at least. You don't even have to go to our concert, it'll get you into anyone playing at the venue not too far from here," he trailed off awkwardly into a silence, looking everywhere but Alfred until he was called to follow back to the tour bus, giving a small good-bye to the American before he left down the hallway. 

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“Do I look okay?” Arthur strained through his teeth, clutching his side tighter. “I think I just got bloody shot and you’re going to ask names like we’re…at some sort of dinner affair?” he gasped for air as he finished his scolding, swearing some more as he heard sirens nearing. If this got any sort of press he would never hear the end of it. 

“No. Shit you don’t look okay, but if you pass out from blood loss I would have to tell the docs who you were,” Alfred said reaching forward to press against the man’s wound. Shit. He wasn’t a first responder or anything but he had read Matthew’s book a few times and it said to keep pressure on the wound, right? You were supposed to be wearing gloves and all sorts of shit to but he didn’t have those kinds of luxuries. “I swear America’s not always like this,” he said as the cops started coming in, Alfred had to start explaining everything fast as the guns were point first at them. He explained most of the attack before his voice failed and the paramedics demanded that they treat him. It was like a three ring circus and it only got worse when the news vans arrived. They were just a small town outside DC, but they still had two news networks and the street outside the shop was chaos. He dreaded facing his mom after this. She would be so pissed. He was grateful to be swept inside the ambulance that they were putting the British guy in, and relished in the quite inside as the doors were shut and it started to move. “I still didn’t get your name,” he said sleeply, “M’ Alfred F Jones.” 

The next few minutes were a rush, and overwhelming at that. Arthur protested at being carried into an ambulance, claiming his wound really wasn’t that bad, but almost fell over when he tried to move on his own and was carried anyway, the paramedics saying something about shock. Once loaded into the vehicle and the adrenaline finished it’s course, the entire thing started blurring together. One moment a paramedic was getting his information from the ID in his wallet and asking simple questions, then the next it was the shopkeep, introducing himself as Alfred and then asking for his name yet again. It was a humiliating moment, Arthur trying to speak his own name for a (now that he had gotten a proper look at him) rather attractive young man who very well just saved his life, with his favorite jumper absolutely ruined. He must have made some sort of incoherent answer, because he heard his own voice, yet sound and color was all melting together before he finally blacked out completely. 

Laughing as the guy slurred some words together and passed out, Alfred leaned his head against the cold metal of the door and tried to think over what had just happened. In a way, he was glad that he had taken Matthew’s shift. Who knows what would have happened if his brother had been there instead of him? That brought him around to what his parents were gunna say, he could almost hear mom going on about how stupid that was and how he could have died. The ambulance came to a stop suddenly and Alfred’s head thwacked against the door, then everyone inside was rushing around again. He was helped out of the ambulance and led away from the the vehicle before he was ushered into a small hospital examination room. The bruising was pretty bad around his neck, but there was nothing they could do for his voice aside from recommending that he drank cold liquids until the swelling went down and if the problem persisted he was supposed to call a doctor about it. As soon as he was cleared he set about figuring out where they had taken the british guy, and he had to charm his way through about five nurses before he found out where he was. 

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“Do I look okay?” Arthur strained through his teeth, clutching his side tighter. “I think I just got bloody shot and you’re going to ask names like we’re…at some sort of dinner affair?” he gasped for air as he finished his scolding, swearing some more as he heard sirens nearing. If this got any sort of press he would never hear the end of it. 

“No. Shit you don’t look okay, but if you pass out from blood loss I would have to tell the docs who you were,” Alfred said reaching forward to press against the man’s wound. Shit. He wasn’t a first responder or anything but he had read Matthew’s book a few times and it said to keep pressure on the wound, right? You were supposed to be wearing gloves and all sorts of shit to but he didn’t have those kinds of luxuries. “I swear America’s not always like this,” he said as the cops started coming in, Alfred had to start explaining everything fast as the guns were point first at them. He explained most of the attack before his voice failed and the paramedics demanded that they treat him. It was like a three ring circus and it only got worse when the news vans arrived. They were just a small town outside DC, but they still had two news networks and the street outside the shop was chaos. He dreaded facing his mom after this. She would be so pissed. He was grateful to be swept inside the ambulance that they were putting the British guy in, and relished in the quite inside as the doors were shut and it started to move. “I still didn’t get your name,” he said sleeply, “M’ Alfred F Jones.” 

The next few minutes were a rush, and overwhelming at that. Arthur protested at being carried into an ambulance, claiming his wound really wasn't that bad, but almost fell over when he tried to move on his own and was carried anyway, the paramedics saying something about shock. Once loaded into the vehicle and the adrenaline finished it's course, the entire thing started blurring together. One moment a paramedic was getting his information from the ID in his wallet and asking simple questions, then the next it was the shopkeep, introducing himself as Alfred and then asking for his name yet again. It was a humiliating moment, Arthur trying to speak his own name for a (now that he had gotten a proper look at him) rather attractive young man who very well just saved his life, with his favorite jumper absolutely ruined. He must have made some sort of incoherent answer, because he heard his own voice, yet sound and color was all melting together before he finally blacked out completely. 

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Really? He was just coming by to pickup some tea? And he was English. That was all he had to go off of? Great. Wonderful. Alfred was about to concede defeat when something else through him for a lurch. He saw someone walk by the windows, someone who he recognized from the local news a few weeks ago. Apparently he had held up a bunch of convenience stores and they had been seeking any sort of information on the guy from the footage. Alfred wanted to tell Arthur to run but before he could the man entered the store. Shit shit shit shit, think Jones. The man stopped just inside the door, preventing the British guy from leaving. 

To be quite honest, all Arthur was focused on was getting back to his tour bus and proceeding to beat the living shit out of his mates for purposely dumping his tea back across the pond. He hardly took notice to the other figure entering the store until he blocked the entry way. With a firm look of disapproval, he tried to get by, asking the man to move aside, in a tone that could be taken as rather cross.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he really just? Alfred was frozen for a second before he launched forward at the man as he withdrew the gun from his pocket. It was stupid, he knew that, but he had to do it. Something told him to do it. Blood rushed against his ears and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat as he tackled the man to the ground and tried to slam the gun out of his hand. As soon as the gun fell to the floor Alfred realized that he had only thought this plan halfway through, and he had no idea how he was going to restrain this guy. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to restrain him with his own strength. A hand closed around his windpipe as the robber tried to flip him over, and Alfred’s hands were too busy with the other other hand. Was the a knife in it? He wasn’t really sure. Suddenly, he remembered something from a video game when he had to used the environment as a weapon when disarmed. Letting the man sit up a bit, Alfred pushed him back down with all his weight, and cracked the robber’s head against the tiles. It worked like a charm in helping to knock out the man, or- worse, but Alfred didn’t want to think about that. Instead he just scrambled backwards away from the body, until his back hit the counter where he rang up groceries. Hands reaching up to rub at his neck, Alfred looked around for the English dude. “You okay?” he coughed shakily. 

Arthur stood wide-eyed at what had just happened before him, shaking his head to pull himself back to a bit of reality. He was about to answer that he was fine, before a nagging pain became known in his side. Hunching over to try and ease it, he put a hand to the source, pulling it back to find his fingers graced with blood. “Fuck,” he swore, trying to ease a trembling breath. It didn’t seem bad, he thought through clenched teeth, just hurts like Hell is all. 

“Oh my god, holy shit. Oh fuck, are you okay?” Alfred said forcing himself up with the help of the counter. He was still shaking, but he was strong enough to walk over to the British guy. “I don’t even know your name,” Alfred laughed hoarsely. Fuck that guy had been really close to crushing his throat. Just. Fuck. Had that all really just happened? He could hear sirens in the distance, someone must have called the cops when they heard the gunshot. 

"Do I look okay?" Arthur strained through his teeth, clutching his side tighter. "I think I just got bloody shot and you're going to ask names like we're...at some sort of dinner affair?" he gasped for air as he finished his scolding, swearing some more as he heard sirens nearing. If this got any sort of press he would never hear the end of it. 

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Really? He was just coming by to pickup some tea? And he was English. That was all he had to go off of? Great. Wonderful. Alfred was about to concede defeat when something else through him for a lurch. He saw someone walk by the windows, someone who he recognized from the local news a few weeks ago. Apparently he had held up a bunch of convenience stores and they had been seeking any sort of information on the guy from the footage. Alfred wanted to tell Arthur to run but before he could the man entered the store. Shit shit shit shit, think Jones. The man stopped just inside the door, preventing the British guy from leaving. 

To be quite honest, all Arthur was focused on was getting back to his tour bus and proceeding to beat the living shit out of his mates for purposely dumping his tea back across the pond. He hardly took notice to the other figure entering the store until he blocked the entry way. With a firm look of disapproval, he tried to get by, asking the man to move aside, in a tone that could be taken as rather cross.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he really just? Alfred was frozen for a second before he launched forward at the man as he withdrew the gun from his pocket. It was stupid, he knew that, but he had to do it. Something told him to do it. Blood rushed against his ears and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat as he tackled the man to the ground and tried to slam the gun out of his hand. As soon as the gun fell to the floor Alfred realized that he had only thought this plan halfway through, and he had no idea how he was going to restrain this guy. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to restrain him with his own strength. A hand closed around his windpipe as the robber tried to flip him over, and Alfred’s hands were too busy with the other other hand. Was the a knife in it? He wasn’t really sure. Suddenly, he remembered something from a video game when he had to used the environment as a weapon when disarmed. Letting the man sit up a bit, Alfred pushed him back down with all his weight, and cracked the robber’s head against the tiles. It worked like a charm in helping to knock out the man, or- worse, but Alfred didn’t want to think about that. Instead he just scrambled backwards away from the body, until his back hit the counter where he rang up groceries. Hands reaching up to rub at his neck, Alfred looked around for the English dude. “You okay?” he coughed shakily. 

Arthur stood wide-eyed at what had just happened before him, shaking his head to pull himself back to a bit of reality. He was about to answer that he was fine, before a nagging pain became known in his side. Hunching over to try and ease it, he put a hand to the source, pulling it back to find his fingers graced with blood. "Fuck," he swore, trying to ease a trembling breath. It didn't seem bad, he thought through clenched teeth, just hurts like Hell is all. 

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“Oh, you’re funny,” Arthur sneered at the boy’s jab, “but this will do.” Taking a box from the selection, he reached in his back pocket for his wallet and handed Alfred a ten dollar bill. “You can keep the change,” he added, as he started to head out of the shop, satisfied with his find.

Really? He was just coming by to pickup some tea? And he was English. That was all he had to go off of? Great. Wonderful. Alfred was about to concede defeat when something else through him for a lurch. He saw someone walk by the windows, someone who he recognized from the local news a few weeks ago. Apparently he had held up a bunch of convenience stores and they had been seeking any sort of information on the guy from the footage. Alfred wanted to tell Arthur to run but before he could the man entered the store. Shit shit shit shit, think Jones. The man stopped just inside the door, preventing the British guy from leaving. 

To be quite honest, all Arthur was focused on was getting back to his tour bus and proceeding to beat the living shit out of his mates for purposely dumping his tea back across the pond. He hardly took notice to the other figure entering the store until he blocked the entry way. With a firm look of disapproval, he tried to get by, asking the man to move aside, in a tone that could be taken as rather cross.

"Oh, you're funny," Arthur sneered at the boy's jab, "but this will do." Taking a box from the selection, he reached in his back pocket for his wallet and handed Alfred a ten dollar bill. "You can keep the change," he added, as he started to head out of the shop, satisfied with his find.

High school AU @thatgentlemanhasclass