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You breathed in deeply and smiled at your boyfriend. He was currently rolling on the ground with his dog. You shook your head at the American.
You and Alfred had been dating for two months and he was quite the childish boyfriend. Not that you minded though. He brought out the find side of you and it was never dull when you spent time with him. But on the other hand, Alfred was a bit too childish in the sense that he was innocent and wasn't that intimate. He had only just started kissing you recently and you were anxious to get more serious.
But that probably wasn't happening anytime soon. So, you were fine with what you had and spent most of your time with him.
"Hey Al, I've got to go study at the Library." You said, nudging him with your foot. Alfred whined in protest and hugged you.
"Are you sure?" he asked, giving you his puppy dog eyes. You groaned and pushed him away playfully.
"Yes, I have to. And don't give me that look or I'll never leave." He gave you his signature grin and kissed your cheek.
"Fine. I'll see you later then." You got up and walked out, blowing him a kiss, causing him to blush. You made your way over to the library and sat at a table with your books and began studying for your college finals.
You happened to glance up from your textbook sometime later and saw Arthur walking along the rows of books.
Arthur was a friend of Alfred's and you used to have quite the crush on him before you were dating Alfred. Actually, you still had a bit of a crush on him. You hadn't realized you were staring until he turned to you and smiled.
"Do you need something, love?" You snapped out of your trance and blushed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was staring." Arthur smiled and sat down across from you.
"So, how is your relationship with Alfred going?" You laughed.
"Fine, except for the fact that he is to oblivious." He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly. "He doesn't do anything romantic, almost as if he's afraid to." Arthur shook his head.
"Alfred does not know how to treat a woman." You kind of agreed with him on that.
"But I sure do." Arthur's hand rested on top of yours. A blush rose to your cheeks and you smiled at him. Your conscious was telling you it was wrong, that this would lead to no good, but you ignored it, craving the touch that wasn't only a hug or peck on the cheek.
"I don't doubt that." Arthur started to lean in towards you, his breath warm on your face. You copied the motion, closing your eyes.
When you lips met it was a wonderful feeling. He moved his lips against yours, capturing you in a tender kiss. Alfred had never kissed you quite like how Arthur was right now. It satisfied you in a way that Alfred wouldn't.
When the two of you broke for air a smile was plastered on your face. You felt giddy.
"Arthur, I really like you." You whispered. He grinned.
"And I really like you, too, _______." He leaned in once more and kissed you, putting a hand on your cheek and running his thumb over it.

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Alfred had his fingers intertwined with yours as you walked across the pier. You two had just spent the day at the carnival. He had won you a big stuffed teddy-bear, which was tucked under your arm, and had spent a good deal of money on you.
It was dark and the stars were winking at the both of you. Alfred took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the pier, dipping his feet into the water. You did the same and leaned back, enjoying the view. Alfred looked over at you, watching you carefully. You felt his gaze on you and looked at him.
"Yes?" you asked. Alfred bit his lip and slipped his hand over yours.
"_______, I kind of want to tell you something." You nodded. He breathed out heavily, as if nervous.
"I think I love you." You blinked, surprised at his words. Sure, you two had been dating for about five months now, but you were still on the fence about him and Arthur. Alfred had always been the person who takes you where you want to go and spends his time with you, talking and laughing. But Arthur was the person you could show your affections to. But now that you thought about it, that was all you could really do with Arthur. Guilt was setting in at the thought of how you had been sneaking around with your boyfriend's best friend.
It wasn't like you two had been to bed, but you two had gotten pretty handsy and such. You licked your lips and met Alfred's eyes. He was looking hopeful, waiting for you to say something.
"Alfred, I think I love you, too." He broke into a grin and kissed you firmly on the lips.
"I know I haven't been very touchy-feely or anything like that, but I just thought that maybe you would reject me." You kicked yourself mentally for ever getting with Arthur when Alfred was only nervous. "And I want to make it up to you somehow." He continued. All you could think at the moment, though, was how you were going to break it off with Arhtur.
You kissed Alfred again and stood up, grabbing your shoes. "Al, I have to go finish up something, alright? I will meet you back at my place in a little bit." You ruffled his hair and ran off down the dock.
Arthur answered his door immediately, smirking at you.
"Hello, love. I—"
"Arthur, I can't do this anymore." You told him quietly. He blinked at you, shocked at your words. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean that I might be in love with Alfred. And if I am, then this can't be happening." Arthur leaned on the doorframe, taking in your words.
"Can we at least have one last go at it, then?" he suggested. You sighed.
"Arthur, I'm sorry." At these words, you felt a bit broken as well. You may not have loved him, but you sure did have feelings for this man.
You walked back to your car and gave him one last glance before driving back to your apartment, to the one that you loved, even if he wasn't that intimate. You were in love with Alfred, not with Arthur.