America X Reader REQUEST

You never thought that Alfred F. Jones would ask you out.

You are in your last year of high school with Alfred. He is single-handily the most popular guy at your school. He plays football in the fall and baseball in the spring. All the cheerleaders are totally into him, and all of them are prettier and more popular than you are. You're the dorky girl with the glasses whose only talent is her ability to play many different instruments.

Honestly, the first time you met him, you were so tongue-tied, all you could do is say, "Uhh…"

You weren't even aware that he knew your name.

You remember the morning perfectly. It was before first bell, and you were sitting in the library with two of your best friends, talking excitedly about the four-day field trip those in Band and Chorus were taking to the beach for a concert. You had your hair loose, wearing your usual choice for the uniform (skirt, knee-highs, shirt tucked in with a blazer).

"Go," you heard someone whisper, and the three of you looked up at who it was. "Stop being a wimp! Go ask her!" the same voice hissed as the boy pushed a shaking Alfred over.

He was trembling slightly, but he held a smile. He took the seat next to you, lowering his eyes on the table. "___-________?"

It is unusual to see him so…nervous.

"Yes?" you asked as you exchange a confused glance with your two friends. "Do you need something?"

"Ah! Do I….need…something… Yes! Um, I need to ask you something."

"A-all right," you said, very aware that you were still as awkward and shy as you were when you first met him nearly five months earlier.

"_______," he begins slowly, but he then rushes the next part, "wouldyouliketogoonadatewithme?"

"P-pardon?" You had absolutely barely comprehended even a third of his question.

"Ahh! Never mind!" he shouted before rushing away.

Later, one of the cheerleaders came up to you and handed you a paper. She seemed kind of annoyed, but she did it anyway.

Thanking her and opening the note, the words, in Alfred's scrawled handwriting, read, Do you want to go on a date with me, _______?

You showed your friends, and they urged you to say yes.

So you wrote your answer on the paper and had Hanna, one of your friends, give it to him during her second period class. They had that period together.

He kept glancing over at you during lunch until his friends finally made him come over.

"A-about the date…" he began as he took a seat in front of you.

You half-expected him to say it was a joke.

"Y-yes?"

"U-um…I n-need your…your address." His voice squeaked on the word address. This was so odd. "So…I can pick you up…?"

"O-oh!" You rushed to find some paper in your book bag, producing a sheet with old math homework and a pen. You tore off a piece and quickly wrote down the address. "H-here!" you said, holding out the paper. He took it, and you both blushed when your fingers touched. "A-around what…time?"

He smiled when he said this, his blue eyes sparkling. "Five."

You felt incredibly awesome inside as you watched him step away.

***

"So, this Alfred, is he related to Arthur?" your brother asks as he watches you do your make-up.

"Oui, son frère aîné," you answer him in your native tongue.

"Mmm, I don't like Arthur," Francis says.

You laugh out loud before putting on your glasses. "Cher frère, I know~ But this is not Arthur! It's Alfred."

"They could be exactly the same! ________!"

You giggle and pat his face. "Brother, you're so funny~ Don't worry, you're still my favorite person! Besides, I am your younger sister, and I don't act like you, do I?"

"Vous avez raison," he sighs as he pinches your cheeks to make them rosier than they already are. "Good luck, ma chérie." And Francis kisses your forehead.

"__________? A boy is outside, waiting for you, and he is terribly cute!~" your mother calls from downstairs.

You open your arms, revealing your peach cardigan and rosy, frilly shirt paired with dark rinse skinny jeans and tan ankle boots. "Oui?" you ask your brother, asking for his opinion.

"Tu es belle, ma petite soeur," says he.

You give him a quick hug before you nearly run down the stairs, ready for your date.

***

Alfred has brought you to possibly the cutest ice cream shop. You are both dressed casual, but with a bit of elegance and extra-cleanliness.

This is after the movie, where you picked a scary movie to watch. You love scary movies to death, though you're a terrible wimp…and luckily, so is Alfred! You both laughed over your fear, and you two held hands all the way to the ice cream shop that's a few stores down from the theater.

He orders the biggest item they offer on the menu and lets you order something yourself. You two await at a booth for your ice cream.

Awkward silence.

"So…your brother is Francis Bonnefoy, huh? My brother talks a lot about him…" Alfred attempts.

"Not fondly, huh?" You find yourself laughing a bit. "My brother as well."

A waitress places your orders in front of the both of you and hands the each of you spoons.

"Do you know what I've always wondered?" Alfred suddenly blurts as he takes the cherry off the top of his food. "How people tie a knot with their tongue. That looks insanely hard."

You giggle. "No, it isn't." You take your cherry and bite off the cherry. He gives you an odd look before you swallow the cherry and place the stem into your tongue. You are quite sure you look odd in front of Alfred, fiddling the stem in your mouth, but within seconds, you've done it, and you stick your tongue out, proving to him the cherry stem knot. You take it off, placing it down on a napkin. "See? Big brother taught me."

His face is incredibly red. "That…was incredibly hot!" he blurts before he starts to laugh. He has a dramatic laugh, one you've heard plenty of time in the hallway.

You are the color of your shirt. "O-oh. Y-yeah. Aha, um…"

"Can you do that again?" he asks, his eyes getting all excited.

"Um, sure…?" You take another one of your cherries and do the same thing with the stem.

This is so amusing for Alfred. "That is so cool! Wow, you're awesome!" He turns to the couple behind him, interrupting their snuggling. "My girlfriend can tie a cherry stem into a knot!"

Your heart rapidly increases. "G-girlfriend?"

Oh, my…

He turns back to you, the color draining from his face. He tries to laugh it off. "Aha~ Yeah, I…must've gotten carried away… You…you're not…my girlfriend."

You decide to make a bold move. The cherry stem knotting is getting into your brain. "Do you want me to be?"

He is blushing over you!~ "W-well…yeah, but—"

"Then I'm your girlfriend," you reply promptly.

You have no idea how happy you've made him. "Really? But…but do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You lower your eyes, watching the sides of your ice cream beginning to melt. "W-well, y-yes. Every girl wants to be your girlfriend, Alfred."

"But I only want one to be mine…and she's you." He reaches across the table, lightly touching my cheek. "I...was kind of surprised when you said yes to my date proposal."

"Why?"

"BecauseyouaresoprettyandsmartandIamreallynotanythinglikeyou!" he says rapidly. After seeing your confused look, he repeats himself, and slowly this time. "Because you are so pretty and smart and I am really not anything like you."

"Why do you want to be like me?"

"Because I'm just a dumb jock…" he mumbles sheepishly. "I…I want to be the kind of person you like…but unlike everyone else, you've never come up to me to talk to me. You never seem to care about what I do or what I play or anything. But I've always noticed you, even when I first met you after you transferred in last fall."

After your parents divorced nearly three years ago, your father took you with him, and Francis stayed with your mother here. Your brother and you have always been close, despite the distance. After your father was arrested for a rather stupid crime, you were sent back to living with your mother, which is why you transferred in midway through October.

"I'm surprised you notice me. The only time I'm ever noticed is at a band concert or a recital…"

"Well, honestly, I decided I wanted you to be my girlfriend the first day I met you." You raise an eyebrow. "Do you know how some teacher's make you make a notebook for their class, and the front is always decorated with things that are important to you? Your friend, Hanna, I think, has this one picture on there with just you on hers, and I saw it the morning before I met you." You have known Hanna since you two were little. She has always been your best friend, so it makes sense that she'd have a picture of you. "Your hair is slightly shorter and a bit wavier. Your eyes sparkle in green. And you have a grin on your face, making a cute, little peace sign. I remember seeing the picture and thinking, 'Wow, this has to be the prettiest girl ever.' And so I decided I wanted to be your boyfriend."

"But…that was nearly five months ago. I can't believe after all this time…you…like me…"

"Well, I always see you in the hallway and—"

"And all the girlfriends you've had?"

"Well, even after I'd introduce myself and try to talk to you, you would ignore me—"

"Because I'm shy! You make me nervous! And…and…more than most people. Because I like you back…"

A goofy smile spreads on his face. "R-really?"

"Why do you think I said yes?"

And nothing can stop him from kissing you.

He actually leans over the table and plants one smack down in the center of your lips, and he doesn't even seem to notice the ice cream that smears on his shirt.

All he notices is the sweet scent of brown sugar lotion on your skin and how flushed your cheeks are, how soft your lips feel.

And he loves it, loves…you.