~'Nice guys finish last
that's, why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really want to do but
You only date bad guys so, I'll give it my best try
to treat you the way you want me to'~
You were so excited for your with your long time crush, Alfred. He was always so sweet and happy all the time. You loved it! It would be good for you to get back into the dating game. It was a month after breaking up with that egotistic Prussian! He was considered a 'player' or a 'bad boy'.
You wore your (f/c) top with your (f/c) skirt and black heels. You curled your (h/l) (h/c) and put in your lucky hair clip.
Once you were ready to go, it was about time for Alfred to pick you up. He arrived about 30 minutes later and irritatingly knocked on your apartment door. You answered it with a smile but it faded in shock when you saw what he was wearing. His dress shirt was half open with a shiny gold chain attached. His ripped blue jeans falling off his waist and his nike sneakers covered in dirt.
"Hey _____! - I mean, Hey babe." Alfred said leaning against your door frame. "Sorry I'm late, I forgot."
I truth, he had been thinking about it for the past week.
Flash back Alfred POV~!!
I can't believe she said yes! I just finished asking out the girl f my dreams, ______. I've had a crush on her for ages! But I'm worried.
She used to date the school bad boy, 'zhe awesome' Gilbert. And I'm just a nice guy. What if ______ gets bored with me?! I started sweating slightly as I walked into my room and begun plotting.
I started rummaging through my drawers for my old gang clothing that I ditched when I met ______.
I'll become the guy ______ will love!
FLash back end~
~'I never open the door or pull out a chair
You can tell me how your day was but I don’t really care
And if you ever get cold, you’ll just have to hack it
Cause I’d be cold too if I gave you my jacket
You ain’t sitting up front
Front is for the homies, you can sit in the trunk
I never answer my phone whenever you call it
And when the waiter brings the bill
I never reach for my wallet'~
"H-hey Alfred." you shuddered slightly. Alfred pulled you out of the house into the crisp air and to his black mercedes. You were about to open the front door when Alfred's voice stopped you.
"Woah babe! What do you think you're doing?" he asked with a smirk.
"Getting in your car?" you asked slightly annoyed.
"Your funny! Yeah, you see doll, the front is for the homies only. You can sit in the back." he laughed making his way around the car t his door. Your (e/c) widened, obviously hurt but did as he said.
Of course, that hurt didn't miss the Americans eyes.
The entire car ride consisted of Alfred telling you about his day, and how 'bad ass' he is.
'Sure as hell got the ass part right' you thought grimly to yourself.
After a while of driving, Alfred parked into the lot of an old restaurant building. The building itself looked rather rundown and dusty. But hey, never judge a book by its cover right?
Alfred got out his car and started walking into the restaurant. You quickly caught up with him only to be hit by the door. When you entered the dimly lit place, Al was already ordering the waitress to find a table.
The hostess seated you two in the corner of the restaurant and handed you each a menu and silverware. You shifted awkwardly in the uncomfortable chair and tried t make small talk.
"Guess what? In class today, Mr. Tomilson-" you started only to have Alfred cut you off.
"Babe, no need to tell me."
Hurt again, you kept your eyes on the menu, hoping this date would end soon.
Alfred noticed this and couldn't help but feel guilty.
~'And Imma beat you in every competition
Going out with the girls, you better get my permission
Wait no! I take that back, you can’t go
House is on tonight and that’s my favorite show
"Do I look fat in this dress?"
Hell yeah! You do!
Wait let me speak your language
Cows go mooo, mooo, mooo, mooo, mooo'~
After you both finished eating, Alfred took you over to his house to chill. But it wasn't as fun as planned. All Alfred did was play video games! You tried playing once but he would just beat you and gloat about it. So you just entertained yourself with a magazine. You slowly found yourself drifting off to sleep.
I couldn't help but notice _____ didn't seem like she was having a good time. I was doing everything right! The bad boy way! I remembered Gil always bragging abut how he treated her like this. Isn't this what I'm supposed to do?
I turned around to see name sleeping soundly with a slight frown grazing her features. I felt bad that I was the cause f this frown. Time to step it up!
It was about an hour later and you found yourself bored out of you mind. Just then, your phone went off and signaled you got a text.
It was your friend. She asked where the hell you were. It was already 10:30pm and you promised to meet her at 10:00pm!
"Umm, Alfred. Sorry, I promised I would meet (friends name) at 10:00 to work on our project after the date." you were making your way to his door when His iron grip n your wrist made you stop.
"Yeah no. You didn't ask my permission if you could go. And I say no. C'mon, lets watch some Tv." the American said trying to pull you along but you wouldn't budge. You had enough!
"Excuse me? I have to ask your permission?! Who the hell do you think you are?!" you shouted at him. You got out of his grip and stomped out the door.
"_____! Wait!" Alfred said running out after you. He grabbed onto your shoulder only to have you turn around and smack him.
"I thought you were nice! Your just like Gilbert!" you walked off again.
"_____" You heard him say sadly. you turned on last time and said.
"Screw you Jones!" and with that, you ran down to the bus stop and went home.
~'But behind the scenes, she means the world to me
I wanna tell her that she’s beautiful
And show her that she’s loved
Hold her hand when she’s scared
Tell her how much I care'~
I watched _____run down the street with tears in her eyes.
'Just like Gilbert' those words echoed in my head. So that's why they broke up?! Oh man! I have to d something to make this right. I really like her.
I will make this right!
You woke up in the morning after a long night of crying. You thought he was a nice guy! But as usual, you were wrong.
You took a quick shower and brushed your teeth. You pulled on a black tank top and baggy grey sweat pants, not like you had any plans to go anywhere today.
After you turned on the Tv, there was a small knock on the door. You peeled yourself off your large sofa and answered the door only to have a bundle of sunflowers shoved in your face.
"What?" you lowered the flowers to see Alfred. He looked the Alfred you normally see. He wore his Captain American t-shirt and his jeans that actually fit him. He had a small blush spread across his cheeks.
"Alfred? What are you do here?" you asked a little angry.
"_______, I'm so sorry for the way I treated you last night, I was trying to be someone I'm not. Please give me another chance." he said as he big blue eyes pleaded.
You smiled and hugged him tight. He was shocked at first but wrapped his arms around you tight.
"Of course Al!" you went on your toes and kissed him on the lips.
"Thank you." he said brining you as close as possible.
~'Nice guys finish last that’s why I’ll treat you like trash
Not what I really want to do
Oh.. You only date bad guys so I’ll give you my best try
To treat you the way you want me to'~