Of course Arthur knows how to relax – he owns a pair of ‘chill out!’-boxers for those rare times when he goes to bed with a cup of hot chocolate (not tea, tea is for everyday life, chocolate is a treat) and just lies there for hours reading Cosmo. But CaptainUSA4sexy might be wearing socks more expensive than Arthur’s laptop, so he does not dare to unwind too much. Just in case, you know. So he’s put on his suit for this special moment. His shoes are new and shined and too small, and his heel has started to bleed.
Two months earlier he learned to know the face behind mysterious CaptainUSA4sexy. An American, needless to say, with big blue eyes like a baby’s, but a body like a star (DiCaprio, not Oprah). Gosh, talk about luck! Arthur hadn’t started to play ‘Call of Duty’ online because he was any good, but because he was bored and needed to let his right hand relax for a moment. 19 years old, have mercy. He’d only just learned how to shoot the gun and move around in the game while mentioned Captain had been playing for years. He was killed instantly by him, over and over and he reached a point where he searched up his e-mail and wrote him a long, annoyed mail about how to treat new players nicely. It had apparently amused him. At least he answered back and soon they were on Facebook, Twitter and MSN every day, chatting about the weather (raining in England, sunny in Florida), food (fish and chips compared to McD) and famous personalities (“no, I haven’t dined with the Queen..”). Soon the Captain (off screen: Alfred) showed off that he knew how to use his hands for more than gaming. Arthur soon followed. And now they are to meet.
Alfred has money, so he’s the one taking the plane and the train and the bus to see Arthur. It’s raining and Arthur’s holding on to his umbrella as he’s standing at the station shivering from the cold. He’s bought a box of English chocolates in case Alfred feels like having sweets and he’s started to worry that it has all been one big lie. Alfred should’ve arrived half an hour ago and the train isn’t late. It came and went away and he’s still standing there like a good boy. Blame it on good upbringing! – though he had it all taught to him by his brothers rather than his drunk daddy.
Arthur hardly has the money for taking the bus back home. Having lived by himself for more than a year he has a very tight budget. His fingers are crossed than Alfred will pay for half of all the expenses they’ll have while he’s staying. He knows he can afford it, but he will not have the courage to ask him for money. It seems cheap. But while he only has a little flat shared with another student, Alfred lives in a mansion with two bathrooms and a walk-in closet all to himself. Lucky! With the parents he was blessed with, it is no wonder he can stay at home playing ‘Call of Duty’ all day and turn into a professional. But considering their arguments, Alfred has some brain as well. He’s just not very good at using it.
Arthur checks the time again. It’s been more than 45 minutes now and there still is no sign of Alfred. He hasn’t even left a text nor called him about being late. He looks back at the bus stop. If he’s not there in five minutes, he’ll have to take the bus back home alone. It only runs once every hour and later the price will go up and he won’t be able to afford it. He checks the time again and lowers his umbrella to shadow for the rain. He feels cheated. He’d really been looking forward to meeting Alfred, but it seems Alfred has been playing his very own game with him. He knew Arthur had started to have a crush on him. Hell, his webcam never went off unless Alfred told him to turn it off. They’d been following each other intensely for weeks. But everything has an end. And it’s still raining.
Arthur is fed up. He turns around in a moment of determination, but he only gets to take a few steps before a text comes in. His phone vibrates and he opens the message from Alfred. He’s shaking. He fears the worst and the best and then he reads the text:
“U r beautiful xx.”
Arthur feels his breath getting caught up in his throat:
“Where are you? We need to catch the bus!” But as he looks up he notices him. He’s sitting by the bus stop as a wet silhouette. He has no umbrella and his blond hair is soaked, his shoes are stuck in a puddle but his smile is kind. He is his Captain, and Arthur feels his heart skip a beat. Then he receives another text and slowly walking towards Alfred as he gets up, Arthur reads:
“Ive been watchin u. Ur beautiful. And I think I caught a cold, lol xx.”
He hugs him before saying another word and he doesn’t even listen to whatever nonsense Alfred whispers into his ear (it certainly isn’t hello, but something about him being dorky in a suit) because his blood is rushing too quickly through his veins and it’s drowning out all other sounds. All he can do is to cling onto Alfred as the bigger man almost lifts him off of the ground to get underneath his umbrella and steal his chocolate at once. But Arthur slaps him with the box and huffs:
“Men with a cold should drink tea and not eat.” He expects a pout. He gets one. But it’s okay. His chill-out boxers are lying ready at home, so if Alfred knows how to, they can sneak into bed together and eat chocolate and read Cosmo. Alfred doesn’t seem to find the idea strange. He says he’s brought him Hershey’s and it’s horrible, but it’s okay. Because Alfred pays for his own bus ticket and holds his hand as if he means it.
Later Arthur joins the Captains team online.