It happened again. Alfreds hand somehow made its way into Arthurs. Maybe it was an act of friendship, or comfort? No, this time, probably security. Alfred never wanted to hurt Arthur like that again, afraid Arthur would leave. And Arthur? Honestly he just loved the feel of his hand in Alfreds, though he would never say that...

The rest of the day was uneventful, And surprisingly quiet between the duo, but it was a comforting quiet. Relaxing.

As the bell rang, and Alfred exited his last class of the day, he finds himself not running, or skipping, but walking. Arthur spots him, and waves, Alfred takes one of his two hands out of his pants pockets, to wave back.

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The two make it to the movies in tact. Alfred parked his car away a fair walking distance. His excuse is, that he feels uncomfortable opening his car next to someone elses. Strange, but understandable.

To say Arthur was nervous? Would be an understatement!! Every nerve in his body was prickling with anxiety, and stress.

Alfred on the other hand, was happy, and relaxed. Though that nagging threat from Ivan replayed in the back of his mind on loop, giving him goosebumps every now and again, making him casually peer over his shoulder.

Now...why would Alfred hang out with Arthur OUTSIDE of school, after he was strictly told not too? Becuase he doesn't give a rats ass. He....he trusts Arthur. He trusts that no matter how much dirt Ivan has on him, Arthur will remain friends with him...hopefully...

The two enter the movie theater, and one movie rings out to Alfred.

"Deadpool." Alfred stopped dead in his tracks, making Arthur bump into his back. He stood In front of the 5 movie posters that would be available to the two.

Arthur huffed and rubbed his nose in slight annoyance. He stepped out from behind Alfred to see the poster he was referring too. "What?"

Alfred turned to Arthur, a wide grin splashed across his face.

"DEADPOOL."

Arthur looked closer at the poster before him, a slight frown curving his lips. 'An action comedy? Seriously?'

Alfred looked at him with a playful gleam in his eyes. "Come on I've been itching to see this movie."

Arthur sighed, and reluctantly nodded. 'Not very romantic...well it's not a date, at all, so why should it be romantic. Thats right, its not a date. Psh. Or...a date as in, two platonic friends platonicly meeting up to platonicly watch a platonic movie.'

Arthur let Alfred drag him around to the ticket stand, then to the snack bar, where three large containers of popcorn were purchased along with two sodas, 3 candy bars of varying varieties, and a single water for him. The draging led him eventually to the third row in the FRONT, of the theater. The movie had been out for a month or so, so...there wasnt many people in the seats....in fact, the total body cound had to be at the most, 8 people. Arthur looked at Alfred confused, and amused. Somehow reading Arthurs mind he answered the unspoken question.

"When I'm up close, I feel like I'm in the movie. I came to watch it on the BIG screen and god damn it its gonna be BIG." Alfred smiled and looked at the screen, almost challenging the picturless wall in front of him. Arthur chuckled at him, and sat down comfortably next to him.

After the movie had been playing for quite some time, Alfred cheering at the red suited man dodging this way and that, a particularly loud explosion went off, Arthur jumped a little, caught off gaurd. Alfred laughed again, bubbly as ever...

But something was off.

Something wasnt right.

Arthur felt eyes on the back of his head, the hair on his neck stood on end. And he looked behind him. The dark theatre was all that met his eyes. No one in particular stood out. He shook it off and turned back to the screen. Suprised again when another explosion went off. Alfred cheerd much to the dismay of the other movie patrons. He looked over at Arthur, his smile still bright.

"Ist this awesome?! Dude, he's gotta be the coolest guy ever!!"

Arthur nodded. Still slightly distracted by that unsettling feeling in his stomach.

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Alfred stands and stretches, earning a few pops from his stiff joints in response. They leave the movie theatre tired, and happy. Arthurs feeling had faded away earlier, and instead, was feeling quite refreshed.

It was still a little early. Around 5:30 pm. Seeing as they got to the movies at 3.

"Hey Artie, hows about we go eat at the Chinese buffet 'cross the street?" Alfred looked to his side at Arthur.

Arthurs heart sped up again as he locked eyes woth his lov- ....his friend. His response to said heart, was to punch himself in the chest. He coughed, trying to cover up the fact that he just fucking punched himself in the left nipple for no REASON.

'Dinner too?! Okay, calm down Arthur, hes probably....starving. Thats why, and why not I tag along? Yes, absolutely platonic.'

"Eh. Ehem!! Ah, I'd love too."
'Smooth Arthur...'

Alfred smiled. "Good, you must be hungry, all you had was a water at the theater. Haha, my treat, kay?"

Arthur then proceeded to chant a certain, platonic, 8 letter word in his head, as Alfred slipped his hand into his own.

A figure in the distance watched them. Scowling at the obviously "platonic" duo.