IAMAWESOOME

Tea Stains. --------------- You were walking towards a big convention center in the city. It was a cold autumn morning, the wind blowing through from various directions, making you shiver. 'Hope this is as grand as Aunt said." you muttered to yourself, bringing your (j/c) jacket closer to yourself as if to warm you and tightening your fluffy (s/c) warm scarf around your neck as you were walking from the train station to the convention. Yes, your auntie had gotten you tickets for a convention, one that you were really eager for and excited. She was like your best friend despite the age difference. It was a Tea Convention. You see, you ad

“One slice of strawberry cake please,” you ordered, watching the cashier take the cake out and place it on the counter. “You’re lucky. That’s the last one,” she smiled at you and held out her hand. You were just about to place the money on her hand, but out of nowhere another hand landed there and left a $5 note, a voice telling her to “Keep the change!” “Hey!” you called out, reaching for the person’s shoulder and turning him around, only to find out that you knew him. “(Name),” he stated. “Arthur,” you said back, just as bluntly. The two of you ju

'No sign of him yet.'  You bit your lip and sighed. Gazing up, you stared at the clock, waiting for him to arrive. After making a few circles back and forth along the old carpet floor, you finally looked up to your satisfaction to find the charming Brit walking over towards you. You've both set up an appointment to meet up here at the very last section of the library, where people, including faculty barely visited. It was like your secret place to escape to, purely vacant asking to serve some purpose and here was the perfect one. "Sorry to keep you waiting love.." The blond approached you closer. "I was starting to think you woul

You snuggled deeper into your overcoat as you headed toward the university. The crisp autumn atmosphere rolled all across England, meaning your evenings were now filled with hot chocolate and hearth fire. And Arthur, of course, who you were on your way to see now. Arthur really was the perfect boyfriend, a true gentleman straight out of a 19th century romance novel complete with perfect manners and the ability to dance. Before you started to date, he actually called your father and asked his permission to "court" you. His chivalry wasn't forced or investing, it was simply in Arthur's nature: He was never rude to you, he was always consider

Arthur smirked mentally as he watched your hesitation. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your fingers moved the chess piece on the board. You moved your hand away with a little reluctance, knowing that every move you seem to make would increase the likelihood of losing to Arthur. What was a day to have a relaxing day of afternoon tea with the British gentleman, you had somehow noticed the chess board, and had the strangest notion of playing with him. He obliged, of course, but warned that he wasn't going easy on you. In his house, you followed him to the sitting room, which consisted of two rather large, comfortable-looking chairs on eith