Week 2: Alfred/Erzsebet

It was her birthday. Alfred chewed on his lower lip, deep in concentration and in desperate search for an idea to make Erzsebet happy. It needed to be something special, nothing too ordinary, nothing too safe and sweet as any other girl would prefer. Though it was given that such ambitions were linked to more or less frustrating difficulties. Starting from the lack of idea, which was definitely in no way connected to any poor creative ability.

In the end he had decided to ask her directly. It was perhaps better that way.

The reason why he was so eager to please that girl was in fact, and it wasn't too difficult to figure out, the adoring love he felt towards her. They had started as buddies, because really, Erzsebet was the best friend ever. Without fear, daring, funny, yet still feminine - that was Erzsebet. And...they were still buddies. Alfred had been aware of his feelings towards her since months ago, and he was sure that he was treating the girl differently now. He made several flirting attempts, but she remained oblivious.

Erzsebet's passion was homosexuality. How the heck was such a hobby even existing? Not that he had anything against his gay fellas out there, it was just quite unusual. She was always euphoric when she had spotted a gay couple, and sometimes Alfred had the impression that he only had a chance if he were gay.

"Stupid adorable girl," he murmured; more fondly than annoyed.

He rang the door bell of her house, placing a wide grin on his face. Should he sing Happy Birthday? No, better not embarrass himself in such early hour.

It was Erzsebet's birthday, and Alfred had promised to take her somewhere nice. She had to admit, she was intrigued. He had called her a set up this date at least a week ago. She had turned down several offers for tonight, just to go with Alfred.

God, she hoped she wasn't being patethic. Alfred was adorable, funny and handsome, and Erzsebet had a stupid little schoolgirl crush on him for the longest time. It was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. He was so...bright and young, and Erzsebet? She was old, so much older than him and yet here she was, turning down everyone else for a night with him, getting all dressed up and putting on make up and shit.

She sighed, ran her hands through her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look her age, none of the did, but she still felt...oh, and Alfred was always so childishly sweet. She was wearing a red dress and a pair of knee-length black boots. All in all, nice. Let's just hope he likes her.

Erzsebet heard the door bell and ran to open the door. There he was, grinning, blue eyed blonde looking as delicious as ever. She smiled brightly at him and hugged him with one hand.

"Hey, there, handsome."

The girl in front of him was gorgeous, there was nothing more appealing than to kiss her senseless at the moment. That is, if he were her boyfriend. But he wasn't. He only hugged her instead, stole a moment to take in her spring-like scent. "Happy Birthday!" He said cheerfully with a laugh. "Time is definitely spoiling you, you get cuter and cuter every year."

"So, ready for some fun, pretty lady?" He mocked her fondly.
First he had intended to take her to a fine restaurant, create a good atmosphere and then ask her about the present, but it was probably too boring for Erzsebet. No, it was definitely too boring for her.

"Now, where to begin the evening?" He pondered and jokingly added, "To the gay bar?"

Alfred laughed.