AlfredxReader- Dear Diary

You are about to finish the last few details on your drawing when the doorbell rang. You leap up from your seat and dash down the stairs.

"I GOT IT!" You yell at the top of your lungs. Not that anyone else was even trying to get the door. That was your job. You open the door to find a handsome young man with short blonde hair, a cute little cowlick and sparkling blue eyes awaiting you.

"Hey, Dude!" He greets you, holding up some video games, "I found these on sale at Game Stop. Want to try 'em out with me?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Hell yes!" You squeal, "But hang on just a minute, I have some chores that I was supposed to do. Make yourself feel at home though, Alfy." You walk inside, leaving him to close the door. "Snacks are in the kitchen and the TV in the den has the xbox set up. But whatever you do, stay out of my room." You instruct him over your shoulder.

He couldn't go in your room. You had left the drawing out in the open… The drawing of him. A shiver ran up your spine. You had always kind of liked Alfred- it was hard not to, I mean come on… He was smokin'! But recently he was a bit more on your mind. You had even written in your diary about him. Oh God! The diary… It was sitting right on your bed. He better listen to you this time and stay out of your room….

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Alfred looks around the kitchen, grabbing a piece of candy out of the bowl on top of your fridge. He pops it in his mouth, chewing slowly. 'Why did she want me out of her room…?' He muses, 'It would be a shame if…. I never… found out.' A grin spreads across his face. He sneaks quietly up the big wooden staircase as you are busying yourself with the dishes. Alfred opens your door slowly and creeps in. His eyes are immediately drawn to the picture on your desk.

'What's this…?' he thinks, picking up the piece of paper. He lets out an unmanly little yelp, dropping the paper. An almost perfect replica of himself stares back at him. '_____... What kind of freakish hobby have you picked up, Dude?' he asks himself. He backs up, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his temples. His gaze drops to a little book on top of the covers. He picks it up gently, opening it to a bookmarked page…

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"Alfred!" you call, "The chores are done! It's time to play some games! Alfred….?" You walk into the kitchen: No Alfred. And then you check the den. Still nothing… And then it hits you. 'Oh no… The drawing.'

"ALFRED!" You shriek. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" You thunder up the stairs as quick as a bullet, charging into your bedroom to find your friend sitting on the bed, reading your diary. Your eyes flick to the desk. The drawing wasn't there…. Oh no.

"Oh, hey, _____." Alfred says nonchalantly, "Nice diary you have here… Real interesting."

"Alfy, it's not what you think." You blurt.

"Uh huh… Say, do I really have a nice ass? I always thought it was kind of flabby." He grins wickedly at you.

You groan, "You little… I was… I didn't…" You trail off, covering your face with your hands to hide the oncoming blush.

Strong arms wrap around you and you look up to see Alfred smiling down at you, big blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "It's okay, Dude… This makes things a whole bunch easier!" He chuckles.

"E-Easier?" You ask, puzzled.

"Yeah…" He leans down and before you even know what's happening his lips are on yours. His breath tastes like candy and cheeseburgers… Like Alfred.
But you still have to ask… "Are you sure you like me too?"

He just laughs. "Hell yeah, Dude! Superman's always gotta have his Lois, right?"

"Right." You smile up at him, leaning in for another kiss.