The troubles of being a romantic Chubby England X Chubby reader

FRIDAY!

(A/N: I had a dream last night where my laptop charger wasn't broken, and I wouldn't have to be typing this on my phone. But whateves. At least I can type it! So, let us continue!)

 

You opened your eyes as the alarm rang, a grumpy 'I don't wanna get out of bed, but have to' look on your face, as you turned the damned thing off.

Then, you shot up!

"IT IS FRIDAY!" you exclaimed, and quickly rushed out of the bed, quickly pulling the covers from your body and jumping out of bed got ready.

You wondered what your secret admirer left you, as you put in your uniform and chatted with the roses, fixed your hair and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"I look kinda pretty today." You smiled, and slung your backpack over your shoulder, opened the door and found roses, and another note.

You blushed as you read the note...

'My dear (Y/N)

I had to rewrite this note when I read yours...

Those words make me so happy! And I never really realized you had such a romantic side.. I wonder.. Who do you think I am? I hope I am who you think I am.. I really don't know what else to say love, I'm not quite good at things like this.. But.. Your note did make my cheeks flare.

sincerely,

Your secret admirer.'

Your cheeks went red, and a smile crossed your features, you put the note and roses on your desk and then quickly wrote a note;

'I'm not telling you! Because what if you are him? Well, I wouldn't mind if you were him.. But I think you'll have to earn it!'

Then you grabbed a piece of tape, and taped it to the door, a smirk on your features as you closed the door and headed out to first period.

~~~time skip~~~

"Arthur! It's the last period of the dayyyy!" you jumped up and down, "That means we get to have a tea party and watch Doctor Who! Or something else.. Like (fav show)..but, we have to wait till tomorrow! Because it's too late now.." you pouted, as Arthur felt a little blush on his cheeks.

'Why are you so cute?' he thought to himself, as you continued rambling, as the two of you walked to the cafeteria. "I wonder what's for dinner today.." Arthur then wondered how he was going to leave a note.. Maybe your locker? He should have done that in the beginning.. He face palmed as you entered the cafeteria, him behind you.

Both of you got youe lunch, and ate. Using the extra thirty minutes you two had left to walk around the school, but, in the middle of the conversation you two were having Arthur had to leave. You pouted but understood, as he went off, leaving you alone..

You decided to walk around, watching the last of the sun dip through the windows.

The bell rang (much to your dismay) as you watched the beautiful sunset, you turned, from the window with a sigh, walking to your locker.

You always cleaned your locker every Friday.. You found a note.

'Dear (Y/N)

I know that you clean your locker every Friday, so I decided to leave you a note every Friday, until I confess.

I also left a note at your dorm.

Just so you know, I think you're awfully pretty.

So ignore those stupid pricks.

sincerely,

Your secret admirer.'

You blushed, a smile crossing your face, your mind flashed back to the note some rude person left at your desk, with the two simple words;

'Fat ass.'

And even though it hurt, you still managed to have a witty comeback;

"At LEAST I have an ass."

You left it at that, sitting on your desk, tearing the note, then throwing it away at the end of class.

You smirked as you closed the locker, your cheeks flushed as you read the note again as you walked to the dorm and found...

More roses and a mug.

The most beautiful mug you'd ever seen, white and decorated with roses... You gently picked it up, unlocked your dorm and picked up the note and roses.

You read the note..

'Dear (Y/N)

This mug reminded me of you.. Your beauty and charm, and your grace.

The roses always remind me that you are beautiful, and yet a force to be missed with.

That's why I shall always give them to you.

My beautiful rose.

sincerely ,

your secret admirer.'

Your face burned, as one hand tried to cool down your burning cheeks.

"How is this bloke so romantic?" you muttered, putting down the note, and fishing the other out of your pocket, putting it on your desk, and picked up the mug, smiling.

You put it down, and decided to take a bath before you went to bed, romantic thoughts on your mind.

(A/N: I am tired. I am done. I hope you liked it.)