AmericaXReader: Synchronized

The strings of the violins roared in a beautiful melody around you. In front of you was the most handsome man you've ever seen. His blond hair and glasses shined under the dainty lights above your heads. Your hand was in his as he twirled you, your skirt flying like a pretty flower as you turned. Once you faced him he pulled you closer, both of your cheeks blushing. You closed your eyes and puckered your lips.

"_______…" he whispered.

Or so you thought.

"_______! _______! Wake up!" your mother called from outside the door, knocking furiously.

You stir under your blankets and pillows, groaning.

It was just a dream.

"It's a Saturday, Mom!" you reply, still groggy and sleepy. You looked at your clock with eyes half-open. It read 7:04 am. You lazily get up and open the door for your mother. Her face was somehow angry, somehow confused.

"There's a young man in the living room saying you two have a…" she hesitated, "…play date."

"What?" you blurt out. You run and peak at the living room. A blond man with glasses wearing sports attire was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of coffee your mother made.

Oh shit…

Alfred looked at you and smiled, "_______! There you are! Hurry up or we'll be late!"

"Late for what? What are you doing here–?" you begin to ask but pause. You suddenly remember your conversation with Alfred the day before.

…We should definitely play together sometime!...

…I'll pick you up at 7…

Oh God. He was serious.

You run back to your room and shut the door. The rest was all a blur as you took the fastest shower you've ever had, changed into your best workout clothes and dried your hair. You ran down the stairs, ready to go, badminton racket and bag included. You saw Alfred talking lightly with your parents, and you were happy things weren't awkward and they got along. He noticed you had arrived.

"Oh, _______." He looked at his expensive-looking sports watch. "That was fast."

Alfred F. Jones was no ordinary athlete. Not only is he probably the best sportsman in your school, but he is also a very good speaker. Having given talks about his experiences at the Olympics in many other schools – and being the most popular guy in school – his social skills were definitely above average. So it was no mystery that after having a friendly talk with your parents, Alfred was able to convince them to allow you to your little "date". You two get into his car after saying good-bye to your parents.

"To the gymnasium, Arthur," he said to his chauffeur at the driver's seat. "Please hurry. Or we'll miss our appointment."

"Of course, sir," the man replied in a British accent. He started the car and you were off.

You gaze at Alfred, incredulous. He made an appointment? Just for the both of us? You blushed. "When you said at 7, I thought–"

"Haha, yeah. Sorry 'bout that, _______," Alfred laughed, scratching his head. "I guess I should've been more specific." You two laugh. You talk for the rest of the trip until Arthur said you had arrived. You got down and walked into the gymnasium. It was huge! You knew Alfred was stinking rich, but it was hard not to be surprised. You stood there gaping at the sight, so Alfred had to take your hand to pull you at the right direction. This made you blush, but Alfred just kept cool even though he was blushing too.

"The badminton court's this way."

Your game was light and friendly at first, him giving you points just to make you smile and jump for joy, but as the game progressed you started serving better. Striking harder. Running swifter.

"Don't go easy on me, Alfred."

The young blonde smiled. He wasn't wearing his glasses and you realized he was so much more handsome without them. He threw the shuttle cock in the air to serve.

"Sure thing."


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"Wow that was an awesome game!" Alfred said as he sat down on the bench with a thud. He drank from his water bottle before pouring the rest of the water on his head. You sat down beside him, laughing at the way he did it so appealingly. You yourself drank some water. Both of you were sweating from the game. It was so intense. And not to mention long. The skies were already dark, the lights of the stadium served as your only light source. You couldn't believe it, but your score was only a little behind Alfred's. You smiled at the thought.

"I told you I didn't stand a chance," you joked.

He gave you his famous laugh. "I know you just went easy on me."

"Yeah right!"

You splashed the remaining water from your bottle at his face. Alfred laughed hard and shook his hair, the water splashing back at you. You two begin to splash water at each other, laughing and running. But soon after, you accidentally run into him, and he holds on to your shoulders to stop you two from falling.

"Oops," you say, blushing.

"It's alright." He hesitated, "We're both pretty soaked, aren't we?"

You giggle, "I feel like we swam instead of played badminton."

"Synchronized swimming," he said as he took your hand and pulled it up in the air. You raised your eyebrow, not really understanding what he was doing. Alfred chuckled, "You're supposed to turn, you know."

"What does that have to do with synchronized swimming?"

"Don't synchronized swimmers turn in the water?" He demonstrated it himself, and you couldn't help but laugh at him. He smiled and held your hand up again. You felt stupid but you spun around anyway, performing a 360-degree turn. You almost trip on your own feet and Alfred catches you again. You look up and see his deep blue eyes look at you. You repeat in your head how handsome he is without his glasses, especially when the light shined on his eyes and damp hair. You realized you were a little too close to him, and so did he but neither of you moved a muscle. You just enjoyed each other's company. In each other's arms.

"_______…" he finally whispered, moving in closer. You close your eyes and waited. And when you were about to open your eyes again in impatience, you felt his soft lips on yours. Again, you were immobilized.

Alfred…

You didn't know how long you kissed. It could have been minutes, even hours. But the second he parted his lips from yours, both of you knew you wanted more. You saw his cheeks were a bright red, but not as red as your own. He looked at you for another minute before letting go and scratching his head.

"I guess we better get ready to leave soon. Your parents will be waiting."

You smiled and nodded, unable to do anything else. You were content with the way that moment had suddenly reminded you of your dream earlier this morning. You weren't in a dress or wearing a skirt though, but you didn't complain at your dripping outfit. There weren't any violins either, but the sound of your hearts' synchronized beating was beautiful enough.

When you went to sleep that night you dreamt of him again.