Your phone vibrated in class. No one heard. You snuck a peek. It was from Arthur.

Arthur: Hello, love! Fancy a drive with me after class?

You smiled; he could be so cute sometimes.

Me: Sure, I'll wait for you by the big oak tree.

*~*

You were waiting by the tree for Arthur when you heard a powerful engine and the loud screeching of rubber burning on asphalt. It nearly surprised you when you saw a car appear in front of your eyes. But this car was not Arthur's. Arthur's car was a sleek black Rolls Royce, not a sporty yellow, American-made Corvette. You stared as the window rolled down to reveal a handsome man with fiery auburn hair and cool green eyes. "'Ello thare," he said with a heart-stopping Scottish accent and a devilish grin. "Min' tellin' me whit kin' ay ijot leaves a bonnie lass aw aloyn?"

You blushed. "Uh... actually, I'm waiting for someone... He'll be here any minute now."

He laughed. "Ye talkin aboot Arthur Kirklain? Son ay a huir, leavin' a lassie loch ye waitin'." You eyed him carefully. "Com an, lassie, gie in. Dornt be afray. Ah'll tak' ye haem"

You looked out to the distance. It seemed like Arthur would be a while in arriving. You smiled at the Scot and got in the car.

"Sae, wha's yer nam, lassie?" he asked as he drove off.

"__________," you answered. "Left here."

He obeyed. "Tha's a bonnie nam, __________. Aam Allistur, by th' way. Allistur Kirklain. Aam won o' Arthur's brothers."

One of Arthur's brothers. Arthur never really spoke much about his family, at least not to you. "It's the little (favorite color) house on the corner," you ordered.

Allistor came to a slow and gentle stop. He got out of the car and held your door open for you. "Allou me, lassie." Alright, he had his charm.

"Bloody hell, ALLISTOR!"

You both turned to see Arthur, who had pulled his Royce behind the Corvette. "You took the tire off my car! And now you're hitting on my girl?!"

"Wa, ah woods ne'er! Who toldye 'at?" Allistor retorted, sarcasitc shock etched into his words. "An' she's no' yer lass!"

"Bloody hell you didn't. Cailean told me everything, now 'fess up!" Arthur snapped.

Allistor chuckled darkly. "An' ye believe everythin' 'at loon tells ye? Graw up, Arthur."

Arthur would have knocked Allistor's teeth out if you hadn't intervened. "Boys, boys, you're both pretty, but can you settle your argument somewhere that isn't my front yard?"

Arthur and Allistor looked at each other. "The usual?" Arthur smirked.

"The usual," Allistor agreed with a nod.

"Get ready to lose, you old fart!" Arthur took your hand and led you into the house, immediately heading for the liquor cabinet. "Good God, she has the good stuff!" he exclaimed, pulling out rum, whiskey, and other kinds of strong spirits.

"Umm, you're paying for that," you informed them. Arthur and Allistor both shrugged in unison.

Allistor brought out the shot glasses and served the first round. "Re'ie?"

"Set." Arthur frowned, determination on his face.

"Go!"

*~*

"An' so... I tol'd him, I said, 'Bbakh off, ya bloo'ie wanker!'" Both Allistor and Arthur broke out laughing. You had eventually grown tired of watching the two brothers get drunk and make fools of themselves so you had moved on to doing your homework. But now that things slowed down a bit, you turned your attention back to them. Then, without warning, the two face-tabled and fell into a liquor coma.

The next morning, they were at it again.

"I saw you pass out first! You lost!"

"Wrang!" Allistor shouted. "Ye slept furst, sae Ah gie tae coort __________!"

"Like hell you will! I saw __________ first, so I get to court her!"

You watched them until they both fell exhausted to the floor. "__________," Arthur breathed. "Don't do this to us, love. Which one of us do you like best?"

You pondered this for a minute. "Well, I've always had a thing for gentlemen." Arthur gave Allistor a triumphant look. "But Scottish accents are a complete turn on!" Allistor returned the smirk and was rewarded a slap in the face.

"Bastard! How dare you lay your greedy eyes on my woman!" Arthur reached out and started strangling his brother.

"She isnae yer lass 'til she agrees tae it!" Allistor protested, also strangling his brother.

You giggled to yourself. You may be a horrible person for it, but you loved having two sexy men fighting over you.

FIN.