"Arthur!"

a tall blond guy screamed as he ran up to a shorter blond boy, hugging him from behind.

"Alfred, can you please stop it?"

Arthur asked his best friend.

"No! Never!"

Alfred laughed before being pushed away by Arthur and left alone in the hallway.

A paperball hit the green-eyed blond in the back of his head as he tried to listen to what the teacher said. He turned around and picked it up. He saw that something was written on it, probably from Alfred. When the bell rang he picked up his things and threw the mistreated ball in the trash-can.

Forest-green eyes fell on the message from his best friend, Alfred F. Jones.

"What are you doing?"

Arthur repeated it to himself, trying to think of an answer while writing down some letters on his homework.

'Doing my homework. What do you want?'

He went back to writing and put on a slow song that he could think to, but the buzzing of his phone soon cut the music. He looked down at the device to see the words:

'I want to tell you something :D'

He sighed.

'Can it wait?'

'Well, yes but...'

'Good, because I'm doing homework and listening to music.'

he sighed and hoped that this would be the last text for today, but he wasn't blessed with such luck.

'What homework are you doing?'

Annoyed he wrote:

'WILL YOU STOP TEXTING ME? I'M DOING HOMEWORK AND LISTENING TO MUSIC! DOESN'T THAT REACH YOUR LITTLE BRAIN?'

After that all he got was a simple 'sorry...', though he was happy that it was over.

Next day when Arthur entered the school he was met by cold stares, glares and dirty looks. When he saw Francis, a friend he had had since first grade, he asked him what was wrong.

"Well, the officer who wants to speak to you could be the reason."

the french answered. Arthur looked puzzled at him.

"What does the police want with me?"

"There is this rumor that it has to do with a certain death. She is at the principle's office."

The brit left more confused than he had been before, but still he knew that he had to go to the principle's office to get to know the truth.

When he entered a beautiful woman approached him.

"Arthur Kirkland?"

she asked him monotonous. He barely nodded and the woman gave him an envelope that was addressed to him.

"Open it now."

She said and sat down. The green-eyed boy began to grow nervous as he opened the envelope, and when he saw it, he understood why.

"Dear Arthur.

This will be the last you hear from me, because this is the last thing I will do with my life. Yes, you may think I'm stupid for taking suicide, but read it all before you judge me.

All those times you shouted in my face, told me smart-ass comments or simply just threw away the notes I sent you, it hurt, it hurt in my heart. Because every time anything of that happened, I had almost always tried to tell you one thing.

Remember earlier today? You know our text-message conversation, when I wanted to tell you something, well, Artie, do you listen to me now?

I love you. That's what I wanted to tell you. I love you more than a big mac, more than Romeo loved his Juliet, and more than I love happy endings, but you always dismiss me.

At last I couldn't bear the pain anymore, and even though I know that suicide is only for cowards, I had to be my own hero for once, I had to relive myself of the pain, save myself from drowning in the darkness that was starting to devour me.

I hope that you understand what I want to tell you, and that you can live happily ever after.

Sincerely

The hero F. Jones."


A/N: This was mostly a way to ventilate my feelings... I feel like doing something like what Alfred did here sometimes, especially lately...

I hope that you liked it :)

Ja ne^^