So, I got motivated to write another story, and it is a multi-chapter one too! Yeah me!
Anyways, I would going through tumblr and I came across this:
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And I thought it was a neat idea so I decided to write a story about it. Now, it is not exactly based off of it. This is basically Arthur gets an imaginary friend who is Eames.
So, right now, this is six chapters and an epilogue.
I hope you enjoy and like before, I do not own anything, except for the mistakes, those I take full credit for.
Chapter 1
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped right next to the sidewalk that lead up to the house. Arthur glanced out the window at what would be his new house. It was nice. It was a two story house that looked like it had been around for a while. But it was in decent shape. It had been repainted white with blue shutters.
His mother had called it perfect.
Arthur called it a nightmare.
Arthur opened the door and stepped out of the car with his book bag on his back. Most of his things had been brought over yesterday. On the essentials were left, which is what he had now.
Arthur was not a fan of this move. He liked where he was. He had friends and a life. He did not like change.
Now. Now he had nothing. He had to start anew.
He had refused to move with his parents, but, since he was still seventeen, he could not legally stay alone. So, here he was.
"Doesn't this look lovely sweetheart?" His mother said with a smile. Arthur glanced over at her for a second before following his father inside. He would not answer that question.
The inside was all furnished since his mother had been coming there on the weekends getting everything together.
Arthur didn't spend much time looking around. He made a beeline for his room. He walked up the stairs and to the room that he had been instructed was his.
His bed was put up with the sheets and blankets folded nicely for him to do himself. His dressers were all set around the room and boxes of his things were strewn all around the room, ready for him to unpack.
He set his book bag down and glanced around at what would now he his sanctuary. He sighed. He had a lot of work to do.
Arthur spent most of his time getting his room to look exactly the way he wanted. He wasn't a man with many possessions. He never did collect anything, he didn't have posters of his favorite bands or anything like that.
He had shelves of books and journals and notebooks. He loved to read. He loved to write. He loved to imagine things greater than what was real. He had notebooks full of stories he had come up with ever since he was thirteen years old.
He had journals full of all of his dreams. He could always remember his dreams. He knew all of the details and everything. They were almost like movies in his head. His parents had called it a gift.
Arthur called it torture. There were some dreams he would like to remember, but then there were some that he would rather just forget. But now it was habit. No matter how bad the dream was, he always wrote it down. If he didn't, it would bug him until he gave in and wrote it down.
Right now, Arthur was sitting in his room going through a book on dream interpretation. He was trying to figure out what his latest dream could mean. Although most of the dream interpretations were utter shit, some usually gave him some hints.
He stopped reading when he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Come in." He said as he looked up. His mother walked in with a big smile on her face. "Yes?" He asked.
"I just wanted to remind you that school starts tomorrow." She said with a smile.
"I know." Did she really think he would forget? "My book bag is already packed and ready to go." Arthur said with a fake smile. His mom sighed and walked towards him. He moved over as she sat down on the bed next to him.
"Honey, I know this has been a big change for you. I know, believe me. But your father had to take this job. And you will like things here."
"It is only a year." Arthur replied. "I think I can handle that."
"I want you to try Arthur. You had friends before. You can make new friends now." She reached over and pushed back the hair that was in his face. She gave him a squint and pulled his glasses off. "You need new glasses."
"I will be fine." He reached over and grabbed them out of her hand and put them back on.
"But you need to try. Things will not happen themselves. You have to make things happen yourself." Arthur nodded.
"Yeah, alright mom." She gave him another smile before kissing him on the forehead and leaving him alone.
School was hell. There was no other way to describe it.
Everyone knew that Arthur was new. Everyone. So, naturally that means that everyone avoids him like he was the plague.
He had the fair few that smiled at him, but no one really made the effort to talk to him. Not that Arthur made the effort to talk to them.
Now, Arthur had to small displeasure of being sort of small. He was tall, but he was lean. He had no muscle. So, when someone ran into him and he flew into the locker, it was easy for others to join in on the fun.
So, all day, the same group of guys led by a man Arthur thought was named Nash, shoved him into lockers.
Seriously, he was going to have bruises tomorrow.
The only positive thing was that he actually liked his classes. So at least he was going to be learning something while being in this hell-hole.
Arthur's whole first week continued like that.
Every morning, Nash would push him into his locker and the surrounding people would laugh.
There was one woman, Arthur had seen, would always look upset by Arthur being bullied, but she never did anything about it. She merely just shook her head and walked away.
What good would she do? Arthur didn't even know her name. He had no classes with her.
Arthur figured that the right thing to do would probably tell his parents, but in reality, there was nothing they could do. In the end, it would just get him bullied more.
He would adapt and he would get used to it. It was just what Arthur did. It was how he survived. He had done it before and he would do it again.
Arthur stormed into his room, slamming the door shut. He was mad. No, not just mad, he was pissed.
Today had been the worst day of school. Ever.
It started off like any other normal day. He got shoved into his locker by Nash. Nothing new. It had been like that every day since he had moved here. He knew nothing had changed. Even if it had been a few months.
But then, at lunch, Nash had taken it a step further. He had tripped Arthur in the lunch room, and Arthur had fallen, spilling his food everywhere. The whole cafeteria had laughed. Arthur had never felt so embarrassed before.
Arthur didn't even bother picking up the food on the floor, he just got up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Then, in his last class, they were discussing The Catcher in the Rye, one of Arthur's favorite books, and Arthur was giving his opinion on the matter when Nash made a joke about him, in front of the whole class.
Seriously?
And the teacher didn't do anything. She just ignored the comment and went on with class.
Arthur was trying. He really was. He was trying to learn and to be a good student, but this was almost getting ridiculous.
He had been going to this school for three months now. He had yet to make a single friend. He had tried to talk to people. He did. He would try and make conversation with the people who sat around him but that didn't really stick.
And lunch was the worse. Arthur would sit at a table all by himself. No one would even bother to sit with him. It got to be too embarrassing that Arthur took to eating outside.
Arthur crashed on his bed and couldn't help the tears that had now appeared. He tried to be strong. He considered himself a strong person, but this. This was too much.
Arthur wanted a normal life with normal friends and above all. He wanted to be happy. Really, it wasn't too much to ask for. He knew high school was hell, but he never expected it to be like this.
Especially since it was his last year.
He rolled over and stared at his ceiling.
"All I want is a friend, is that too much to ask for?" He said with a sigh as he rolled on his side and looked out his window. It was raining now.
He wanted someone who knew him. He wanted someone who would laugh at his jokes and would hang out with him and would never abandon him, no matter what.
He wanted someone he could go to and talk to and tell all his secrets to. Everyone deserved someone like that. Why didn't he?
Would he be doomed to be alone forever?
He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep. He would dream of a happier life where he had friends and was happy. Although the bad part of dreaming is that you always had to wake up and face reality.
Arthur was in the middle of doing his own little musical number when he could hear something in the distance. It sounded like humming. Really bad humming if he was going to be honest.
He stopped and looked around. Where was that coming from? He looked around as buildings started to collapse and his dream started to fall apart.
He opened his eyes to a man sitting cross legged on his bed, two feet next to him. And he was smiling at him.
"Why hello darling." Arthur bolted up and fell off the bed.
"Who the hell are you?" Arthur screamed. The man just laughed.
"Are you okay? That looked like a nasty tumble." The man was British. Seriously, what was a British man doing in his bedroom? Shouldn't British men being in Britain?
"Who are you?" Arthur asked again, not moving from his spot on the floor. He was close to the door. He could make a quick escape if he needed to.
"My name is Eames." The man said with another smile. Arthur could see a crooked tooth in his smile. Of course.
"Okay. Eames." Arthur said calmly. "Would you be kind enough to explain to me why you are in my bedroom?" Eames gave a little chuckle.
"Well, it is quite simple. You asked me to come, so I did."
"I did not ask you to come. I think I would remember asking for a British man to be in my room."
"Oh but you did Arthur." Eames said as he moved closer to the edge of the bed. "You asked for a friend, so here I am." Arthur's face fell.
"I think I am going crazy."
"Oh you are very much sane. Although there are some things I will need to explain to you, but it can wait until morning. But know, I am here to be your friend. Anything you need, I can help you with."
Arthur just stared at him. He had to be dreaming. He had to be. He stood up slowly and Eames just looked at him.
"Um." He said quietly. "How did you know I asked for a friend?" Eames just smiled.
"It is my job. I hear everything. And I heard your cry and came right away. I am here to help you Arthur."
"Look, I don't know if you realize this, but this is really weird. So, I am going to leave and get something to eat. And when I come back, you will be gone." Arthur slowly backed away to the door before turning and leaving his room.
Ten minutes later when he went back to his room, it was empty.