"Agh! Stupid Boss!" Arthur shouted.
He slammed his foot into the side of the store as he angrily put his work jacket on. His co-worker, Eduard glanced over at him from the top of his glasses. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke, turning his eyes to across the street.
"Overtime?" He asked.
"Yes. And my little brother's sick too! That limy French bastard," Arthur cursed.
Eduard sighed and inhaled more of his cancer. Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he turned and leaned back against the store wall. Eduard took out his cigarette pack from his pocket and handed the whole thing to Arthur. Arthur looked at it.
"I don't smoke," he said.
"You better start," Eduard replied.
He tossed his cigarette on the ground and crushed it beneath his heel. As he turned to walk back into the store he placed the pack in Arthur's jacket pocket. Arthur watched him go. He took the pack from his pocket and opened it. A lighter lay comfortably between two cigarettes. Arthur sighed and took one out, placing it between his lips. He took the lighter and lit the cigarette, immediately breaking into a large coughing fit, throwing up slightly afterwards.
"How the bloody Hell can he stand this shit?" Arthur asked himself.
He tossed the cigarette on the floor and stuffed the pack into his jacket before returning inside.
//KILLERFEVER//KILLERFEVER//KILLERFEVER//
"Arthur!" Peter shouted as Arthur entered the apartment building.
"Hey, Peter," Arthur said, obviously tired.
Peter raced over and hugged Arthur's leg. Arthur patted him on the head and picked him up.
"I'm sorry I'm so late today. Did you have enough to eat?" He asked.
Peter nodded and laid his head on Arthur's shoulder. He looked just about as tired as Arthur himself did. Arthur sighed and carried Peter to the bathroom. Peter gave no resistance like he usually would as Arthur undressed him and started up the bath. He washed Peter up and dried him off. Once Peter was dry, Arthur brought him to the small bedroom and put him in a clean pair of boxers and an oversized T-shirt.
"How was the first day of school?" Arthur asked as he put Peter to bed.
"It was okay. How was your first day at work?" Peter asked.
"It was alright. My boss is a little hard to deal with though. I'm going to be working a lot of overtime. Sorry," Arthur replied.
"It's okay," Peter said.
Arthur gave him a small kiss on the cheek and then turned to leave. He stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Arthur looked back and saw that Peter was staring at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Arthur asked.
"Tell me a story," Peter replied.
Arthur smiled and sighed. He raised the covers of the bed and slipped in next to Peter. Peter snuggled to his side as Arthur got settled in.
"What story do you want to hear?" Arthur asked.
"I want to hear about fairies!" Peter exclaimed.
"All right. You see, fairies are mystical beings that are from a land far different than our own. They have special powers that bring happiness to all. They may be mischievous but you have to understand, since fairies live for hundreds, even thousands of years, they have to find fun somehow," Arthur told.
"Have you ever seen a fairy?" Peter asked.
"Why, of course. All the time when we used to live in London. There was a large nest of them in our backyard. I remember when you were just two you were playing with them," Arthur told.
"Really?" Peter asked.
Arthur nodded.
"Arthur," Peter said.
"Yes?" Arthur asked.
"Are there bad fairies?" Peter asked.
Arthur sighed.
"Well, you can't have good without bad, Peter. Yes, there are bad fairies. These fairies are just plain mean and pick on all types of creatures. But, the worst fairies are the fairies that kill people. You need to stay away from them," Arthur explained.
Peter nodded. He buried his face in Arthur's side and sighed. Arthur patted him on the head and sighed as well. He closed his eyes and at the same time as Peter, fell fast asleep.