Okay I had this uploaded before, but the fact that the paragraphs weren't spaced right was making me really mad. So here it is again! My first USUK fic ever.

Anyway, hope you like the story!~

After two days of living inside of a Uhaul truck listening to nothing but the sound of tires brushing over cement and my dad singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, we finally pulled up in front of the apartment complex my dad had probably looked up online a week before leaving.

The apartments were scattered into separate buildings, I noticed as we drove into the parking lot past the sign that read Links Village Apartments. We'd be in building 10, apartment 2, the last building near the creepy looking woods. It didn't take us long to unpack everything, since we barely bought anything along to begin with, so dad and I settled inside a few hours later on the wooden breakfast table that I had once tried to dismantle with plastic knives and a pack of gum when I was younger.

"I never thought I'd say this Al," My dad looked down at his coffee mug across from me as if it was a disappointing child. "But after drinking this every 3 hours to stay awake, I'm sick of it."

I laughed lightly. "God forbid you're sick of coffee!"

He smiled and brought the mug to his lips. Sometimes I wondered if it felt weird to have a mustache and drink something out of a mug.

I didn't start going to school until a week later, when the new semester started in January and after visiting the school numerous times for registration. This school was smaller than my old one, and once I walked through those doors the first time with my head held down and my Captain America drawstring backpack behind me, I knew I'd be talked about for the next few days or so.

I really had hoped it would be different this time. Dad only got glimpses of what happened in school sometimes, mostly because I'd end up being sent to the principal's office with some arrogant football player with virgin eyes for fighting outside of a science classroom, but dad never realized why exactly I kept getting into fights with other kids. It wasn't the reason my dad wanted to move, but it was the reason I didn't protest against that decision.

After ending up on the other side of the school when I was supposed to be in first period English, I finally found the right door numbered A102. I almost didn't even want to open the door since I knew everyone would shift their seats to see who the fuck just walked in here.

It was exactly like in the movies when some weird, out of place looking kid walks into a classroom and the teacher just has to point out that they have never set foot in this classroom before and how they're now an exhibit for living in a different state. Apparently New York sounds a lot more intriguing to people that I thought it would.

Then that part happens where the teacher, in my case a lovely lady named Ms. Jackson, tells you to sit near someone and it's like choosing a death sentence. After I didn't move for a second she pointed to the back of the room where I noticed a kid with green messy hair and a leather jacket with pins all over the front.

I placed my backpack on the desk next to him and could feel the stare of a thousand nuclear missiles against me, coming only from the boy beside me. I guess I was sort of attracted to him in some way, like in the "you're kinda hot I guess' way but there was no way I was going to speak a word to him. He seemed to have some sort of weird hatred towards me, like my face pissed him off or something.

He ended up being in several of my classes. In chemistry I sat behind him, correcting every student's stupid answer to a question under my breath and excessively taking notes. I hated notes like any other lazy teen, but science was the only time I could tolerate them. I learned after paying close attention to attendance calls that the boy's name was Arthur, and no one really talked to him. He just listened to his music in one ear and maybe sometimes fell asleep, teachers didn't seem to care when he did.

For the first few days at Rowling High, I just kept to myself for the most part. A few or more times girls with long hair and mascara would ask a question like "Are you from New York City?" or "So you're from Manhattan?" and I'd have to explain to then that there are literally two land masses that make up the entire state of New York and that no I was not from Manhattan. I used to think it was easier for guys to adjust to a new school and gain friends, but they all probably thought I wanted to suck their dicks or something so they didn't exactly want that in a guy friend.

After a week, I told myself I really did have to make friends. Well, rather my dad said I should since my last school was a huge dick to me, so the only person that came to mind was Arthur.

In English on Monday, Arthur fell to his chair and wrapped his arms around his head on the desk and fell asleep, so I had missed my chance there. Then again talking in the morning is like trying to pull a giant brick off your mouth, so I waited until Chemistry to tap his right shoulder in the beginning of class.

He turned around, lifting an eyebrow like he was being touched by the hands of someone who wasn't as smart as he was. I smiled apologetically and swallowed hard.

"I like you!" I blurted out and quickly realized that was probably really fucking weird when said aloud. "I mean, I think you seem nice? In a friend way? Not that we're friends, well we could be! Only if you wanted to, I would understand if you don't!" I laughed hesitantly a rubbed the back of my neck.

Arthur sort of furrowed his eyebrows together and had his head tilted slightly, sort of like he was amused and confused at the same time. "Alright."

"Alright what?"

"Alright we can be friends, Alfred, isn't that what you asked?" He asked sarcastically.

I smiled brightly and felt my face heat up for being stupid. "Oh yeah, well uh… That's nice."

He turned back around once the teacher stood in front of the classroom calling for our attention. He slid a piece of torn notebook paper to me with his phone number on it (well what I'm hoping was his phone number) and I tucked it into the pocket of my jacket.

This time around I'd make sure school wouldn't be a living hell for me, because now I had Arthur. Even though I just met him, even with his lip ring and heavy boots and my glasses and chipped nails we could still be good friends.

AN: First chapter! I really hope you guys like it enough to leave a review! owo