I carried my tray of barely edible cafeteria food over to the table where my friends were sitting. They were all talking, joking and laughing so much that they barely noticed when I joined them. There were six of us, and to be honest, we were so different I had no clue how we were all friends. Sitting to my left was Francis; blond, annoying, obnoxious and perverted. Most of the time, we questioned why we even put up with him, but his parents and mine were good friends, and when they'd moved from France before he was born, Mom and Dad helped them out a whole lot. Once you got past the conceited creeper part of him, he was actually a somewhat okay guy. Somewhat. Opposite him was Gilbert. Remember when I said Francis was obnoxious? Well, he's nothing compared to Gilbert. I don't think that I've ever met someone as loud and self-centred as him. But apart from that, he actually was a lot of fun to spend time with. In sixteen years, I'd learned that when it came to pranks, he was unbeatable. Also, he was great to party with. The two of them were the source of most of the noise coming from the table. From the snippets of the conversation that I heard, I was pretty sure that I didn't want to know what the topic was. To my right was Ivan, sitting so silently that it was unnerving. Ivan was unnerving. He'd moved from Russia when he'd been little and was… well… a complete sociopath. I'm not kidding, he's given death threats to teachers before. He can be fucking terrifying.

But the minute I sat down, the first person who my eyes automatically went to was the one sitting opposite me. The British student, Arthur Kirkland. A couple of years ago, he'd moved here from London, and since then, we'd been best friends. We were inseparable, Best Friends Forever. He was pretty much perfect in my eyes. He was smart, funny, cute and-

"Wanna give me a kiss, babe?"

Dating my brother.

My twin brother, Alfred Jones. We had different surnames because he'd been raised by my dad in America, and I'd been raised by my mom in Canada. When they got back together when we were ten, we didn't bother with name-changing. Alfred was athletic, the captain of the school's football team. He wasn't too bright, but he was muscly, enough to make most of the girls and some of the boys in the school blush whenever he walked by. I don't think I give him enough credit though, it can't have been easy to be gay and the captain of the football team without getting beaten up in the locker room.

"Matt, did you seriously let Natalya copy your math homework again? You need to learn to say no once in a while." Arthur said, turning the conversation in my direction. That was me, Matt Williams, all-round nice guy. Sweet as I was, I was more of a nerd and didn't get any girls or guys.

"Woah! How long were you here for bro?" Alfred asked.

"Like, five minutes!"

"I totally didn't see you at all! How do you do that? You're like a ninja!" That was pretty much the peak of Alfred's intelligence.

"I…just…you guys were all so busy talking. I didn't want to ruin the conversation." I quietly replied.

"You're so quiet, Matt. It's unnatural. Go wild once in a while, have some fun!" Gilbert implored.

"That would be a good idea if your definition of 'fun' didn't involve being arrested." Arthur added, making everyone laugh at Gilbert's expense. Gilbert's pale skin turned pink.

"You just wish that you were as awesome as me!" He retorted. It wasn't a very good one, and only made everyone else at the table laugh more, including Ivan.

That was how lunch would go every day. We'd laugh, joke and make fun of each other. It was perfection. I know a lot of people said that they hated high school, and I could see why. Between the sluts, the jocks and nerds, it was like someone was playing Mean Girls on loop all day long. (A/N Fucking love that movie…). But that didn't bother us. I know this sound really cheesy, but every day was full of laughter, joy, friendship and all the other things that they try to teach you in an episode of Pokémon.

"So, who's in for Friday night?" Gilbert asked, pulling my attention back to the conversation.

"What's Friday night? Another party?" Alfred asked. Gilbert partied so much that I was surprised he hadn't already started having liver problems.

"For once, no. Movie night, my place. Maybe we can bring some chicks." He glanced around the table before quickly adding, "Or dudes."

"That sounds nice. I can take someone over, watch the movie, snuggle and them maybe afterwards…" Francis began, preparing to give us all a detailed description of what he would to his unfortunate date for the evening.

"You know, you're going to be a rapist one day." Arthur commented. For some reason, he didn't seem to get on with Francis too well.

"I think a horror movie would be fun" Suggested Ivan.

"No way man!" Protested Alfred, "The last time we watched your choice, I was scared shitless. What kind of movie was that, anyways?"

"It was a Korean version of Sweeney Todd. It wasn't that scary."

"A guy's head was floating in the soup. It was fucking terrifying!" Alfred loudly protested.

"Oh! Come on! It wasn't that bad, we should watch something really good, like 'Poltergeist'." Said Arthur.

"The Ring!" I fired back. I didn't look like it, but I was a horror movie nut.

"The Grudge!" Arthur responded with an equally terrifying movie

"The original Dracula!"

"Alien!"

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!" By now we were just working our way through the scariest movies ever made.

"The Exorcist!"

"The original 1973 one?"

"Of course!"

"How about The Thing?" I asked.

"Do I even wanna know what that one's about?" Alfred asked slightly fearfully,

"It's an 80's movie about a bunch of scientists in a base in Antarctica that run into an alien that can shape-shift into the people it kills. It's a classic, but it sure is scary as hell."

"So we'll have a horror movie marathon!" Francis exclaimed. After agreement from everyone except Alfred, the decision was made.

"Don't worry, sweetie, if you get scared you can just hold on really tight and close your eyes." Arthur gently teased Alfred. Alfred didn't like being teased. His body stiffed as he leaned over and muttered something into Arthur's ear quietly. The bell signifying the end of lunch rang at that time, causing a hell of a lot of noise in the cafeteria as everyone got up at once. We all quickly departed, heading straight for our lockers. A lot of teachers were the type to get really angry if you kept showing up to class late, and nobody was stupid enough to make the teachers angrier than they needed to be.

I grabbed my Math textbook out of my locker and closed the door. I was about to leave when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Arthur and Alfred down the hall. They were arguing. By now, this shouldn't have surprised me. The two didn't exactly make a good couple. If I wanted to be a little more particular, I'd say that Alfred didn't exactly make a good boyfriend.

As harsh as that may sound, let me explain myself first. Alfred had good qualities too, he was usually pretty fun to hang out with, he was good-looking, all tanned and muscly and from what Arthur had told me, he was a really good kisser. Not that I needed to know the last one at all. If I could list every one of Alfred's flaws, it would probably take me a few hours. He was loud and annoying at times, he wasn't too bright, he was a little cocky, he liked to get his way a lot, and he had no sense of humour.

Okay, he didn't have no sense of humour, it's just that the things that he found funny and the things that Arthur found funny were completely different. While Alfred enjoyed physical comedy (usually involving people falling off of motorbikes, getting hit in the balls, or a combination of the two), Arthur was more in to what he liked to call 'British wit'. In other words, sarcastic jokes cracked at someone else's expense. I guess sometimes Arthur went a little overboard with his jokes, and not-so-intelligent Alfred would get angry as the joke flew over his head.

I waited patiently at my locker until their argument seemed to be over, trying not to look like a stalker as I watched them. It ended with Alfred storming off angrily and Arthur sighing as he leaned against a wall. Upon seeing me, he smiled and waved, walking towards me. The first thing that I noticed was that he looked stressed.

"You okay?" I asked casually as we both headed to Math.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Your brother just doesn't know how to take a joke." He smiled weakly. I smiled back. Being put in this position sucked. I mean, on one side there was my best friend who was being screwed over royally, but on the other side was my twin brother. Now you tell me whose side I should take. I couldn't watch Arthur be stuck with a dick like that when I knew that he deserved much better, but I couldn't exactly break up my brother's relationship, could I, now?

"It's okay. He can just be a little sensitive at times. He may be team captain, but inside, he's like a big teddy bear." I replied, making Arthur laugh as we entered the Math classroom and took our seats next to each other.

"Thanks Matt, you always know how to cheer me up." He smiled again, making me blush as I turned to the front and tried to focus on the lesson that the teacher was starting. It wasn't anything new, he was just reviewing the same concepts. Within five minutes, I'd tuned out and my gaze had drifted over to Arthur once again. Alfred had gotten so lucky. Arthur was prefect. The way his pale skin contrasted with those shining emerald green eyes was too beautiful to be true. I loved the way his dirty blond hair stuck up in every direction, it was so cute. I loved the way he couldn't cook, the way he he'd turn bright red whenever anyone made him angry. But it was more than that. I loved the way he laughed, the way he told stories of ghosts and faeries (A/N I didn't spell that wrong. It's the traditional Gaelic [Irish] way of spelling it.) and I loved his accent, the way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. Yes. I loved him. My brother's boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland. I loved him more than I needed food, water or air.

Hi! LLF here with a new story (yay!)

Sorry to all US fans. I do love Alfred, but since I live in Canada, MATTIE BITCHES!

Wow… I listed a lot of my favourite horror movies in this chapter… And Mean Girls. Did I already say that I love Mean Girls? Because I do. It's awesome

I wrote this to the For All Those Sleeping cover of Taylor Swift's You Belong To Me. I INSIST that you guys listen to the cover. It's pretty much the plotline of this story :)

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