Author's note: This fic came to me in an acid trip

You sit in the front of the classroom, all stiff and proper. The same scowl on your face.

I don't care what anyone says.

I think it's hot.

I'm Fred Jones by the way.

Alfred's older brother?

Um…the guy that has brown hair but looks like Alfred?

There we go.

I sit in the back room, as usual, glaring at my younger brother.

I was really jealous of him spending so much time with you so I told him that you hate him and no longer wanted to be friends with him.

When you find out about that I have no idea but I know we will have to make a trip to the hospital when the fights over.

I guess were too different to be together.

You're British.

I'm American.

You love tea

I love coffee.

You're an honour student

I have a record in juvy

You're so pure

I'm not

Maybe were not mean to be but that never stops me from looking at you, three seats away and two seats left.

"Jones what the fuck are you doing?" The teacher yells at me.

I fucking hate this bitch, she a fucking female America look alike . . . at least she has a bad personality, it makes her class likable.

"What it to ya? You god damn whore" I said to her and she carelessly flipped me the finger and kept writing on the board

I go back to looking at you but then you turn your head to ask the weird quiet as fuck Japanese kid for a pen but then your eyes met mine.

Green meets red

I make it look like I'm looking at the board but I don't want to

I want to look at you

You look at the Japanese kid and start talking to him

All those stories were the guy meets girl and blah blah are full of shit

I hear one more fucking love song and I'll be sick

There was once time when you would smile at me

I liked those times

You and Alfred had the big brother thing going on and I would sometimes play with you guys

I was 14, you were 13 and Alfred was 7

Where did those times go?

Right, I got rid of them

Ten years later

I at in my car driving back home from the bar

Then I see a figure walking home on the sidewalk.

It's raining and the person looked freezing

I guess something is telling me to pick them up an drop them off some where

I drive by slowly to the person and I say "Do you want a lift?"

The person stops and I look at their eyes, your eyes

"Arthur. . ."

Your eyes are red and buffy, probably from crying and see a bright red slap mark on your cheek

I feel happy and angry. Happy because maybe I could talk to you and be friends with you and angry because someone hit you and made you cry

"Do you want a lift?" I ask you

You nod and get into the car

I guess nobody wins when everyone's losing

It's like I'm one step forward put then you push me two steps back

No matter what I do you'll never be mine

And I. . . I can't change your mind

Getting you to love me like I love you is like trying to turn around on a one way street

You won't even look at me and it's killing me

I'm starting to see

Maybe were not meant to be