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Based on a prompt by promptsforthestruggling author on tumblr
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Secondary school was miserable and noisy. Arthur despised it. The people were fake, obnoxious, and hateful. For as much as the school liked to brag about its "friendly and accepting environment," the students were cruel and vicious. It was for that reason alone that Arthur constantly skipped school entirely. It was a miracle that he was passing his classes. He would've been expelled if not for his childhood friend Marceau.
Marceau was the one that kept him from drowning in misery. When his parents divorced and he was left with his psychotic alcoholic father, Marceau's family offered him a place to stay. Of course, it was only once the bruises became too horrible to hide that he admitted how bad it really was.
Now, though, he had a fairly stable life outside of school. Marceau kept him from getting kicked out of school and Arthur kept Marceau from going insane from his mother. (Airhead and spaz were always the first words that came to mind for the woman.)
On that particular day, though, Arthur had even less motivation to go to school than normal. No matter how much Marceau tried to encourage him, Arthur refused to even get out of bed. Even after Marceau physically yanked him out of bed, he still barely moved.
"Christ, Arthur. Did you lapse into a coma?" Marceau huffed, glaring down at his... friend? Things had gotten confused lately, despite neither of them "confessing" anything.
"If that gets you to leave me alone, sure," was Arthur's reply.
Marceau groaned and ran a hand through his hair. It seemed like each day was a bigger pain in the ass when it came to Arthur. No matter what Marceau felt for him, he was as stubborn as a mule and impossible to deal with in this kind of mood. "What's the problem today?"
Arthur sighed and looked up at him blearily. "I'm not feeling it today."
The response was almost laughable. "You're not 'feeling it' any day, cher," Marceau droned. "Now get up."
"Nope."
After glaring at him for a moment, Marceau got down on the floor with him. They sat there for a little bit in silence. Then Marceau rolled onto his stomach and started playing with Arthur's hair. There were a few other ways to motivate him...
Like kissing him briefly on his forehead and then again on his lips. It was almost instantaneous that Arthur blushed bright red and jumped up. Despite his hard shell, he was so easily flustered and jumpy in the morning. He tended to run away from affection if he hadn't had caffeine. It was funny to Marceau and easy to play around with.
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