Francis would watch him sit in the hallways, slumped over by his locker. His hair messy, ear buds in. There was one thing no one could deny, Arthur Kirkland loved music. If he wasn't sitting quietly in class with a scowl adorning his features he was pulling out his i-pod and tuning out the world around him. He had known Arthur since they were kids. He had always been a bit on the reclusive side but always held himself up with pride. But at the end of the day, it was always music. His head would slightly bob to whatever beat he was listening to. His emerald eyes would gleamed with whatever emotion was going through his head, but more often than not his eyes would be closed, his scowl gone revealing a calm, serene expression that was so rare to see on him. "Metal", he had explained to him once. "Metal, Rock, Punk. That's what I listen to." And when Francis asked why he had said. "Well, it's kind of a release. Like a good book sometimes. It's not half-hearted like pop, not twangy and sappy like lots of country. It has a point and meaning and I...oh what do you care frog? You'll just make fun of me anyways." His scowl had deepened then. It was true, he did tease and argue with Arthur a lot, but the boy could dish it out just the same. "Non non, I do care," He said honestly. "Go on." The British boy had stared at him warily before he continued. "I can just really connect to it I guess, I know it sounds stupid but music is just one of those things I can completely lose myself in, it's always there and never judges, like people." Then the bell had rung and everyone had gotten up and left. And as Francis watched Arthur sitting by his locker he had the same thought he had every time he saw him with his ear buds in, the same thought he had had watching him leave the classroom that day. 'I wish you could lose yourself in me as much as you do in your music.'