This is my first attempt at writing Arthur fiction. So go easy please! This story will have slash later on, if you don't like that kind of stuff you should probably stop reading now. The story is set in 6th grade, so they're all about 12. Comments and constructive criticism are nice to get! Please review! Thanks, and enjoy.
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One Week by luciferchan aka George Nordgren's Stalker
*Monday*
It was the second week of sixth grade. Buster Baxter walked down the hallway of Lakewood Elementary to his locker, which was conveniently located next to his best friend's. "Hey Arthur!" he called. "You finish that report that Mrs. Griffon assigned?"
Arthur Read looked at his friend. "Yeah... It took like three hours, though. You'd think she's related to Ratburn!"
Buster laughed as he opened his locker. "Maybe she's a long lost cousin or something-- Hey!" A folded up piece of paper fell at his feet. "What's that?" Arthur bent to pick it up.
"Looks like some kind of note," he said. "It doesn't say who it's from though." He handed it to Buster.
Buster quickly unfolded the note and read it. He looked at Arthur strangely.
"What? What is it?" Arthur asked.
"I... I think it's a love note!"
"What?" exclaimed Arthur. "Let me see it." He took the note from Buster and read it. "It says:
'A raven is black,
And white's for a dove,
When I think of you,
I think I'm in love.' Wow. You've got a secret admirer!" Arthur gave the poem back to Buster.
"Who could it be from? I don't remember anyone being in love with me..."
"We'll talk about it at lunch, the bell's gonna ring soon!" The two grabbed their books and ran to class.
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Later, during lunch, Buster and Arthur told their friends about the note.
"Can we see it?" asked Muffy. Buster took the note out of his pocket.
"You guys have to promise not to tell anyone else about this." he said.
"We promise! Now give it!" said Francine, snatching the paper out of Buster's hand. Muffy and Francine quickly read the note.
"How romantic!" Muffy sighed, "But who would write Buster a love note?" She passed it to Brain.
"That's what I was wondering," said Buster. "You two wouldn't happen to know if anyone has a crush on me... Would you?"
Muffy looked at Francine, who shook her head and shrugged. "I haven't heard anything," Francine replied.
"You'd better be careful, Buster," Arthur said. "It might be a prank..."
"Or," Buster started, "it was put there by aliens from a far-off galaxy!"
Everyone stared at Buster.
"Why in the world would aliens put a love poem in your locker?" asked Brain incredulously.
"Maybe it's a trick to get me alone and to capture me so they can take me to their planet and put me in some kinda intergalactic zoo!" Buster answered. Francine groaned.
"Will you just drop the whole dumb alien thing?"
"Hey! Aliens aren't dumb! They're a lot smarter than you!" Buster said angrily.
"No they aren't!"
"Can you build a spaceship and travel thousands of light years? I don't think so!"
Brain cleared his throat. "I believe I have the answer. Judging from the fact that the note is written in verse, the author must be someone who has a love of poetry. There's only one person we know who values poetry over everything else."
"Fern?" they exclaimed.
"Precisely." said Brain, smiling. Everyone looked at Fern, who was sitting a few tables away reading a poetry book.
"I never would have imagined her and Buster..." said Muffy.
"Perhaps she's attracted to his sense of humor," Brain guessed. "You should talk to her about it after school, Buster."
"Maybe." he replied. "What if it wasn't her though?"
"Who else would it be?" asked Francine. "No one else is as obsessed with poetry as she is!"
Buster looked doubtful. He shrugged. "Oh well. I guess I'll ask her later. You gonna finish that custard tart, Brain?"
"I can't believe you!" Muffy shouted, exasperated. "You have a potential girlfriend and all you can think about is dessert?"
Buster looked up with his mouth full. "Um. Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Muffy sighed harshly.
"Boys."
*****
After school, Buster waited by the front doors for Fern. When she came out of the building, he approached her.
"Hi Fern!" He said, grinning. Fern looked at him.
"Um. Hi Buster. What's up?" she asked.
"Oh nooothing. How are you?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face. Fern stared at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh I'm fiiine. How are you?"
"You just asked me that."
Buster paused. "Oh yeah. Anyway, mind if I walk you home?" He winked at her. Fern wondered what was going on.
"Um. Okay." They walked towards her house. "Buster?"
He looked at her. "Yeah?"
"Why are you walking me home?"
Buster blushed. "I thought maybe you had something to tell me. Don't you?" he asked hopefully.
Fern raised her eyebrows. "What. Oh yeah! I do!"
Buster asked excitedly, "What? What is it?"
"There's going to be another poetry reading at the library on Saturday! I wanted to know if you could come."
"Oh," Buster said, disappointed. "That's it?"
Fern frowned. "I thought you liked poetry!"
"Oh, I do.. I do. I just thought you were going to say something else."
"Like what?"
"Oh nothing. Look here's your house gotta go see ya tomorrow!" Buster ran off, leaving a very confused Fern behind.
"What was that about.?"
*****
"Did you talk to Fern today?" Arthur asked. After he had arrived at home, he had called Buster.
"Yeah, I did." Buster said, sprawled on a chair. "She didn't say anything too important, just told me that there's a poetry reading at the library on Saturday."
"Maybe she's playing hard to get."
Buster thought for a second. "What does that even mean?"
"It means she's not going to tell you she likes you, your going to have to trick her into saying it."
"...That still doesn't make sense."
"I know. I gotta go, Buster. I'll see you at school!"
"Bye..." Buster hung up the phone and sighed. "Why do girls have to be so confusing?" He thought about what Arthur said. Hard to get. It didn't make a lot of sense to him, but he had to find out if she had a crush on him. He got out a pad and pencil and started planning what he'd do tomorrow at school. "I've got it! I'll ask 'Do you don't not dislike not Buster?' That should be tricky enough!" He stopped. "Nah. That's kind of stupid. I'll have to come with something really clever." Suddenly, an idea struck him. He began to write. "That's it! Buster Baxter, you're a genius. Fern won't know what hit her!"
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It'll get more interesting later, I promise! Please review.
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One Week by luciferchan aka George Nordgren's Stalker
*Monday*
It was the second week of sixth grade. Buster Baxter walked down the hallway of Lakewood Elementary to his locker, which was conveniently located next to his best friend's. "Hey Arthur!" he called. "You finish that report that Mrs. Griffon assigned?"
Arthur Read looked at his friend. "Yeah... It took like three hours, though. You'd think she's related to Ratburn!"
Buster laughed as he opened his locker. "Maybe she's a long lost cousin or something-- Hey!" A folded up piece of paper fell at his feet. "What's that?" Arthur bent to pick it up.
"Looks like some kind of note," he said. "It doesn't say who it's from though." He handed it to Buster.
Buster quickly unfolded the note and read it. He looked at Arthur strangely.
"What? What is it?" Arthur asked.
"I... I think it's a love note!"
"What?" exclaimed Arthur. "Let me see it." He took the note from Buster and read it. "It says:
'A raven is black,
And white's for a dove,
When I think of you,
I think I'm in love.' Wow. You've got a secret admirer!" Arthur gave the poem back to Buster.
"Who could it be from? I don't remember anyone being in love with me..."
"We'll talk about it at lunch, the bell's gonna ring soon!" The two grabbed their books and ran to class.
*****
Later, during lunch, Buster and Arthur told their friends about the note.
"Can we see it?" asked Muffy. Buster took the note out of his pocket.
"You guys have to promise not to tell anyone else about this." he said.
"We promise! Now give it!" said Francine, snatching the paper out of Buster's hand. Muffy and Francine quickly read the note.
"How romantic!" Muffy sighed, "But who would write Buster a love note?" She passed it to Brain.
"That's what I was wondering," said Buster. "You two wouldn't happen to know if anyone has a crush on me... Would you?"
Muffy looked at Francine, who shook her head and shrugged. "I haven't heard anything," Francine replied.
"You'd better be careful, Buster," Arthur said. "It might be a prank..."
"Or," Buster started, "it was put there by aliens from a far-off galaxy!"
Everyone stared at Buster.
"Why in the world would aliens put a love poem in your locker?" asked Brain incredulously.
"Maybe it's a trick to get me alone and to capture me so they can take me to their planet and put me in some kinda intergalactic zoo!" Buster answered. Francine groaned.
"Will you just drop the whole dumb alien thing?"
"Hey! Aliens aren't dumb! They're a lot smarter than you!" Buster said angrily.
"No they aren't!"
"Can you build a spaceship and travel thousands of light years? I don't think so!"
Brain cleared his throat. "I believe I have the answer. Judging from the fact that the note is written in verse, the author must be someone who has a love of poetry. There's only one person we know who values poetry over everything else."
"Fern?" they exclaimed.
"Precisely." said Brain, smiling. Everyone looked at Fern, who was sitting a few tables away reading a poetry book.
"I never would have imagined her and Buster..." said Muffy.
"Perhaps she's attracted to his sense of humor," Brain guessed. "You should talk to her about it after school, Buster."
"Maybe." he replied. "What if it wasn't her though?"
"Who else would it be?" asked Francine. "No one else is as obsessed with poetry as she is!"
Buster looked doubtful. He shrugged. "Oh well. I guess I'll ask her later. You gonna finish that custard tart, Brain?"
"I can't believe you!" Muffy shouted, exasperated. "You have a potential girlfriend and all you can think about is dessert?"
Buster looked up with his mouth full. "Um. Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Muffy sighed harshly.
"Boys."
*****
After school, Buster waited by the front doors for Fern. When she came out of the building, he approached her.
"Hi Fern!" He said, grinning. Fern looked at him.
"Um. Hi Buster. What's up?" she asked.
"Oh nooothing. How are you?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face. Fern stared at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh I'm fiiine. How are you?"
"You just asked me that."
Buster paused. "Oh yeah. Anyway, mind if I walk you home?" He winked at her. Fern wondered what was going on.
"Um. Okay." They walked towards her house. "Buster?"
He looked at her. "Yeah?"
"Why are you walking me home?"
Buster blushed. "I thought maybe you had something to tell me. Don't you?" he asked hopefully.
Fern raised her eyebrows. "What. Oh yeah! I do!"
Buster asked excitedly, "What? What is it?"
"There's going to be another poetry reading at the library on Saturday! I wanted to know if you could come."
"Oh," Buster said, disappointed. "That's it?"
Fern frowned. "I thought you liked poetry!"
"Oh, I do.. I do. I just thought you were going to say something else."
"Like what?"
"Oh nothing. Look here's your house gotta go see ya tomorrow!" Buster ran off, leaving a very confused Fern behind.
"What was that about.?"
*****
"Did you talk to Fern today?" Arthur asked. After he had arrived at home, he had called Buster.
"Yeah, I did." Buster said, sprawled on a chair. "She didn't say anything too important, just told me that there's a poetry reading at the library on Saturday."
"Maybe she's playing hard to get."
Buster thought for a second. "What does that even mean?"
"It means she's not going to tell you she likes you, your going to have to trick her into saying it."
"...That still doesn't make sense."
"I know. I gotta go, Buster. I'll see you at school!"
"Bye..." Buster hung up the phone and sighed. "Why do girls have to be so confusing?" He thought about what Arthur said. Hard to get. It didn't make a lot of sense to him, but he had to find out if she had a crush on him. He got out a pad and pencil and started planning what he'd do tomorrow at school. "I've got it! I'll ask 'Do you don't not dislike not Buster?' That should be tricky enough!" He stopped. "Nah. That's kind of stupid. I'll have to come with something really clever." Suddenly, an idea struck him. He began to write. "That's it! Buster Baxter, you're a genius. Fern won't know what hit her!"
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It'll get more interesting later, I promise! Please review.