Our story takes place 20,000 feet above the Atlantic on an American bound plane. Arthur rested his head against the window and willed himself not to cry as he silently said goodbye to his home and most importantly his life.
"Cheer up, love! You're going to love America." His mother chirped beside him, a bright smile on her face and a book in her lap. She was a middle aged woman with a slight frame, much like her son's. "You'll make so many new friends; maybe find a nice girl even." The thought made the blonds stomach turn unpleasantly. The women started to ramble on about how 'wonderful' and 'exciting' it was going to be living in the states.
A redhead with eyes that matched Arthur's turned around in his seat. "Why would he find a girlfriend? You know he's a fag." The words seemed to slip out of his mouth so easy, like It wasn't something hurtful just the truth.
Arthur quickly masked the hurt look and replaced it with a scowl, just like always, while his mother's face paled. "Shut up! Do you ever think before you open your mouth?" He spat and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Alistair you turn around and sit down this instant. We've got another three hours on this plane; even you can behave for that long." She hissed and her hands gripped the book tightly. The redhead rolled his eyes. "I was just saying that if you-ow!" He was cut off by an elbow jabbed into his side.
Dylan, a dirty blond of very few words, sent his brother a look that clearly said enough was enough. Slowly Alistair sat back down not wanting his mother or youngest brother to cause a scene over a couple of words.
Once again Arthur stared out the window, sadly watching the view of the sky passing him by. He pretended not to hear his mother's angry mutterings. "I do not have a gay son." She whispered unknowing breaking her youngest child's heart.
The last three hours of the trip were uncomfortable and awkward. The petite mother acting like not a thing in the world was wrong while he three boys pretended not to care.
Little did Arthur Kirkland know that his luck was about to change for the better this time. Somewhere in Pennsylvania Alfred F. Jones was watching a group of movers unload a large truck full of furniture into the empty house next to his.
A/N: Thank you so for reading, this is the first chapter story I've written in a long time (sorry it's short) so I hope it's not too awful. I'll try and update every couple of days with longer chapters if I get some positive reviews. It's rated T right now but the rating will probably go up as the story progresses. And again thank you! Reviews would be much appreciated, seeing as how I'm terrified this chapter was a fail.
