p dir="ltr"strongCharacter names:/strongbr / br /strong Dylan: Wales/strongbr /strong Allistair: Scotland/strongbr /strong Patrick: Northern Ireland/strongbr /strong Evelyn (Eve): Republic of Ireland/strong/p
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p dir="ltr"Arthur Kirkland sat down at an empty table in the school café and sighed deeply. He considered getting his phone out and calling his friend Francis (who had gone to France for the year as part of a school exchange program (despite being from France anyway)) so he'd have someone to talk to but decided he'd just be bothering him and decided against it. Besides France time was an hour ahead so he'd be in class./p
p dir="ltr"It was about 15 minutes into the 45 minute lunch break when he felt a small tap on his shoulder and jumped. He really hated physical contact./p
p dir="ltr"Arthur turned around and saw a boy with honey coloured hair, bright blue eyes and glasses standing behind him and grinning like an idiot. The boy was Alfred Jones, the new guy in his class that had recently moved from America. In all honesty Arthur found him annoying and couldn't think for the life of him why he had come up to him like this./p
p dir="ltr""Um…can I help you?" He said uncertainty./p
p dir="ltr""Yeah!" Alfred replied, his smile not faltering at Arthur's tone "I'm new here as you know and I can't help but notice that you don't exactly have any friends, which is weird since you seem like a nice guy, so I'm offering to be your friend!" His cheerful tone took Arthur off guard but his offer more so./p
p dir="ltr"His friend? Why would anyone want or be his friend. He was just the anxious bookworm that sat at the back of the class and no one spoke to. Even his only friend Francis started talkng with him that first time because their parents knew each other./p
p dir="ltr""I do have a friend thank you very much," he spat out without thinking "he's just not here." 'Great. Well done Arthur. Now he thinks you're a bitch'/p
p dir="ltr"But despite his harsh outburst, Alfred continued smiling "Well the offer still stands. I'll be your friend while your other friend is away."/p
p dir="ltr"Arthur looked him in the eye, examining his emotions. He stayed that way for about half a minute until he finally replied "sure. I'll be your friend I guess." Little did he know those 7 words completely changed his life.*/p
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p dir="ltr""I'm home!" Arthur called to no one in particular as he closed the front door and dumped his school bag under the stairs./p
p dir="ltr"He walked down the wooden floored hallway until he came to his living room. He opened the door cautiously, not knowing exactly which of his siblings were in and/ort whether they were drunk or not. The door creaked a little as he pushed it open nd then closed again when he stepped into the large room./p
p dir="ltr""Hi Arthur! How was school?" Arthur jumped and turned around to face the blue armchair behind him, startled by the sudden voice. He sighed in relief when he saw shoulder length light brown hair instead of red or dark brown. Thank god Dylan was the only one home./p
p dir="ltr"Dylan was the only one of his siblings that Arthur got along with, all the others he just had tense conversations and loud fights with./p
p dir="ltr""School was fine, like usual." He relied in a monotone voice. He repeated that phrase everyday and it was an automatic response now and he knew the question that came next…/p
p dir="ltr""Just fine? Anything interesting happen" Dylan always pushed Arthur to speak more than his usual simple sentences./p
p dir="ltr""Nothing happened. It was just a normal school day. I'm going upstairs. Call me down if you need me." Although it hadn't been a normal school day. As he slowly made his way up the carpeted stairs, Arthur's mind wandered back to that lunch time and the strange blue eyed boy that had offered his friendship./p
p dir="ltr"It was just a prank, right? No one would go near him even if their life depended on it. He was always the loner, the anti-social nerd that never talks, right?/p
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p dir="ltr"strongA/N/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strong*Crap cliché bit i know but I'm a bad writer/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strongChapter 1 already!? This soon!? Nothing to say this chapter so…signing off./strong/p
p dir="ltr"strong~Potato-chan/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strongP.s reviews make me smile and give people cookies/strong/p
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p dir="ltr"Arthur Kirkland sat down at an empty table in the school café and sighed deeply. He considered getting his phone out and calling his friend Francis (who had gone to France for the year as part of a school exchange program (despite being from France anyway)) so he'd have someone to talk to but decided he'd just be bothering him and decided against it. Besides France time was an hour ahead so he'd be in class./p
p dir="ltr"It was about 15 minutes into the 45 minute lunch break when he felt a small tap on his shoulder and jumped. He really hated physical contact./p
p dir="ltr"Arthur turned around and saw a boy with honey coloured hair, bright blue eyes and glasses standing behind him and grinning like an idiot. The boy was Alfred Jones, the new guy in his class that had recently moved from America. In all honesty Arthur found him annoying and couldn't think for the life of him why he had come up to him like this./p
p dir="ltr""Um…can I help you?" He said uncertainty./p
p dir="ltr""Yeah!" Alfred replied, his smile not faltering at Arthur's tone "I'm new here as you know and I can't help but notice that you don't exactly have any friends, which is weird since you seem like a nice guy, so I'm offering to be your friend!" His cheerful tone took Arthur off guard but his offer more so./p
p dir="ltr"His friend? Why would anyone want or be his friend. He was just the anxious bookworm that sat at the back of the class and no one spoke to. Even his only friend Francis started talkng with him that first time because their parents knew each other./p
p dir="ltr""I do have a friend thank you very much," he spat out without thinking "he's just not here." 'Great. Well done Arthur. Now he thinks you're a bitch'/p
p dir="ltr"But despite his harsh outburst, Alfred continued smiling "Well the offer still stands. I'll be your friend while your other friend is away."/p
p dir="ltr"Arthur looked him in the eye, examining his emotions. He stayed that way for about half a minute until he finally replied "sure. I'll be your friend I guess." Little did he know those 7 words completely changed his life.*/p
p dir="ltr"-/p
p dir="ltr""I'm home!" Arthur called to no one in particular as he closed the front door and dumped his school bag under the stairs./p
p dir="ltr"He walked down the wooden floored hallway until he came to his living room. He opened the door cautiously, not knowing exactly which of his siblings were in and/ort whether they were drunk or not. The door creaked a little as he pushed it open nd then closed again when he stepped into the large room./p
p dir="ltr""Hi Arthur! How was school?" Arthur jumped and turned around to face the blue armchair behind him, startled by the sudden voice. He sighed in relief when he saw shoulder length light brown hair instead of red or dark brown. Thank god Dylan was the only one home./p
p dir="ltr"Dylan was the only one of his siblings that Arthur got along with, all the others he just had tense conversations and loud fights with./p
p dir="ltr""School was fine, like usual." He relied in a monotone voice. He repeated that phrase everyday and it was an automatic response now and he knew the question that came next…/p
p dir="ltr""Just fine? Anything interesting happen" Dylan always pushed Arthur to speak more than his usual simple sentences./p
p dir="ltr""Nothing happened. It was just a normal school day. I'm going upstairs. Call me down if you need me." Although it hadn't been a normal school day. As he slowly made his way up the carpeted stairs, Arthur's mind wandered back to that lunch time and the strange blue eyed boy that had offered his friendship./p
p dir="ltr"It was just a prank, right? No one would go near him even if their life depended on it. He was always the loner, the anti-social nerd that never talks, right?/p
p dir="ltr"-/p
p dir="ltr"strongA/N/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strong*Crap cliché bit i know but I'm a bad writer/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strongChapter 1 already!? This soon!? Nothing to say this chapter so…signing off./strong/p
p dir="ltr"strong~Potato-chan/strong/p
p dir="ltr"strongP.s reviews make me smile and give people cookies/strong/p