It's exams time! I won't be uptading as frequent as I could have if I wasn't in the 12th grade. I have to study now. So here is a chapter from Artie's point of view. For some reason, I don't like this chapter (maybe becuase I'm tired), however I promise better chapters in the future.

ENJOY :)

A blast from the past- part two

Can you move on after you first love has failed? If you ask Arthur Kirkland, he will tell that you can, though you never forget your first love. This story has another side. It's not only about a man who let go of his love, but also about a man who tried to move on.

Arthur never thought he would date a man like Francis Bonnefoy. But as fate wanted to, the two fell in love. Though Francis was a playboy, he gave Arthur the feeling he was the only person in the world. Something told him that Francis would be loyal to him. And he was indeed. Francis stayed the same person, only one thing changed about him: he loved only one person. Arthur felt the luckiest man in the world.

But that happiness was to be ended. Arthur thought Francis was a right man to settle down with. So, he suggested they would move in together, like any other couple would. He thought Francis would be happy; however Arthur couldn't be any more wrong. The next day Francis broke up with him claiming he was a free bird, and he couldn't live in a cage. When a person who is close to you is lying, you can feel it. And Arthur felt Francis wasn't completely honest with him. He had a feeling Francis was hiding something and used a pathetic excuse.

Obviously, it drove Arthur mad. He trusted Francis. Why would he end things? Did he mean anything to the blue eyed man or it was just a game? It didn't matter. Whatever they had- it was over. Yet, he came back to his apartment hoping that Francis would come to apologize. He would probably punch him - Francis deserved that- but deep down he knew we wanted to get back to him. However time passed and Arthur realized if he wanted to move on, he had to move out. After spending so much time with one person and that person is gone, everything feels so lonely. Does it mean Arthur gave up hope? Something inside of him told him that Francis would search for him.

He stood inside his empty apartment, ready to leave everything behind when he heard a knock on the door. He opened to door, and was surprised to see his old neighbor. "Hello," he greeted the old man with a questioning tone.

The old man invited himself in. As the readers noticed, he had a habit to get involved with other people's lives. "I hope the next resident won't be noisy. Hard to find good neighbors nowadays."

"I'm sorry," apologized Arthur, "but as you can see, I'm moving. I am about to give the landlord my key."

"But you don't want to leave," noticed the old man. "You linger and take your time before leaving. Are you waiting for something or someone to stop you?"

"How did you…" Though the old man was nice, there was something about him that Arthur didn't like.

The old man simply answered: "When you are getting old, you experience helps you to understand a younger person's mind."

After a moment of silence the old man added: "write."

"Write what?" asked Arthur.

"You are waiting for a person, which means that person will come for you. Yet, you packed your things. That's a mystery. I don't understand it, but I'm not the one whom you should explain it too."

There was something in the old man's words. The old man walked out of the empty apartment. Arthur set down and wrote the letter, explaining his actions. Few hours later, Francis found that letter and the words gave him courage to find Arthur again.

Few months passed by and Arthur was still a broken man. He didn't leave town, just moved to a quite area that was mostly populated with families. He was sitting on the beach, looking at the sea. The memory of Francis kept hunting him as it was supposed to be their three years anniversary that day. This is how stuff works: the more you try to forget something, the more you remember it. This was a good way to describe Arthur after he moved.

Suddenly Arthur noticed a man stopped in front of him. He was tall, had a brown hair and behind his glasses there was a pair of blue eyes. He had a big smile on his face. "Are you okay?" asked the man.

"Is a habit of yours talking to strangers?" grunted Arthur.

"No," said the man. "But you seem sad. Why don't you come with me?" The offered his hand to help Arthur to get up.

"Are you high?" Arthur clearly refused the man's offer. There are always good people we meet in our path who truly want to help others. However, it's not wise to trust a stranger.

"I'm just going to the bar with my friends," said the man. As he walked away he said to Arthur: "you can stay there keep crying or you can come with us."

Arthur hesitated at first. Yet, it was a chance to make friends, and he didn't want to be stuck in misery. He followed the man. The name of that man, as the readers probably guessed, was Alfred. The two became friends and quickly turned to a couple without Arthur even noticed. Alfred healed Arthur's broken heart. Though Alfred was a little bit childish, loved to eat fast food and had a weird obsession with heroes, he was a kind man who made Arthur smile. Before meeting Alfred, Arthur thought no one can replace Francis in his heart, yet it seemed that there was a room for two.

Though Arthur never forgot about Francis, he did love Alfred very much. He was afraid that his heart would break again when things got serious, yet it seemed like Alfred wasn't the type who would run away. Alfred stayed while Francis ran away. Thus, none of their friends was surprised to hear that they were engaged. Arthur knew Alfred was the right man to marry with.

Furthermore, both of them wanted kids. Since they couldn't have children of their own, they decided adoption was the best solution to the problem. They adopted a baby-boy who was abandoned by his parents named Peter. Surprisingly, the baby resembled his fathers, something their friends loved to joke about. Peter was a little brat, yet he was adorable and sweet.

Arthur's family was the thing that mattered to him the most. The same goes for Alfred. An interesting thing to note about parents is that there are different ways a parent talks about his kids. Arthur loved his family, yet he didn't brag about his son unless he was asked a question about him. Alfred, on the other hand, always talked about Peter, even when he was on business meeting. Arthur thought it was dangerous to tell so much about one's private life, Yet Alfred kept chatting. It didn't matter as long as he didn't have to attend one of the meetings.

Until that fateful day. Arthur dropped Peter in his parents' house so he could spend the day with his husband. Yet apparently, Alfred forgot he had a business meeting and Arthur was forced to join. "You shouldn't forget something so important," Arthur scold Alfred.

"I'm sorry," Alfred apologized for the hundredth time. "I promise I'm free this evening. It's just a lunch and then we will have the whole evening for ourselves."

"Whatever, I will just…" Arthur started speaking and was interrupted by Alfred. "He is here. Hey, Francis, over here!"

"Don't be so loud in such place," Arthur scolds his husband again. Then Arthur thought about the mane he didn't heard for so long, and yet still remembered. Arthur looked at the man. He got older, yet there was no doubt: that was Francis Bonnefoy, the man he loved the most and broke his heart.

It seemed as if Francis didn't look at Arthur's direction or ignored him on purpose until Alfred say: "Hello, Francis, I want to introduce you someone."

Then Francis noticed Arthur. By the look on his face, Arthur knew Francis realized it was him. Arthur never thought that the day he would meet Francis again, he will be introduced with the words: "that's my husband, Arthur Jones."

That's how the most awkward lunch in human history started.

Next time I will write about how the lunch went :) Please leave a review, that would be nice^^