what? I'm updating already? yeh, I've decided to do shorter chapters, but more of them. also, I did run through and check this, but its 2:30 am (I should think of better writing times) and I really cant be bothered, I figured you guys could deal with some lower case I's and missing apostrophes, if there is anything really bad, just say and i'll go back and change it, I will look through this when I have time. Thanks for the support on this! and by that I mean the 1 person who followed it XD but it did cheer me up.

Warnings for this chapter: non? yup. Maybe light abuse again, but that's it!

Arthurs POV

There should be no doubt that I didnt sleep very well or very long last night. At about 2 in the morning I was woken up with more crashing and drunken bangs, luckily it stopped around 3. I got up to get a drink, the place still stunk of smoke and i dont think I have could slept through it much longer, so i picked out some clothes, a red shirt, some skinny black jeans- which i can say hugged my ass quite nicely( not that that is a problem at 3am) and a british flag neckercheif, because I cant forget where im from!
I tried to make waffles for breakfast... i'm suprised i didnt set off the fire alarm, or i was until i realised that it was on the table, very much broken and the batteries lying on the floor. well it explains why the smoke from mike didnt set it off. thank god. So, i'll have to skip breakfast for today. thats okay, i'll get something to eat at school. i mean the man is harsh but he has to give me lunch money!
I went back to my room as the rest of the house cleared up, and grabbed a pencil and a pad, closing off windows as i re-entered, it was getting cold, and sat down on the couch. First mistake of the day (unless you count my cooking). The couch was old, tattered leather-not real leather of course- a peeling black that would heat to 1000 degrees in the summer. It stunk of smoke and weed, then again, everything in this house did. i stood up again, but there was no where else to sit so a went back to my room and grabbed a blanket, willing to ruin it in favour of sitting down.
I dont watch tv all that much, especially american tv, but the silence was eerie, and the occasional snore from dads bedroom made me jump, so on it went. It took me a minute to recognise the Playboy xxx Channel that came on first, it was loud, and by that i mean LOUD! and i scrambled around for the remote(which i grabbed through the blanket) and pressed mute, listening out for my dad, but nothing.
Looking through the channels, there was nothing of intrest, a few cartoons, but they had nothing on the things from back home, so i went to plan D, which is Plan Doctor Who! So i did, turning on the kettle in the kitchen for some tea, because apparently thats the one thing im not completely awful at making.
Okay, i sat down again, the Doctor and Rose were meeting for the first time on my tv ((DONT SKIP 9 PEOPLE!)), I had hot tea next to me, and something to draw on, now what to draw? I came up with flying green rabbits, unicorns, all the imaginary friends of my youth burst forth from the page, it strange what drawing will do to you. I'll admit, i like to talk to them sometime, i know they arnt really there, but i thought so when u was younger so their isnt anything thing stopping me now. The page became a land of complete happiness and magic. Which i happily emmersed myself in until the alarm went off in fathers room.
It had gone 6, and i had been drawing for ages, the tv automatically changing the episode i was watching. This meant i would be leaving in about an hour- because the school was quite far from my house, i'd have to get an early bus. He stumbled from his room, can this man ever walk normally, or is he always completely plastered? "Good morning" though by the look on his face he detected the over dramatic amount of sarcasm in my voice.
"Fuck of, lil' shit" i just rolled my eyes as he 'walked' to the kitchen. "Did you fucking burn breakfast?"
HE said it himself yesterday, im not a good cook, even if its just using a toaster (which by the way, someone should be fired for not calling it the 'Tanning bread' i mean come on!). "I burned MY breakfast, fuck knows about yours" Im starting to detect a similarity in the language...
And appently so was he."Whats your fuckin language around me boy!" Okay, that was a little hypocritical of him, though i decided pointing that out wouldnt be best, and at least 'boy' was better than 'little bitch'. Again i just rolled my eyes as he smashed around the kitchen, eventually deciding it was too much work. "Be home at 2 today"
So he thinks he can insult me and then order me around, im starting to see why both Ollie and Allistor warned me about this, "My school ends at 3 fatarse, so no, i'll be back around 4:30 unless my bus is any later"
"I said fucking 2" his tone changed, darkened. but that didnt do anything for me, im not leaving school early to help his backside with anything.
"And i said fucking 4" That earned me a slap to the face, i didnt realise how close he had gotten. "you cant fucking hit me!" another. I stood up, dropping my note book, this shit is illegal back home and i hope for your sake america it'll illegal here to.
"2 o'clock" and he made his way back to him room, lighting another cigarette. No, i wasnt going to be home at 2, actually i might be even later just to spite the old man.
I waited until he closed the door to his room- okay slammed- i wondered if the neighbours are this bad, or if they were bothered by him as much as i was. I entered the kitchen again looking around and finding about 4 packets of cigarettes on the counter, 3 of them unopened. I grabbed the one at the bottom, he wouldnt notice it was gone, and i got compensation!
I made my way back to my room, i had about 20 minutes before i'd have to go. Looking around for my things, i found my school bag with everything in it, really for the day, and then the bag Oliver packed for me filled with 'Energancy Essentials' which i had yet to go through. Looking through there wasnt much, but you could tell a teenager had packed it. There were condoms, lube all that stuff, which i just laughed at, a few other things like bandages and plasters which seemed odd, and then foundation and conceler? The little bottle had a note attached:

Arthur,
I hope to god you dont have to use this, but its here if you do
-Oliver

It wasnt his handwriting, i mean, the same and fancy curls in the signature were, but not the rest of it, it looked like Allistors. He'd used my full name, that was odd, he was serious. I walked into the bathroom trying to find a reason i, a boy, would need make up, when i was greeted by a a hand print shaped mark on my cheek. surely he didn- doenst matter. A very faint bruise had started to form where the mans ring hit my face- im suprised he kept it on, mam took hers off the day they divorced- so i used some of the make up to hide it. It wasnt as easy as you'd think. i kept putting more and more on until it was completely covered but then i realised that that side of my cheek was now a different colour to the rest of my face! so i watched it off and tried again about 3 different times- not realising how much time this was taking- until i decided it was difficult to notice the bruise as well as the make up.
I put the make up in my bag for emergencys and grabbed my things, throwing on my shoes and leaving.
A few steps out of the house showed the sun, it was a little bright, bright for 7am at least, i checked my watch, it ticked away at 7:48 and i ran. Okay, i was going to be late, but thats okay, its fine, i just need to get the next bus!
I sped up as the bus stop came into view, my bus was there, but about 12 steps from the vehicle, it left. and i was left defeated.
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The next bus came at 8, this one didnt stop directly outside my school, but i'd be able to walk a short way so i paid the driver after hopped on and found a seat. This journey was going to last forever anyway, and i'd miss my first lesson, great. With nothing else to do i pulled out my phone to see if jade had messed be back.

To: Arthur
From: Jade

Im sorry to hear about that, if it gets bad promise you'll tell someone, and dont do drugs!

I laughed at how motherly she was acting even though she couldnt be much older than me, some people are so nice. Talking of nice people, the bus was just setting off then it stopped with a small bang, causing me to smack my forehead against the bar of the seat in front of me, great. Why the hell would the bus driver do tha- oh. I tried to sink into my seat, so that the boy getting on the bus didnt see me. Alfred Fucking Jones.
What was he doing here? he was late too! damn. There was somebody with him, another boy about his height, maybe a little bigger, he was pale and blonde, i didnt hear to well but when he spoke he had a german accent.
"Alfred, it is your fault we are late!"
"come on dude! dont worry about it, we have math first, thats super easy!"
He laughed an appology at the driver for making him stop for them and looked around for a seat.
Dont get me wrong, this isnt a love story, this isnt me going to a new school, getting super annoyed by someone and slowly falling in love with them. this was me, going to a new school, getting super annoyed by this american idiot, and then ignoring him for the rest of my time here. I hoped for dear god he'd get off at another school, that i'd only have to put up with the bus rides with him, and i could get out of half of them by hiding.
They took a seat, 2 places in front of me, and i cursed myself for taking the most noticable seat on the bus. but he still didnt see me, and i swore a thank you to whoever deserved it.
After a short while, the bus slammed again, the same thing as before, but this time a women ran on with 2 children. the bar hit me again and i swore loudly causing alfred to notice me way too quickly, "Hey Arthur!" At least he'd learned his lessons about nicknames.
I sighed, running my forhead lucky it wouldnt leave much more than a mark which will go away in a few minutes, if not, i had the make up.
Hopefully if i ignore him he might think he got me confused with someone else. But he stood up, giving a small, 'one second' to his friend and moved to sit right down next to me. "Hey, did you hear me before?" i looked up into the soft blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, i think you have me confused with someo-"
"No way! i mean, look at your eyebrows dude, there's no way i confused you with someone else!" He laughed again, everyone heard it, and i could see the collective annoyance on half the peoples faces, though they were probably just really tired and late. "I knew we were going to the same school!"

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The bus journey was longer than it should have been, i was asked a question every 15 seconds, though i never gave a proper answer. by the time we arrived at the school, i could see the slight look of disapointment on his face. Maybe i was being a little mean. "Sorry what were you saying?"
"Oh i was asking about england, do you have any family there?" I could see he expected a one word answer, but he was right. Im british, and i have my values, and one of them is manners!
"Yeh, my mother and brothers live there, but i only lived with 2 of my brothers, my twin Oliver and younger brother peter" He looked shocked that i'd actually answered though it was replaced with a big smile.
"So what are your brothers like?"
"Well, Oliver is just like me accept he can probably cook a little (lot) better, and he isnt really good with music, and peter is young but he wants to be like me when he grows up, big mistake" Maybe i should have left the 'big mistake' part out, because Alfred looked down again. I cant say i didnt shoot myself internally for bringing that look to his face, he just, didnt suite it.
"Mistake?"
"Oh its nothing, just he should go his own path you know?" it was a half truth. Peter tried to much at music and art, im not saying he was bad at them, but he's be so much better at something he likes rather than just trying to copy me all the time.
Plus, i wasnt ready to call moving here a mistake! i had 1 bad evening, thats okat, everyone has bad days. this was only going to be as good as i'd let it be! thank you brain for the surge of enthusiasm!

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Alfreds POV
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Apperently something happened because he was smiling now, but that was nice. Dont get me wrong, this could be a live story, new kid comes to school, makes silly friends with jock, slowly realises their love for each other, but then again, it might just be the accent.
The bus stopped so we could all get off, I realised i'd left Ludwig all by himself and he looked grumpy, but he always did.
"shouldnt you go back to your friend" Arthur was picking up his things and trying to walk past me. i moved out of the way and let him pass.
"oh, yeh, but i'll see you tonight!" i called just as he stepped off.

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Arthurs POV
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"y-yeh sure"
Nosy Bugger.

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