Before You Read: Did you enjoy my last writing? I hope so, this is going to be the first writing I do that has an ACTUAL plot and the first one that actually goes past 1 story. Also, I think I have the story all mapped out so it should be pretty stable. Please do not hesitate to give me criticism, I absolutely love it.
Lonely Men Make Lonely Wishes
The Weekend is over, Monday is now. Arthur hates Mondays, he always felt his inside seethe at the thought of Monday. Trying to calm down a relax, hoping Monday would start off good, which never did. He was in the only haven he had at the school. The Library. He was reading one of his books he got from the public library because Arthur ran through their fantasy section like the wind. Eyes scanning the book, reading word by word.
He set the book down and took one deep breathe before planning to wrap his school jacket around his waist. In the bean-bag chair, he looked down at his school uniform. His tan-ish brown colored sweater, worn just a little to big for him, which was enough to hide his wrists. His blue academy jacket, which was optional to wear over the sweater, which he took upon. He never wore the jacket unless he needed to, like if it is cold. Lastly, besides his shoes, blue plaid printed pants.
The clothes were comfortable, so he did not complain. He threw the jacket around his shoulders and quickly picked up his book and continued where he left off, nagas and naginis. Suddenly in the midst of a fact that seemed rather interesting, it sounded off, the bell. It was practically yelling at all the persons inside to basically 'get the fuck to your first classes or else'. Such terrible timing, the boy noted, he was right into a book he had just received. Giving a stone expression, he gathered his things.
With a pained groan, for having to get of from his comfortable position, he stood for a few seconds before actually deciding to walk. Of course, timing and fate have it be that the nerd bumps into one of the most hottest guys in school, Francis Bonnefoy. Francis tumbled backwards but kept his footing, however, Arthur was not so fortunate. He automatically collapsed and dropped his books, notepads, pencils and so on. It is one of those time Arthur just wished he wasn't so scrawny, or weak for that matter. Where was his break?
"Uhh.. Black-sheep?" Francis craned his head to the side as he knelt down to accommodate for Arthur's short height, for now that is. Seeing as how he was on his knees, trying to get his belongings off of the ground.
"What is it frog?" The boy responded with a rather aggravated tone of voice.
"Je tried to apologize for bumping into you but ehh.. I don't know why I bothered in the first place." Giving Arthur a sneer.
"I do not need your kerfuffle, now shut up and leave or walk and talk with me. We do have the first class together". By this time the boy had collected his things in his arms.
"Oui oui, I know." Arthur nodded as acknowledgement to the other's response and turned, being the first out of the door. Francis right behind him, also Arthur did not hold the door for him. Francis got a little upset by that, but he knew Arthur well and he is getting used to all the rude he still gets.
"So how was your week off? Get 'lucky' by any chance"? Arthur used so much sarcasm on the word lucky that if one could manifest the very sarcasm in that word, they would have a bowl of chocolate ice cream and a 1-way trip to purgatory.
Francis smiled and looked at Arthur with a calm, serene expression. "Actually, me and your brother Alistair were planning a date really soon".
Arthur practically stumbled, then he yelled "WHAT" which quickly drew attention from all within radius. Arthur instantly shrunk down and hid behind his current walking companion, now hiding companion which caused them to stop walking. Some people sighed, some groaned, some laughed and chuckled, and some girls waved at Francis while giving their best presentations of what they considered 'cute'. He gave the girls a blown kiss and wink to hopefully send them off.
"A-are they done looking"? Arthur crept up from behind Francis, voice low from embarrassment.
"Oui, they are.. Ehh.. Gone I guess?". Arthur quickly revealed himself from Francis and looked down as if he had been insulted by some higher power.
Arthur sighed before talking again. "You.. With my brother?", he spoke as low as possible as to not alert the people around them.
"Oui, you forget Arthur, you skipped 2 grades. You are ahead of the rest of some, so not everyone is your age. You are the only 15 year old among 17s, and 18s". The Frenchman stated.
Arthur looked at Francis, confused and slightly irritated. "What is the point in telling me that? Plus, frog, I only skipped 2 grades in grade school. I need my credits to finish high school".
"To show how far you are, what is he.. 23? I am 18. Plus, we have been friends for a long time, practically since we were young".
"That was only from grade school, besides, what about those girls? They come over to you like flies and a light bulb. Surely with all the blasted playing and sleeping around you have been doing, one of them is interesting".
"Caterpillar, stop. If you have a problem, go talk to your brother, not me. They will not know, Alistair does not go to this school, so it is not like some hot gossip. Besides, there are plenty of 'hot guys' at this school if I suddenly decide to stop bothering them". Francis chuckled a bit.
"Oh hush it you, I have no problem with it! I am just simply confused and shocked. Personally, I do not care for those other girls and boys, they all are not what I am looking for". Arthur said with a downed expression.
Francis chuckled a little again. "Oui, I know. Mon petite lapin adores all that practically does not exist". The blue eyes male tried to poke the nerd's nose, to which he playfully slapped it away.
The duo had finally entered their classroom. They acknowledged each other before sitting in their respective seats, since they did not sit together. and for good reason. Arthur was always in the front, and Francis was somewhere in the back and to the left of him. Now was just a waiting game, which never took long, of the students arriving to class. The bell rung one more time to signal those late ones, and so the teacher commenced her lesson.
It was the usual, nothing abnormal. Small lecture, then practice problems, then notes, and lastly work. That is just how she worked. The class went by fine, in fact, it went more smoothly than he expected. Going through the assignments in possibly record time and managing the notes was a breeze. Still, they were always boring, never interesting. Arthur basically read the rest of the class away and walked out with Francis, which did not last long.
One girl walked up to Francis and started talking. She was fine, she is never a problem. She is actually a distant relative of Francis. She has chocolate brown skin and espresso black hair in pigtails. This one was no problem, but Arthur still had to get to class. He bade Francis and Michelle a 'Hi' and 'bye' before turning on his heels and sped walked to his next class, which had no one but another one of his friends who was just like him, but even he blended into the wall like white rice on a piece of clean paper.
"Hi sugar bunny". The Canadian smiled and waved to Arthur, to which he acknowledged.
"Hello there Matthew, I still never understood why you insist on calling me that awkward name." Arthur sat at the table across from Matthew, which was in the corner and away from the window.
"Oh, I thought I told you multiple times.. eh. Well first off, you like bunnies. We all know that, and don't you like sugar? Or at least you are like sugar. You are one of the only few who notice me". Matthew shrunk in his seat smiling happily, putting his polar bear plush close to him.
"I know well, and that is sweet and all but.. Matthew.. You already have your special someone and I would have to have him come after me and attack me". Matthew quickly blushed.
"Please, do not say that out loud. It is embarrassing and I don't want to be the center of attention".
"Oh I know.. Only 2 people came out at this school and both have different fates. Berwald doesn't get anything but sneers behind his back and notes on his locker door, and I heard Felix got into a tussle with some random student". By this time the other students had entered the class and it was soon beginning.
Matthew sighed. "I know.." Suddenly he seemed to have a burst of energy." Oh! Did you know that a pig's orgasm lasts for up to 30 minutes"?
Arthur gave Matthew a stone expression. "You never cease to amaze me chap…".
"D'accord", was the simple response.
So the two continued the class as if Matthew did not just spew some random animal fact like he always does. He is just a walking bomb, waiting until the times goes out so he could just brain fuck you with random animals facts. It just goes to show how smart he was, and indeed he was smart. Matthew skipped 2 grades right along with Arthur, but Matthew was different. He transferred, and now he spends his 2nd which is considered last year of high school here.
Today's class consisted of nothing but note taking. That was it, easy right? Nope. For the majority of the class day, the students took notes. The teacher said it was only for today because next class, they would be doing an activity. An actual activity and not those times when a teacher hands you a slip of paper, which is an assignment but they call it an activity. The fuckery-cubed times the radius of 'what' plus 'the'.
Nonetheless, Arthur and Matthew finished their notes and spent the rest of their 15 minutes together. In silence. Matthew was too far dabbled into his small doodles in this notebook and Arthur took to reading the book he had. Arthur would occasionally look away from his book to watch the transparent boy draw. Matthew always had this cutest of doodles, most of them consisting of random animals or his lover, Carlos. It was so amusing to watch.
The duo shared their pleasantly consented silence until the bell rang and Matthew stuffed his belongings into his bags so un-orderly. Matthew waved one last time to Arthur, giving a small shy but gracious smile and brushed right past him to be the first to his class. He waited until Matthew passed him and decided to go to his next class as well. His next class was interesting, his other friend was in there.
"Arty! Over here bro"! The American blonde called from his seat, practically grabbing almost everyone's attention. Arthur shrunk and hid his face behind his books he had held. Of course, the American quickly got up from his seat to rush behind Arthur and push him to their table. Waving his hand and shooing the girls that lingered around his table that he was talking to right before Arthur entered the room. He specifically waived by to Natalia, who happened to be one of his close friends.
Forcing the brit to sit onto the empty seat next to the boisterous boy, he plopped right down into his own seat. By the time Arthur finally released himself from his shocked state to look up, he found himself looking right into deep blue eyes the shielded themselves behind glass. Alfred F. Jones, which happened to be another one of those hot guys. Before Arthur could make a stuttering, irritant complaint, Alfred shoved a piece of paper in front of Arthur.
"Arty! I forgot I had to do my homework for this class and the other! Can ya do it for me"?
Arthur looked at the paper then Alfred with a scrunched, annoyed expression. "Why and what for"?
Alfred leaned back a little, "I was doing football practice with my crew, remember? The thing you call rugby? Yeah.. I was doing that most of the day". Arthur crossed his arms, looking completely unfazed by Alfred's attempt to cover his ass with lame excuses. May it be that it was true, but it still does not take away from the fact that he refused to do it. Then again, this was normal.
"I know you rarely ever do this but, why don't you ask Matthew, Ludwig, Yao, or some man on your team to do your homework"?
Alfred suddenly seemed to have a hint of desperation in his voice. "Cuz man, Ludwig is doing his own preparation for the army, Matt always goes straight home so I wont be able to catch him-". Interrupted.
"W-wait.. Wait. Don't you and Matthew live in the same house"? Arthur waved his hand as he spoke.
"Matt don't open the door to his room for nothin but his 'friend' Carlos, his teddy bear, or to get food and go to school".
"And the others"?
"Letting the crew do work for the captain? Aint I suppose to be doin me own work or have them not know"?
"They why am I doing it"? Arthur crossed his arms.
"Cuz I know you love me, and I got a big event going on with me and my team. C'mon Arty! You could do it for me, right"? Alfred clasped his hands together and gave a puppy dog expression as an attempt to persuade the nerd, which raised an eyebrow.
"What do I get? I have been doing your work for quite some time now Al, what do I receive in return"? Alfred paused, humming slightly.
By the time he opened his mouth to speak the teacher started to call attendance and begin the class. Automatically explaining the day's events before proceeding to do as such. Arthur dived right into the pages and worked diligently. Alfred, however, would not let up and continued his assault to persuade Arthur to do his work. Arthur and Alfred wrote back and forth, notes on 1 piece of paper.
The paper was divided in 2, the left belonging to Arthur and the right belonging to Alfred. Alfred would typically write cheesy sweet things and Arthur would dismiss them as Alfred just playing around. Things like 'we cud meet at my place at 2 ;)' or 'kiss bby?'. Arthur would always do a double check in his mind and think as he wrote responses. Arthur had to make sure they were not together, besides, Alfred practically joked around with stuff like this to a lot of people. Then sometime at the end of the class Arthur got another note from Alfred.
'Seriously though, wanna meet at my place later on? I mean it Arty.'
Arthur did not know how to take it. His chrome diopside eyes looked up and locked with royal blue sapphire colored ones. On the very same face, a smile broke out at shone brightly, almost giving a glimpse of pure white teeth. Arthur did not respond, not returning the paper or anything. He just sat quietly and tried to think of the best way to break the news to him, which normally was no big deal. He had done this multiple times. Suddenly breaking Arthur's train of thought, the bell rang.
The nerd gathered his things while the jockey just threw everything into his backpack. Alfred asked it was ok for him to hold onto a few of Arthur's things but Arthur insisted that he did not want them lost due to Alfred not keeping track of anything in the bag. After the two rose from their seats, Alfred quickly stuck to Arthur's side, practically hip bumping with him. The two shared that lunch together, as well as their last class together. Though, Arthur never ate lunch.
He would just simply sit silently and watch from afar. Alfred was such the social butterfly. Sometimes, he would not even notice that Arthur just disappeared. Green orbs watched as that mouth opened wide, either to prepare for food, to talk, or to laugh. His table would always be full of those other masculine, muscular guys. Most consisted of his teammates from 'football' as Alfred would call it. All of them, just talking away as if today was their last day on earth and all things had to be said at once.
Other times, when that thick headed jock would try and bring him into their group, Arthur would always decline. The blue-eyed blonde would pester and pester and Arthur continued to stand his ground. He would eventually give and and bring his practically twin brother to the table to pester, Matthew, who also seemed to share this lunch. That happened today. Arthur watched as the crew would laugh and joke, mess with Matthew a bit, force him to stay seated and not leave, and joke around a little more.
Soon deciding he was bored of watching them and their little own secluded soiree. Looking around him and his semi empty table, he watched what few was there. Most of it included the typical people, the kind of people who would eat fast and go walk around the campus. His table was the sort of table was kept empty, unless a huge group would come to visit, whom would normally leave.
Before Arthur got a chance to open his book and read, someone sat right next to him. Instinctively looking up to find out who decided to invade his little bubble, his vision locked with deep blue eyes. Stoic, icy, stone blue eyes. Arthur automatically smiled, quickly wrapping his arms around the intruder, who gave a gentle pat on the back in return. Beaming and obviously excited, the nerd chirped. "Lukas"!
"Hi Arthur.. I got a chance to slip past the dane, awhile ago he would not let go of my leg".
Arthur released his norwegian friend from his practical pathetic excuse for a death grip. "Marvelous, simply marvelous! Still into the whole Ice field of magic?"
Lukas nodded, running his fingers through his hair for a moment, just to brush it out of the way. "Ja.. I've been learning more and more about certain spells and specifically Ice serpents. Although that is not of any concern. I went through some books not to long ago and I found out I have a guardian creature".
Arthur automatically squeaked, acting just like a teenage girl who just got a new car. "Oh my! I've found that I too have one! Mine is a cute one, a Flying Mint Bunny. Apparently it is exactly how it sounds, as well as the name it shall have. Though I was never told of the gender".
Lukas emitted a hmm for a moment before giving a quick smile before going back to his unreadable expression. "That is sort of cute, but mine is more amazing.. I have an earth troll as my guardian…".
"Awh, wait.. what kind of-", Interrupted.
"Really tall, long majestic hair, cute big nose, and I have been told it is a he. Also 'he' is a happy troll, always smiling".
Arthur sighed and gave a gentle smile. "Oh good, Flying Mint Bunny will not be so frightened. I am sure our guardians will be friends at some point".
"Who knows, maybe they are. Anyway, I have to get back. I don't want Emil to be with that Turkish creep or his Asian friend. Sadiq gave him so much chocolate, and in some countries that is considered making a move, and I do not want that happening to my lille bror. Also, that kid and Emil ended up lighting the bathroom trash can on fire".
Arthur nodded and waved as Lukas rose and started to walk away. He gave a 'good-bye' and not soon after the bell rang.
Arthur panted, sweating profusely. His heart racing and his body feeling pushed beyond limit, though Arthur tried to give his body the reason to continue, the reason to not give up. He would make it through with this, this would be not problem. He was already pushing his limit, and it hurt. A lot. Lungs begging for oxygen, muscles begging for rest, body wishing for a stopping point. He knew there some none, but he had to do keep at it.
"C'mon Art! Ya to slow"!
"I" Gasp. "I can't"!
Alfred did an over dramatic sigh and purposely dragged behind to let Arthur catch up to him. Internally, Arthur felt so ashamed and disgusted. He hated physical education. A few laps always had him begging for a rest, while Alfred barely broke a sweat but looked like he could go around the whole outside court in hundreds. That, and this was the time he internally just had panic attacks. Watching the men and women, mostly men, run around and sweat was getting to him a lot.
His class was mixed gender but had separate locker rooms, yet he loved the male body. Watching his friend, Alfred, made him feel so bad. Sun kissed skin, glistening in the hot sun. Blonde hair, waving in the wind. Blue eyes looking so focused, yet so care free. Glasses were obviously somewhere in his locker so to not be broken. He had a muscular build as well, which always confused him. His build only looked like enough to be soon but yet he could knock out a whole back alley gang if he wanted. However, Arthur was no one really special.
Already he was tired so it just goes to show how nonathletic he was. Arthur was puny, short, small, and was not attractive in the least. He was not a golden blonde like Alfred, or not close like Francis or Matthew. His was.. just off, he was a red haired, yet he refuse to accept it and made an attempt to dye his hair blonde, which conflicted with the red and made this weird blonde color. He had green eyes instead of blue, lighter skinned instead of tanned, and he had these repulsively huge eyebrows.
"Yo Art-Art, ya ok pal? Or are ya jus sight-see'n", Alfred said while giving a cocky smile.
Arthur gasped, his already heated blush being more obvious. "How dare you, I was only in deep thought"!
"Oh yeah? About what? Huh"?
"Finals"! Arthur practically yelled.
"Well whoop-dee-doo for me! Im a final- wait. Damn that was better in my head".
Arthur laughed. "You were not on my list to begin with".
Alfred make a quick heart shape with his hand, "but I love ya"! He winked.
"Give it a break Al, you have many other options to choose from! What about Natalia? She is quite the one for looks! Perhaps Ludwig"?
"Natalia says she has her eyes for some other guy, she says he is suppose to move here. The funny thang is that the person she has a crush on is her own brother. Anyway-"
"Wait, what"!?
"Hell yeah"!
"If that is her brother, why isn't he here? What is his case"?
"Rumors says tha people who do tha papers, somehow lost his. So him coming here is delayed a few days. Actually, I heard he is suppose to arrive today".
"Typical timing, any road, what about Ludwig"?
"What do ya mean 'timing? 'N Lutz says he is going to try and get some Italian".
" I mean it is typical because this is the timing a lot of people are transferring, just getting into school and so on. Which one"?
"I'unno, Im kinda scared because the Spanish guy, Antonio, says he was gunna try n get both Italians".
"They are pretty famous around here. I see Feliciano and Lovino are going to get a pleasant surprise".
"Yeah, that's why I wanna get with ya Arty. They got-".
The teacher blew the whistle and signaled for everyone to come back inside the building. Arthur threw himself on Alfred and almost begged him to be carried, which Alfred used the excuse ' we aren't together remember?' and 'The teach gon get upset if I do'. With a pained groan, Arthur complied and followed. The students went inside and plopped, sat, whatever, down onto the gym floor. Now was resting time, time to take it calm before going into the main event.
Alfred sat down and Arthur fell down and laid his head on Alfred's lap. Giving gentle rubs on the nerd's head, he tried to sooth Arthur. There was no way he wasn't going to be sore these coming days. By the time Arthur decided to look up after awhile, he noticed this guy standing next to the teacher. His eyes widened before closing and shaking a little. Pulling away from Alfred and curling up in his own ball, Arthur tried to avert his body and eyes, but he could not.
Green eyes looked at the figure next to the teacher, then he gasped and his heart rate went right back to beating fast. Alfred noticed and scooted right to Arthur, rubbing his back. "Arty, you alright"?
"Who.. is.. that.."?
The teacher raised her hand to grab everyone's attention before commencing to introduce the figure next to her. "As you all know, people have been going around like crazy with all these problems to get into school, with transferring and all. Well guess what, a new one is in our class. I've talked with this student and this one seems to be shy". The figure gave a tsk.
Internally, Arthur was running a marathon. He held his breath, feeling defeated. There was just too many of his kind around the school, to many for Arthur to envy. And he hated it. He gripped his shorts instead of Alfred's, because that would defeat his purpose. Biting his bottom lip, he held his breath.
"So I will speak for our new entry, his name-"
'Oh no…'
"- is Ivan Braginski".
'..He's hot...'