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Arthur looked up at the blue, cloudless sky. It was a nice for Autumn, a slight breeze rustling his sandy blond hair as he walked on the sidewalk around his neighborhood. He was really enjoying the peacefulness of it all, until he looked in front of him and saw another boy with blond hair and glasses strolling towards him.
Of course this would happen. I can't ever get any peace from this guy.
Alfred bound up to him like an excited puppy. "Hey Artie! How's it hangin'?" he asked, grinning.
"My name is Arthur. And I was having a grand time." he said.
"Aw, cheer up old man! You're always so grumpy!"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Sod off, I'm only one year older than you!"
"You sure don't act like it." Alfred said, flicking the shorter boy's nose.
Arthur growled in annoyance. Which reminded him. "I keep forgetting to ask you, what in the hell were you thinking when you pushed me up against the lockers like that the other day? One of the locks jammed into my back!" Arthur asked.
Alfred smiled at him, and instead of answering, he asked if he wanted to walk together.
Arthur said yes. But only because it's dark and I don't want to be picked off the street by some lunatic!
They walked, to Arthur's surprise, without really saying anything. He expected Alfred to talk his ear off, but when he glanced over, his dark green eyes met bright blue ones, and he blushed and looked away.
When they got to Arthur's door, it was already around 8 PM. "Thanks for walking me home, I guess." Arthur said, trying not to sound too sarcastic while at the same time trying to be sincere about it.
He stopped breathing when Alfred suddenly bent down and whispered, "See ya' tomorrow, Arthur," in his ear, slightly rolling the "R" at the end of the other boy's name, before winking and walking back in the direction they came.
Arthur stood still for about 5 minutes before realising it was getting chilly outside and that he was still out on the porch. He ran inside, slamming the door behind him, and made his way up to his room. Falling backwards onto his bed, he just had one thought.
What the hell was that?
A/N: So, this chapter is as short as...France's penis. I don't know. But it's really fucking short. (The chapter, not Francis' penis. Because I don't know what his dick size is, and I don't want to. *shudders*)
ANYWAY.
The next chapter is longer. So. Stay tuned, I guess.
And very much thanks to all of you that reviewed! You guys filled me with so much joy 3
