Hey, guys. Thanks for reading. Sorry the update didn't come sooner. This is my first fanfiction published, so bear with me as I learn the ropes.

Arthur was shocked. How did he know? He thought he had done a good job at hiding it.

He quickly typed back. What makes you think that?

After thirty seconds of long, awkward waiting, a response finally came. oh, come on man it's not like it wasnt obvious

Arthur flushed. Well, you are wrong. It isn't you.

Rlly?

Yes. Really.

then who?

It doesn't matter. Besides, this isn't the type of thing that should be discussed over text. Can I call you?

dude. i am a party. everyone would hear

Fine. Well, I wasn't going to tell you anyways.

come on! plzzz?

Fine. I-Its... you.

Arthur shivered. Maybe because of the emotions rushing through him, draining his energy, or because he had just realized he had yet to dry himself and put his clothes on. He had just put on his pants, when the dreaded text finally arrived.

ummm... oh... well... its cool. i dont rlly care. we can still be bros and shit

He did care. Arthur's breath shortened and his head began to hurt. What did that mean? Did he like Arthur's friendship too much to let that sacrifice him. Or maybe... he didn't care enough about Arthur for it to bother him. Or Maybe... no. Don't even start to wish.

Oh... okay. Good. I'm sorry. I have to go now... Bye.

Arthur dumbly pulled his shirt on and stood, staring at the wall, as droplets of water from his wet hair ran down the back of his neck, dampening his shirt to match his mood. Tear soon began to follow. He didn't even know why he was crying at this point. Emotional release maybe. After a couple of minutes that felt like years, Arthur opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall, heading upstairs in a dream like daze.

"Arthur, dear? Don't you want dinner? I made corned beef and cabbage!" his mom called from the kitchen on his way up the stairs.

"No... thanks, mom... but I am not hungry."

When Arthur finally got to his room, he grabbed his iPod and collapsed on his bed. Neglecting his homework and escaping into the world of music. Just like he did during his parents divorce or having to move to america. Music was the only thing that really kept him going through that. Nothing could help him through hardships like a little Sex Pistols or The Clash. He didn't seem like it with his straight A's and nice ways of dressing, but there was little he loved more than those wonderful punk bands he relied on to move through life.

Before he knew it, the teen had passed out, nothing to look forward to but getting the next day over as quickly as possible.

The next couple days were spent avoiding Alfred in real life as much as possible. He would still respond to his texts (he couldn't possibly stop talking to him), and they would talk like nothing had happened, but Arthur knew things had changed.

Every moment he spent not talking to Alfred, he was thinking of him. He spent class time writing sappy, emo poems of rejection and heartbreak that he would sooner die than let anyone see. Every night after Alfred went to bed, Arthur lay awake, thinking of his true love. He was so pathetic and he knew it. He was acting like an immature, lovesick teenage girl. (Which was pretty much true, except for the girl bit.) Before he met Alfred, Arthur was the most logical, rational person when it came to love. He would correct his friends whenever they went on about how wonderful it was. He almost stopped talking to his friend Francis altogether because of how sappy the wrong was. What a hypocrite he had become...

Life went on like that for what seemed like the longest time, before Francis thought that he needed to plan a party and Arthur needed to come. They were plan spin the bottle and everyone was to play. Whether they liked it or not. There was no doubt that Alfred would be there. What if the bottle landed on him? Arthur almost considered faking sick, so he wouldn't have to go, but then again, a little voice whisper in the back of his head. Don't you want to kiss him? Oh, come on. You know you do.

And so, alas, Arthur made up his mind to attend the wretched party.

Yeah. So, it is pretty obvious by now that I like cliff hangers. As long as I am not the one reading them xD Thanks for reading!