WELL HERE WE GO WITH SOME BACK STORY AND SHIT. SO I AM REALLY GRATEFUL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE REVIEWING. Seriously, you all put smiles on my face, I have been listening to too much Ed Sheeran, (hence the title) and I continue to update this quickly. So yeah, have fun with this chapter.
Story time.
Arthur laid on his back in the dark for the longest time waiting for the medicine to kick in. It hurt so terribly, he wanted to curl up in a ball and silence the pain in his head and his heart. His head pounded distastefully as he felt his eyes close to tears.
"because no one can love a snake…"
The words stung greatly in his mind and most certainly hit a cord in his mind. Sure he was fortunate, to be bore into a wealthy family, to have parents for a few years, to be a smart kid. The list could go on and on with all of his fortunes, but his misfortunes could weight over them.
His head hurt terribly, every time he moved it was as sharp pain almost as bad as when he was struck, almost.
Arthur let out a soft whimper of weakness due to the fact that no one could see, nor hear him. He lifted a hand to massage the paining part of his head. He hated feeling like this, it happened every once and a while. Sometimes he was hurt worse, and he had to take more than one day off of school to recover. No one questioned it. He would just make up the work.
It didn't take him long to make things up. Honestly, school was much too easy for him. He inhaled deeply and began to doze off. He felt his eyes growing much too heavy from all of the medication he had downed when the nurse wasn't looking. Just around eight Advil.
Maybe that wasn't the healthiest thing he could have done, most definitely not. He just needed the pain in his head to go away for a little while, then he could find a way to force himself not to hate the life he had been dealt. He could cope.
His eyelids were much too heavy, it was relieving not to have to worry about anything for a moment, anything but sleeping. Soon enough he was drifting away into a soft and a gentle, it was like a sweet kiss.
Arthur could feel a hand stroking his hair,"Hush my child. Mum is here.." He heard. He felt like a gigantic weight had been lifted from his chest, and sniffling softly as she hummed sweet words to him.
"Christ, Victoria, you coddle him too much! He's going to grow up too girly!" A deep masculine voice said. "If he becomes one of those fashion designing boys, the ones that don't like girls, I won't have him as my son."
"That's an awful thing to say! He is going to be who he was meant to be! It doesn't matter who that is!" She said as his little pudgy toddler are wrapped around his mother and he giggled. "Mum! Mum! Mum!" There was a deep sigh of irritation. " I am going to take Allie hunting. Why don't you two play dress up whilst the twins sleep. I mean it is incredibly right for a boy like him." The husky voice said as there was a noise of swishing alcohol. "Allistor get your ass outside!"
"Don't mind him. He is stressed from the company." Victoria whispered into his ear. Arthur sniffled and then hugged her tighter,"Mum! Guess what I drew in school today?" She smiled and looked at his little widening smile."What did you draw? Do you want to go and get it, to show me of course."
Arthur began to talk about this invention he was going to make. He drew a picture of it and had wanted to show it to his mother, but his brother had ripped it up, thrown it on the floor, and poured water on it. He of course didn't tell that to her, because if Allie found out he squealed he would beat him so hard Arthur would have to fake sick and stay home so he could feel better.
"It is an invention and it makes Daddies love their sons! The bad ones! Like me! Then the daddies like to take their sons hunting! Sons like me! Mum! I am gonna make it and then… then daddy will love me!" He said his eyes shone softly with delicate tears and a happy, hopeful joy.
"Oh, Arthur, your daddy does love you! He does! I promise! He just has a silly way of showing it! Wipe those tears away! Mum is going to make you some scones!" Arthur then jumped up from her lap and cheered happily. "Yay! I love scones! I will help! Lets make them in the kitchen!"
"Haha, where else would we?" She asked.
Arthur was so happy he could feel his heart pounding.
"You're a snake Arthur."
Suddenly his vision was snapped around he was looking at Francis. Not caring or wondering how he got there, he looked down at his hands and he was suddenly his full grown self. He heard a scream and his vision tore away from Francis and he looked toward her. She was gone.
"Mum!" He screamed as he tried to grasp the area where she had been but she was gone. It felt so numb in his heart as he heard a soft, husky voice in his ear. "No one can love a snake…"
He suddenly jolted awake from this distraught memory. He was panting and the pain in his head had ceased, but his heart was pounding. He bent over at the waist and felt his body slowly calm down. He looked around the dark nurses room. His body made a soft groaning noise as he heard a bell make a loud noise and he cringed. He pulled out his phone to see that he had slept through lunch, it was around one fifty, he had slept through every period but his last one.
Physical Education.
Great.
Francis walked down the hallway to the last class of the day. He didn't necessarily hate playing this game called dodgeball. He honestly couldn't care less, he wasn't bad at it, he usually got put on the team with the jocks. He on the positive side Gilbert in his class. He was always amusing, to be honest he needed some of that in his world now.
He sighed as he reached the class. He yawned and then stretched his arms and looked around the gymnasium and sighed, well nothing had really changed. The coach waved to him good nature like,"Welcome back Bonnefoy!" Francis nodded,"Merci Coach!" He said with a wave.
He then headed out to the locker room. He was relatively early so he didn't have to worry about all of the guys being around and gossiping about pretty girls he didn't care about. He just wanted to go home today, but it was being insisted that he went to football practice today.
He wasn't even sure if they would give him the same position he was before. He was one of the offensive players, he was very good as dribbling and all of that sort of stuff. He could kick the ball where he wanted it to go.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
He walked into the locker room on soft feet. He heard a soft humming and chuckled to himself, who would be humming in the boys locker room? That was strange to hear. He walked around the gentle bend and saw someone slipping their shirt off and folding it before gently setting it down on the bench.
It tok him a moment to recognize that it was Arthur. He didn't make a sound, not yet. He was curious, the humming continued and he saw something that gave him a deep disturbance. There was a strange sight, there was a large purplish bruise taking over his side. Now, how did that get over there?
He then began to get closer to the Briton, he was walking softly so his shoes didn't make too loud of noises on the linoleum floor. He slipt on his physical education shirt and then slowly unbuckled his pants and slipt them down. He hummed softly and folded them gently just standing in his boxers and slipping his clothes on.
It took him a minute to turn around and realize Francis was there. But once he did his eyes seemed to widen, it was a slow motion of his eyes glancing around and finally focusing on Francis. Trying to act nonchalant with the Brit's eyes grilling into the back of his head.
He felt unease of what he had just witnessed,"So did you slip on some ice? I know how frail you people can be." He said softly. Arthur seemed to look away from him,"If you say anything about this to anyone. I will kill you. Why are you here so early? There's a few minutes until the early bell rings."
Francis didn't look over,"Why are you here so early?" He retorted, sure it sounded childish but hey, he wasn't the only one to be questioned. "I fell asleep in the nurses office…" He seemed to trail off and he turned away. "I missed a few classes and this is planning period for the coaches so there is no one here… I usually don't change out in the open," he paused seeming to try and make Francis forget he saw anything,"because of perverts like you." He grumbled putting as much hate into the words as he could seem to muster.
When Francis glanced over, he observed that the Brit had very, very red cheeks, and was looking down at his school bag. He wasn't doing anything with it,"Oh poor little Arthur, has to shield his body from the terrible people like me!" He said rather dramatically.
"Belt up! You are scum. Stupid French, it's a miracle you weren't too snobby to learn English," Arthur snapped,"You are just full of hate fire are you not?" Arthur crossed his arms and began to slip out of his nice shoes and put sneakers on."And you are filled with hormones! What is your point?!" He growled.
"Why are you so hateful? You must have been joyous and kind at one point in time. Shouldn't you have been? Children aren't born with hate in their hearts." He said. Arthur seemed to deflate from his angry stature after that. His eyes looked down and then he shook his head,"Now that is none of your business. Why don't you focus on your pain. I'll focus on my backstory."
He then tied his shoes and stomped out of the locker room.
Francis chuckled and then shook his head as the bell signaled for class to be changing. He slowly began to change out of his clothes and into his uniform. He shook his head softly and frowned, this class had too much of her in it.
He had shared this class with her. He had always helped her with the excises in it, they usually ran at the beginning of each class and it was funny when she would get so tired. But she always tried much too hard.
He tried to wash his hands of her memory for but a moment, but it wasn't working, nothing was working. He then heard the door open and brightened up a bit hearing Gil arguing with the new foreign exchange student from Austria. "No! Nein! That is just not possible! It isn't!" He said, more like yelled.
"You can yell all you want, I have a higher grade than you in English class and German for that matter, you should be shamed to be German." A snobby voice said, it sounded so proper and strict it was frightening, not to Francis of course, but damn.
Francis then saw Gil and they made eye contact. "Tell this guy he's crazed Francis!" Gil shouted. "Inside voice cher," Francis said simply,"He says his English grade is higher than mine!" He said. He then nudged the Austrian kid, Roderich. "He says he is beating my ninety and he only learnt English two years ago! I learnt it three! I have to be beating him right?!"
Francis simply chuckled and turned his head.
Now that was a matter he could not resolve.
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Francis walked casually out to the gym. His eyes danced around looking for someone, he didn't realize who he was looking for until he saw him. Arthur was leaning against the wall reading some book of English poems.
Francis felt himself starting to wonder about those bruises. They looked pretty intense, and he didn't get out of Arthur what he had done. Why am I so worried? He isn't my problem.
He tried to get the subject off his mind, but the stubborn Brit stuck in his mind like a throne. He then inhaled and exhaled deeply. He felt worry crease over his heart it replaced the sad, nostalgic one that he had felt this entire day.
The coach then rallied the class together."Get off the wall Kirkland. You want an A don't you?" The coach said chuckling to himself as Arthur looked up from his book and blushed,"Uh, yes sir!" He called. He then set his book down beside the wall and scurried over to the rest of the group. There was a few chuckles from the group and Gil just smirked.
Gil didn't really like Arthur all that much and it most definitely showed.
You see, Gil's family came into money through acting. His father was a big tough guy that had won a lot of British and American awards for his work, his mother was a stern gentle woman who happened to be really good at what she did. She had given Francis and Toni a demonstration on her talent. It was jaw dropping.
Arthur's mother had used to be a popular blogger while she was alive, her husband ran most of the popular record company. She had posted a horrid review about one of the movies that the two starred in together. She had critiqued their acting and the two groups had hated each other since.
Of course Gil and his family had been invited to Arthurs parents funeral, a lot of big names had been, Francis had been there, forced by his parents.
But at the funeral Gil had, with his younger brother, expressed his condolences. Arthur had given him a cold and offensive reply. Francis never could quite get out of his friend what it was. But that just fueled Gilbert's hate for Arthur.
Now Arthur and Francis just didn't get along, they were much too different, but Gilbert, he hated Arthur with a passion.
Arthur was standing relatively close to Francis, as the coach debriefed them about how to pass this test in skill for running he inspected Arthur, he didn't even act like he was in pain, but Francis knew that bruise had to hurt. It looked like hell. It made him worried inside for some unknown reason.
Once they all started to walk out to the track Francis walked past Arthur. Arthur had been having a quick discussion with the coach."—Every week when we run you come up with some sort of issue you have. Unless you have a doctors note you are going to run—." The rest of the conversation was cut off as Francis walked past him.
"Ha! I am gonna ace this!" Gil cheered as he nudged Francis and smirked. "It's the one thing you are good at." That new Austrian kid said in a tease,"Oh shut it bärchen! You will probably have the slowest time."
They all got out on the track and started running. They did a few laps and most of the guys were faring quite well. The nerds were having some serious issues, Kiku dropped out, a few of the nerdy girls stopped after a while and they got how long they lasted.
Francis was focused on going around as many times as possible. He heard a loud panting noise behind him and turned seeing Arthur chugging along. He was sheet white and looked like he was going to pass out. Francis slowed down his pace a small bit and then caught up with Arthur,"Go in, no one wants to see you pass out." He said before he quickened his pace hardly breaking a sweat. He knew Arthur was quite stubborn and wasn't sure if he would take his advice or not. He shrugged it off and then continued to run along.
It wasn't like he cared or anything. He didn't, he just didn't like to see the suffering of another person. It was worse than you could think.
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