Okay, chapter 4 is up. It's fluffy. That's all I can say. Also, when I write this, I don't use description that much for the simple fact that guys aren't that descriptive. I don't like that ukesemelovelovecrap, I want these guys to be disgusting and manly and awkward. YEAH. (I'm failing, though.)
The park wasn't really anything special; a few benches, playground for children and trees. There was also a small hill there, on which the boys were sitting on. Again, they didn't talk. Matthew didn't know what to say, Arthur didn't strike up a conversation. Oddly enough, he wasn't staring at Matthew. Instead he ws gazing down the hill, as if trying to avoid the canadian's eyes.
He really is ashamed.
For the first time ever, Matthew studied Arthur. His blonde hair was really messy, kind of like a nest. He had very pale skin, a milky white shade, which made the thick black eyebrows stand out. Arthur was skinny in a boney-kind of way. Overall, he wasn't someone that you could call good-looking, actually he was a little crude.
When you tought about everything, his looks, his personality, his effect on Matthew's life, you really couldn't understand why Matthew was falling for him.
Suddenly Arthur spoke up, startling Matthew.
"Let me ask you, why are you friends with Frog anyway?"
Matthew lifted his eyebrows.
"Why are you asking?"
"Just curious."
With a sigh, Matthew leaned back and fixed his glasses.
"I don't know; on the first day in school, Alf and I were a little lost so we just asked someone where the biology class is. It happened to be Francis who we asked, and things got rolling. My friends are usually more like Tino or Katyusha, the quieter, normal ones, so I have no idea what Francis sees in me. Maybe it's just because I'm Alfred's brother."
Now the familiar (strange to think that way) stare was back.
"Say, Arthur, why are you acting like this? First you were aggressive, a fucking psycho, and now you're like...I don't know...polite? Yeah. Polite and all. What the hell?"
Arthur bit his lip, blushing slighty.
"It's because I put rum in my tea."
"...What?"
"Rum, you know, the stuff that pirates drank. I put it in my bloody tea."
"Yeah, I got that, but what do you mean, 'It's because I put rum in my tea' thing?" Matthew asked, copying the british accent. Arthur snickered.
"Well, I drink tea every morning, and for the last few bloody days we've had the wrong brand of rum. It's a bit stronger than the usual, so I acted differently because of that."
"You're fucking weird."
"Why? Because of the rum?"
"No, I can see you drinking rum. But tea?"
"Do not forget, I am british afterall."
They laughed a bit. Matthew felt relaxed, for the first time in days. Arthur wasn't really that horrible; actually he was quite good company. It was weird for him to think that way, but even with all the trouble Arthur had caused he made Matthew enjoy himself.
Dammit, am I a masochist or something?
"So they were kind of drunk confessions, what you said on the trashes."
"Well, if you look it that way."
"So...do you drink a lot of alcohol...? Other than in tea."
"Not really. I can't handle myself while drunk. I slip rum in my tea just for the taste, not to get drunk. Occasionally I do drink though, usually to make myself feel better or atleast numb. You?"
"Alfred has thrown a few parties with alcohol, and I have had a few there, but I am not a drinker. Plus, everytime I was drunk I did something stupid", he ansrewed.
"Like what?"
"Do I really have to tell?"
"If you may", the polite Arthur was back.
"Ah, well, once I started making out with that Michelle, you know her. Well, it lead to...things."
"Oh?"
"She was really mad in the morning", Matthew blushed. It was embaressing for him to talk about it, and he really didn't know Arthur that well. There was just something that made him talk.
"Don't worry, lad, it's not the worst that can happen. I have done much stupider things", Arthur said, smiling kind of shyly.
"Like? You have to tell me, I already told you what I did."
"Bloody hell...Okay, threesome."
"Whaaat?!"
"See? No selfcontrol at all!"
"With who? People from our school?"
Arthur hid his face behind his hair. You could see his face was bright red.
"I can't tell you, you'd never see those people the same way again..."
"C'mon..."
"I'm not telling you...!"
"Just say it."
"No, I will not. I won't tell who they were. All I can say, they were male", he laughed a little.
"What? Oh my God, you're a horrible drunk."
"Meh. Was worth it. Anyone can shag a girl, but it takes a proper drunk to have gay threesome."
It was an awkward conversation, but neither of them felt that way. It was just fun, as strange as it sounds.
Arthur turned on his stomach so he was facing Matthew, folded arms holding him up. They looked at each other, quietly.
"Mattie."
"Yeah?"
Arthur came a little closer, face just inches away from Matthew's.
"I'd like to kiss you now."
There was a still moment. Then Matthew pressed his lips against Arthur's for a sweet kiss. His arms snaked around Arthur as he pulled him down.
Arthur was intoxicating. His lips, they were magic, they tasted like rum and tea.
It was the best kiss Matthew had ever had.
Their lips parted, leaving a blush on their cheeks. Arthur smiled.
"As good as I tought it would be."
Now Matthew knew. He really liked this punk. He really, really liked him.
