Playlist so far:

1-While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles

2-Come Together by The Beatles

3-My Songs Know what you Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy

4-Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Ugh! Writers block! It took me forever to write this.

The song mainly relates to the scene with Arthur's mother, as her house is where he truly feels at peace. And to me, that's what the song is about.

They really didn't need a ride to their mum's house.

Arthur was completely fine with walking, as was Liam. But apparently, Francis would have none of that.

"It is on my way home, and I have to drop Toni off anyway," he insisted. Grumbling as he packed up his guitar, Arthur accepted.

The ride was awkward. Though the Spaniard and Frenchman talked happily, the Kirklands sat in total silence. The van was littered not only with sheet music and cds, but plumbing supplies that rattled around through every turn and bump.

"Well," Toni finally said as they pulled up to his driveway, "I'll see you all on Tuesday. Adios, amigos!" He took his bass from the back of the van and headed into his house, waving and effectively leaving the Kirklands and Francis alone.

"So," Francis said, turning to face Arthur. "Which way." The Brit gave him the proper directions. Noticing a pile of cds near his feet, he began to flip through them.

"Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish..." He muttered as he flipped through them. "Hell-o, what's this?" He held up a yellow album with four oddly-clad men. "Magical Mystery Tour. Beatles fan, are we?"

The frenchman laughed. "I suppose you could say that. I particularly like All You Need is Love." Of course he did; that one began with La Marseilles. "But," Francis continued, "The rest of them are not half bad."

"Well, at least you have some good tastes. They had some pretty psychedelic songs, they did."

"Oui. I thought that you were just a heavy metal person."

Arthur scoffed, and Liam groaned. "Here we go again..." He said, making a pillow out of his hoodie. "Wake me up when he's done ranting."

"Metal is not the same as punk rock! Punk rock is far better!" He huffed. "At least rock music has actual words, not just screaming."

"Je suis desole," Francis chuckled. "Didn't know you were that caring about it."

"You'd be too, if you were in a band."

A silence followed, and Arthur averted his eyes to glance out his window. "This is her house," he finally said. "Thanks."

Liam grabbed his bags and exited the van after saying a quick ta, but Arthur sat for a minute more before taking his duffel in one hand and reaching for his guitar case, which was resting against the front seat, in the other.

Soft, gentle hands brushed over his as he gripped the handle, and he recoiled slightly. Glancing up, he saw Francis' eyes scanning over the contusion that lay across his knuckles, which had turned an ugly shade of purple.

"How does one fall in such a way that it hurts you here?"

The brit pulled his hand–and the case–away quickly, then exiting the vehicle and walking up his mother's driveway.

~x~X~x~

Everything felt better as soon as he walked through the door. Though it had only been one week since he had been with his mum, it felt like ages. And, he knew that though it would be a week, it would feel like only a moment had passed before he had to leave his mother's house–his safe haven.

Their mum accepted them and loved them. She would laugh along with Liam's pranks, and she would listen to Arthur's music, smiling as she remembered her own taste in music from when she was growing up. He knew some of her favorites were mixed into his playlist. She fed into their pet passions, accepting them for who they were.

Upon their arrival, she had made the two of them dinner, asking how each of their weeks were. She listened happily to the news about the band, as well as Liam's latest achievements. They told their white lies, leaving out the parts in which they were at home with their father. That would be more drama than it would be worth, in their eyes.

"Both of you are so thin," their mother chided. "Go on and eat."

"We're fine, mum," Liam promised, Arthur nodding in agreement. They were used to this.

She made a face, accepting (but not satisfied) with the answer. "Well, alright... Arthur, love, could you please do the dishes?" He nodded, taking the plates to the kitchen, taking off his leather bracelets before turning the faucet on. As he doused the dishes in soap, he heard laughter coming from the other room.

All was right in the world.

~x~X~x~

Arthur grimaced as he heard his alarm blaring at him. God, did he hate Mondays. Still, better than the Mondays spent at his father's. He turned it off, dragging himself out of bed and raking his fingers through his mop of hair. After getting dressed and making himself look somewhat presentable, he walked past Liam's bed out of the room.

7:30. He still had time. He tossed some bread in the toaster and made some tea. One wouldn't think a punk would like tea, but this clearly wasn't the case with Arthur. Everyone in the UK drank tea, and he was no exception.

As he spread butter onto the slightly blackened bread, Liam stumbled into the kitchen. "'Mornin..." Arthur nodded in response as the redhead searched for the coffee pot.

Despite being at their mother's house, they ate in silence.

7:50. They headed out early this morning. Clouds were, as usual, in the sky as they made their way to school. They had a bit more than a half hour before class, so the two of them waited outside the school building, Arthur using his finger exerciser to try and work through the pain in his left hand. He wanted to be able to play again before Tuesday's practice.

"Well," He heard a cheery voice boom. "I never took you to be a morning person."

"Piss off," he told Gil, shoving the exerciser back into his bag. "My alarm went off early."

"Right."

"What are you even doing here?" He questioned.

"Francis and his sister usually come early, so I dragged Carriedo off his ass to get here." From behind the Prussian, Toni gave a tired wave.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. Francis came to school early, as well? Not that I care, he told himself. Absentmindedly, he tried to tame his hair.

"Good morning," said a soft, sweet voice. Gil grinned and turned around.

"Guten morgen, mein schatz!" The small blonde girl was pulled into a hug. "My girlfriend, Maddie," the Prussian explained. Maddie waved.

Francis walked up behind him, giving him a sharp elbow. "Don't get too carried away." His violet blue eyes seemed to have a smolder to them, as if a warning to treat the girl right.

"Ja, I know, Francey-Pants."

He smiled slightly. "And good morning, Toni. Kirklands."

"Morning," Arthur muttered as Antonio whined about how tired he was.

"When are you planning your next practice?"

"Tomorrow, actually." The Brit gave a slight smirk. "Planning on stopping by?" He wasn't expecting an answer.

"Oui."

He did a double take. "Pardon?"

"I said 'oui'. I have to drop Toni off, anyway. That is alright, right?"

He nodded. "I... I guess I'll see you there, then." Francis smiled in response.

The bell rang as the doors unlocked. As Arthur hurried inside, he started thinking about what he'd wear tomorrow.

If you're wondering what a finger exerciser is, it's this thing you can get from most music stores. It has four button-like things attatched to springs. It works one up to pressing down on hard guitar strings.