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Chapter 11: My Artie part 2

The next day at school they registered and Alfred and Matthew were to show them around. They went down the sidewalk leading to gym later and saw two teens walking one carrying a crate limping over examining his nails. Alfred sped up his pace then went running.

"What are you doing," he yelled.

"Carrying gym supplies," Arthur said turning and looking up at him like he was stupid.

"Why isn't he doing it?!"

"He's being a bum," Arthur shrugged.

"Hey shut up," the other said looking at him.

"No, you shut up," Alfred snapped grabbing his collar snarling. "You should have helped! He's hurt and all you are is trash for not helping him!"

Arthur looked between the two eyes big.

"Alfred that's enough! I'm not hurt bad so drop it! I'm fine!"

"You shouldn't be carrying that stupid! You should make someone else do it for you! God you're so stupid! Put it down!"

"Stop calling me stupid!"

"You are stupid! Stop pushing yourself! It's pointless," Alfred yelled then let go of the other teen who walked away glaring. "Give it here!"

"No!"

"Now!"

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't!"

"STOP SAYING THAT," Arthur exploded looking up at him tears threatening to fall. "STOP SAYING IT'S POINTLESS WHEN I DO THINGS! STOP SAYING I CAN'T DO IT! STOP SAYING FOR ME TO NOT PUSH MYSELF! STOP ACTING LIKE I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DO THINGS LIKE THIS BUT YOU ARE! STOP! BECAUSE WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IT MAKES ME SAD," he screamed tears falling now. "BECAUSE WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SAYING I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR RIVAL! I AM GOOD ENOUGH! I CAN DO IT! I'M STILL YOUR RIVAL SO STOP SAYING THAT STUFF," he finished glaring up at him through the tears then his limp quivered when he took the crate. "I can..."

"I know," Alfred said laying a hand on his head. "But you don't need to," he said hand sliding down and his thumb swiped away his tears gently. "Stop crying. I didn't mean you weren't good enough when I say those things. I mean stop before you get hurt. You'll run yourself into the ground that way so stop. Because I worry about you. Ok? Now let's go to the gym. This is heavy," Alfred said carrying it with both hands leading the way. Arthur stared after him a minute then hurried after him protesting away demanding for him to give it back. "No way," Alfred said over and over laughing dodging his grabs making him yell at him. But his brothers could see the glow back in his eyes.

"Hmmm so that's how it is? Falling in love with his rival huh," Allistor hummed walking with them.

"They'll never admit it though," Matthew said smiling. "They're so fun to watch. Competing away and taking care of each other. It's sweet. Adorable even."

"Well he better be good to our little Artie."

"He tries his best."

"Good."

They caught up to them and Allistor scooped Arthur up and kissed his forehead making him stop and start clinging snuggling his face against his clearly wanting big brother affection after all these years. Allistor smiled at that amused. Arthur let him carry him around through the school day Alfred sputtering shocked.

"What do you expect? That's big brother for you little brothers love when big brothers spoil them," Matthew said amused. "Just look at Luddie for example," he said making Alfred look over and saw Ludwig riding on Gilberts back asleep Gilbert smiling adoringly talking to his friends. "Since when does he ever do that? Never unless it's Gilbert."

"True," Alfred laughed amused.

In Arts/music class the teacher said they'd be going over music. He started playing on his guitar demanding if anyone knew the song and if they did not to say the name start singing the words and as the class realized what it was everyone had to sing. Everyone stayed silent.

"Arthur, I said sing not sway to it," he yelled laughing.

"I like swaying," he protested.

"Well no one else has a clue what it is so far so sing it!"

Arthur started singing jumper. The teacher's eyes widened. The class stared in awe. He swayed singing along eyes shut while the class was mesmerized by his voice. He opened them after a minute then stopped slinking back chewing the nail on his thumb.

"Awww why'd you stop?"

"Because everyone is staring and won't sing t," he mumbled hiding behind Dylan's arm shyly.

"I know you people know it now so sing! Maybe we can hear Arthur's amazing voice again," They started singing and he joined in after a few seconds. They gradually got quieter so they could hear him. "Arthur you have such a beautiful voice did you take lessons," he questioned after.

"No."

"Sing in front of a crowd?"

"No."

"In front of anyone?"

"My dad."

"He tells you that you have an amazing voice?"

"No, he sings over me like a dying Whale," Arthur said perking up at the thought of his father and his terrible singing. The class roared with laughter. "Well he does," Arthur protested thinking they didn't believe him.

"I can imagine," Dylan said ruffling his hair. "I remember mom telling us dad wasn't allowed to sing lullabies when we were kids because she didn't want out ears to bleed."

"And he tried to anyway," Liam pointed out.

"And mom tried to smother him," Allistor laughed.

They laughed remembering that. Arthur went home later chattering away to his dad about how music class went and he protested he didn't sing bad making Arthur argue and he tried to sing but Athena hit him yelling she didn't want anyone going deaf. His brothers laughed hard at the three. They were glad Arthur and their mom made up the day before. They laughed when their dad was making dinner with Arthur and was waltzing him around crazily to the music. Arthur was in wild giggles having fun. They had never met anyone so adorable in their lives as Arthur. He was the definition of adorable.