This chapter takes place on the next day, starting with Alfred on his way back from vacation. He is off for his first day back though.
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I couldn't wait to be home. I had been driving for a few long hours to get there. The vacation had been nice, especially with that shell and Arthur. I just really liked being at home, and I hadn't ever been away from my brother, Matthew, this long. He's Canadian. It is almost as cool as being American.
I heard the radio in my car turn on. "Oh my God. There is a ghost in my car! My car is haunted! Someone help me!" I shouted, but I wasn't scared because I am the hero. Next to me, my brother Matthew suddenly appeared. He shook his head, sighing.
"Geez, Al, you're so loud. Your car isn't haunted. I turned on the radio. You are so stupid sometimes." He was clutching onto his trademark bear, arms wrapped around it tight. He was a couple years younger than me, but still too old for a dumb stuffed bear.
"Have you been here the whole time, Mattie?" I didn't remember him coming with me. Usually, I was the only one who remembered Matthew, but everyone has their off days. He shook his head.
"I went on vacation to the beach with you, Alfred. I thought maybe you could remember that. You're my brother for pete's sake." He put his head back and sunk into his chair. Soon, the car ride had him asleep.
Some noise came from out of the shell that was residing in the backseat of my car."I heard shouting. What's going on?" Arthurs's voice rang out through the car. If I could find the atmosphere book, it might tell me what that tone in the back of his voice meant.
"Its nothing," I responded back through, "I just thought my car was haunted."
"Oh." He sounded surprised. "You know that you are an idiot, right?" He kept insulting my intelligence, but I ignored him listening to the radio instead. Next to me, Matthew started to wake up.
"Shh. Arthur, be quiet." I didn't ever keep a secret from my brother before, but I don't think he would take well to this. He didn't stop talking though. "My brother will hear you. Shut up, Artie."
He got ticked off at my nickname for him, and shouted "My name is Arthur, not Artie or anything else you had in mind." It was too late. Now, Matt was up and freaking out.
"Holy maple surup, Alfred, what was that voice?" He was sitting straight up now, eyes searching everywhere for the source of Artie's voice.
"Okay, Matt, you asked so I'lll tell you the whole story. On the vacation that we were just on, I was walking along the beach, when I tripped over something. When I looked I found this shell. Its supposed to be good luck or whatever to take a shell home, and I figured this one was good enough. Since it was colored funny, I thought some kind of underwater hero sent it to me, and I listened for his message. Only, I didn't hear some sort of top secret message, I heard this guy yelling about frogs. We found out that the shell has some sort of magic thing that made it into a teleshell. The end." I finished proudly. I was the hero after all.
"Yes, the same thing kind of happended to me." Artie added. "Except for my crazy uncle sent me the shell, and I got to hear this idiot talking about heroes and such."
Matthew's eyes widened and he sat back again. "So my brother finds a magic shell, and now I am having a conversation with someone I've never met. I'm not using a phone, either. I am talking to someone through a freaking magic shell." If Matthew could talk loud enough, I'm sure he would be shouting right now. Something must have made him mad.
Artie said that we needed to sort this out without him listening through the shell and told us he was going to leave his house. That seemed okay. We couldn't possibly need him for anything. If we did, I had his cell number. Artie said it would look weird if we constantly carried shells around. When we were around the shells we would use those.
Soon, Matt and I were back home and unpacking our stuff. we proceeded to put in a scary movie, which I could totally handle, because I'm the hero. Apparently, Arthur came back to his house during the movie because he was freaking out.
"What is all that yelling? Are you two alright?" He actually remembered Matthew. Most people would have only asked about me. "Answer me. What is all the yelling?"
Surprisingly, Matthew responded. "Don't worry about it. My stupid brother just put in a movie he couldn't handle. It isn't anything to get so freaked out over. Next time, I'll cover up the shell, so you aren't disturbed." Matthew never talked to anybody. Now, he was talking to Arthur, insulting my heroness, using my shell.
"Shut up, Matthew." I never told my brother to shut up, but I couldn't have Arthur thinking I was a coward. I was a hero, not some scaredy cat. No one was allowed to think otherwise.
"Arthur, are there two voices coming out of your shell now? You should probably say something to your whack job uncle." I recognized that voice from the yelling yesterday. Maybe he was the talking frog. There was a thud followed by a should from the same voice that just spoke. I couldn't understand what he said though.
Apparently Matt did because he laughed and responded in the same gibberish as the other guy. There were two shocked noises from the other side.
"You speak frog!" Arthur was shouting. He sounded upset.
"I can't believe it. The cute voice can speak French. I am Francis Bonnefoy, and I believe we now have a inside joke." There was some kind of strange laugh too 'onhonhon' or something like that.
"I'm Matthew Williams." Matthew seemed immediatly at ease now. There was something about that Francis guy though. I couldn't help but feel he was a raging pervert who thought my little brother was cute. I didn't want him to even think about talking to my brother.
"Wait," said Artie, thoughtful "if you two are brothers, how do you have different last names?" Matthew and I got that question a lot. It was growing to be a pain to answer, so instead I switched topics.
"How did you know we were brothers?" It was kind of strange, that he knew that without me telling him. "Are you psychic? Dude, I got it, your superpower is like telepathy or something and you are using this shell to keep me from finding out!" I finally figured it out. I can't believe it took me that long.
"Again with the superpowers. Alfred, if the shell was only a trick, how could Mathew and the frog use it? I don't have any superpowers. I only knew that Matthew was your brother because you have both said it. If you don't want to tell me why your names are different, then don't." I didn't need the atmosphere book to tell something was wrong.
"Sorry, Artie. I didn't mean to make you so mad. Its just, you don't belive in heroes even when you're talking to one. I got excited when I thought you were only pretending not to believe. Please calm down. Plus, I don't remember saying that Mattiew was my brother." There was a sigh and a mumbled apology for getting so worked up. Francis and Matthew had exchanged nnumbers and were texting back and forth.
"Arthur, I have to go. I know just the perfect person for Mattie to meet over your shell." Francis then left the conversation. At least he wasn't interested in my brother, but I was worried about who he thought might be.
"Don't you dare bring that guy inside my house!" Apparently Arthur was too.
Arthur said that at his house in England it was getting pretty late and he was going to bed. I was tired too, from the long drive. We said our goodbyes and left the shells. Matthew went to his room to continue his conversation with Francis, who appparently was gonna get the maple kicked out of him if he didn't spill who he wanted Matthew to meet.
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wow second chapter done. I'm so excited. Next chapter I introduce the rest of the bad touch trio and the Italy brothers and Germany too. The wheels are spinning. I have the next few chapters planned out so updates should be fast. I proof read this like four times so hopefully there aren't many typos.