AN: This didn't go the way I planned at all.

I hope you like it!

It was already the middle of March that Monday after Arthur slept over, the thing I really hated about March was that it was a fucking teaser. 'Wow it looks sunny out today!' 'Hahaha you punk slut it's still 30 degrees, put on a fucking coat.'

The other thing I hated about spring was allergies. I had no idea what I was even allergic to, I guess the sudden brightness of natural lighting was something my body could never get used to.

Going to school the next week, I felt like shit. My eyes felt swollen like when you stay up too late at night, my nose felt like a clogged toilet, and my ears felt like someone stuck cotton into them. Very attractive, I concluded.

Arthur laughed every single time I sneezed. Some people can sneeze and it sounds like a normal sneeze, someone's says bless your beautiful soul and its all over. Most girls have that really adorable sneeze that sounds like a kitten and you just want them to snort pepper so you could hear it again.

Mine made the whole room stop because it sounded like a train crashing into a brick wall.

As if awkward stares weren't enough, Arthur couldn't control himself and would just laugh at me smacking my face onto the desk from me covering my face and jerking forward.

"Bless you, Al, you poor soul." He'd say through biting his lip.

People at school even started to associate us together. The New Kid and the Freak. Sometimes guys with overly sized sports bags would call us faggots, or gays, or homos. (Really, they never got creative with their name calling,) But since Arthur didn't seem to care, I didn't either.

The first time though I was at my locker by myself hearing guys talking behind me, loud enough that I knew they wanted me to hear, saying things I don't want to repeat. It sort of gave me a flashback from my old school, and that made my heart race so hard I felt it pulsating in my ears. I wasn't going back to that, I didn't want that again not ever again I didn't want the black eyes and broken glasses back at all ever again I wasn't going back to that. It was supposed to be different this time, wasn't it?

Just when I felt like I was going to scream, I noticed Arthur leaning on the locker beside me. He had a curious look on his face, probably wondering why my hood was up and why I was hiding my face as much as possible. He calmed me down by just being there, so I learned to ignore things just like he did.

It really was better here with Arthur, it made me realize how much I started depending on him.

On my way to my 8th period class, (Genetics with a really boring teacher, but thankfully I actually liked science enough to pay attention) Arthur slapped a paper on my drawstring backpack with tape to leave it on. Worrying about if it said something really stupid or not, I quickly ripped it off. In quickly written script than even if it was a bit sloppy it was better than my handwriting he wrote 'come over yo.'

I looked behind me in the almost empty hallway to see that heavy black messenger bag slapping against Arthur's leg, and his green hair almost fading. I hadn't been to his house again since the first time I was their meeting his "clumsy as a toddler" mom. We actually never really did hang out outside of school, I made a mental note that we probably should more as I shyly walked into class late and almost got written up for it. I almost heard someone say I was busy kissing my "boyfriend" goodbye, but I tuned myself out once I heard that and slipped into the very back of the room to the seat with nazi swastikas, another word for the female genitalia written, and just penis everywhere on the top left part of the desk. Straight guys could be really fucking gay sometimes, they can't go one day without drawing a dick on something.

Arthur met me outside of my class once the bell rang about people rushed out the school like they were Andy in The Shawshank Redemption leaving solitary confinement. Arthur and I walked to his home together, just like last time. Only this time, we were a lot louder.

"Al, I don't think burritos can withstand that much lava."

"What?! But how will we have them after the Earth starts melting and we're all watching from spaceships from Mars or something?!"

"Maybe they'll be people there who know how to make it? Why should you worry about that, you'll be long dead by the time that happens. Maybe burritos won't even exist."

I stopped dead in my tracks. He looked back at me confused, as if what he said hadn't hurt. But it did.

We continued arguing about the color of my socks and wether or not Arthur should dye his hair again. (I told him not to, I liked his untidy blonde color better)

We finally got to his house and he unlocked the door, still facing me because he was criticizing that "stupid, infuriatingly annoying cowlick that makes me cringe internally every time I look at you" while I tried really hard not to bring up his eyebrows because I knew that would've made him suffocate me with his green hoodie. I was smart.

We stopped our weird, pointless arguments as we climbed up his steps to his bedroom, the farthest one on the right side. I almost felt sort of honored as he opened the door with the "KEEP OUT" sign on it written in blue crayon with the second E facing the wrong way. It reminded me of my "HERO'S ONLY" sign in the house we lived in with my mom in NY, written on crumpled notebook paper and stuck halfway up the door with Scotch tape.

His room was surprisingly messy, even though his locker is sprayed with lysol almost everyday. The walls had posters of bands from the UK and a TV poster for Doctor Who with the 4th doctor on it. I'd have to talk with him about that one of these days. There were books everywhere too, and broken pencils. Lots of empty goldfish packs around the trash can, very attractive. The blinds on the window were lopsided, I could imagine him getting confused trying to fix it and just huffing away once he realized he couldn't fix it.

"You can leave your stuff anywhere." He said throwing his bag on his bed the same way you wouldn't throw a newborn baby. He sat in his desk chair and swiveled around as I crashed onto his bed.

"You know what's in these?" Arthur held up one of the notebooks underneath his desk, each one of them different. The one he was holding had a puppy on it, kinda looked like he bought it at Target.

"Poems." He said simply, looking through the notebooks. It sort of sounded like a confession, the way he said it.

I clutched one of his pillow into my arms, it smelled like hair gel and saliva.

"I watch Bill Nye every summer."

"That's... not surprising."

"I also tried to play the guitar at one point with my dad. I got impatient though and sorta gave up." I stared up up the ceiling now, with my head on his pillow.

"My mom wanted me to play the flute." I could practically hear the disgust in his voice. "I would've been the only guy playing flute if she had forced me."

"I once stuck this girl I hated's flute down my pants."

He laughed. "Geez, Al."

"I'm also really allergic to nuts, and pollen. And spring."

"I have OCD."

"I'm.. scared of ghosts."

"I'm an NSYNC fan."

"I'm gay."

"What?"

"What?"

I sat up so quickly the low ceiling light smacked me in the face and I screamed because I hadn't realized it was actually there.

Through loud cursing and throbbing head pain that felt like getting shot, I heard Arthur laughing like that time I lost my Doritos to the vending machine.

I'd have to give him hard time about that.

And through the mess of getting my head seriously injured, I almost forgot what my last words were before falling backwards onto the bed again.

Shit, I had actually said I was gay to someone for the first time.

AN: I'm uploading this very quickly since I should be sleeping right now! So I'm sorry for any errors in anythign at all, please leave a review! I'll see it in the morning! uwu