I've decided to post the second chapter! Hopefully this one will get popular as well as the other stories I have ouo;; I just really like this idea, but it kind of faded after a while. But then I read over it and now I'm back xD

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Arthur woke up to silence. Usually his mother was at the door to tell him to get up, but it felt as if no one was in the house at all. At first he forgot what day it was, but then he remembered: it was Saturday. It has been two days since that night he was introduced with his future life partner, and he hadn't once checked his wristband to read up on her. He didn't care much for the woman, but he will have to look at it eventually.

Sitting up in bed, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared around his room. The sleek, beige walls with matching ceiling and floor; his closet which was built in the wall with a small button to open it; and he looked at his plain beige colored bed with no headboard. He was aloud to decorate his room to his liking, since it was one of the only things that The Elites thought was necessary for self-expression, but Arthur hadn't done much. He rather liked it plain with its beige walls, bedside table, and even the simple lamp on his boring desk.

Getting out of bed now, he glanced at the clock built in the wall ahead of him, and noticed it was a little past the usual time he'd be woken up for school. But today is Saturday, and it is the only day a week where people got to choose what they do today: Go to the Game House, which had simple card games and chess/checker boards, things to challenge the mind; The Botanical Gardens, which is the fairly large stretch of land that had tree's and flowers of the such; and lastly you could visit someone, it be a grandparent at the Elder Buildings, a sanctuary where the old are taken to when they are a good ten years before they die at age 80 (it being the most appropriate age, you already lived enough life and you won't be brittle and useless), or visit a friend at their house which was very rare given that not many people liked having others in their own homes.

Arthur wondered where his parents had gotten to, and got out of bed and did a quick walkthrough of his house to find them, but found a note from his father on the table next to his breakfast that must have just arrived. The note read "Me and your Mother received extra hours at our jobs; urgent, don't worry about it," in his fathers horrible handwriting. Not many people write notes anymore, since technology has a faster means of typing, but Arthur's father was a man who liked to do the non-normal things since he works for disposing and cleaning of artifacts from the Unmentionable Times.

His brothers were already married and off in their own lives, and so he doesn't get to see them often, of course they wouldn't be at his house.

He was alone.

It's been awhile that Arthur was left alone. He felt relaxed, not having to speak to his parent's, or go to school for a day, or even hurry to eat his oatmeal breakfast. Not to mention being in his comfortable sleepwear added to his relaxation. Who knows, he might decide it was time to stay at home for once. It was an option, just not a smiled-upon one.

After he finished his food, and disposing it down the garbage chute by the table, before he sat back down there was a loud knock on his door. That was odd, who in their right minds would be knocking on someone's door today, or any day? The neighbors do not bother each other, and it is odd when one actually comes by for some reason.

He contemplated going and dressing before answering it, but the knock came again and he sighed, going over and swiftly pressing the button that opened the door (much like his closet). Sure enough, it was the rebel, Alfred F. Jones.

To be honest, Arthur wasn't all that surprised it was him, but still felt embarrassed answering the door in his sleepwear. "Yes?" he asked, crossing his arms and staring at the other with an unamused expression.

Alfred was just smiling as he said, "Hey there, Arthur! I was wondering, since I know you, and you know me, and that sort of makes us friends, and it's Saturday, would you like to come over to my house? It would be fun!" he seemed confident as he took Arthur off guard already twice in under five minutes; the first being coming by at all.

"C-Come over to your house?" Arthur asked, his cheeks growing to the color of a fine pink, staring at the man with a confused face. "Why are you suddenly asking me? It's not like we know each other all that well."

"If you come to my house, we can get to know each other!" he stated his smiling growing. "And I want to be good friends with you, and I want to get to know you and and…" he seemed to get flustered as he kept talking, Arthur finally shushing him.

"Alright, alright, I'll come to your house, just stop blabbering! Let me get dressed first, Alfred." He said, and then shut the door, turning around, and leaning against it. He let out a sigh (more like a relief breath), and closed his eyes for a moment. He'll be going to Alfred's house. He was embarrassed, and didn't need to go, but he sort of wants to know how Alfred's room was like.

He kept that thought in mind, telling himself that is all the reasons to go to his house, as he quickly got dressed in his navy blue clothes, and then opened the door again, not before slipping his Notepad into his pocket. It was called a Notepad, even though it was more like a tablet, for easy alert messages to family, and had school materials on it. He heard someone had hacked into theirs and got it to play games as well, but he could never figure it out.

"Alright then, lead the way." Arthur said to the other, and they left the walkway towards his house and walked side by side on the sidewalk.

Alfred was a bit quiet on the way to his house, looking around at his surroundings, as if he was in his own little world in his head. Arthur would glance sideways at him, admiring the face he made when he thought no one was looking at him. It was relaxed, with a small smile always present. It looked peaceful, like he had no worries. It made Arthur feel reassured at the ridiculous thing he was doing, going to someone's house…it just isn't common in this kind of world!

When they arrived, Alfred just strolled inside, Arthur following at a reasonable distance behind. The house was exactly the same as his, as all of them are here, but it was the rooms that were different. Once Alfred opened the door to his room, Arthur was taken aback.

The room was structured differently; a platform slightly raised one step higher, his bed and desk on it with quilted railings. The floors were carpeted, and it was a fuzzy blue color, just like the special occasion outfit he wore. The walls were the same color as the carpet, besides the white one behind his bed, which had permanent-printed maps of the outlines of the dome, with markings and writings on it, and on the walls themselves. His bed had dark red sheets with matching pillows, and his desk was brown (though it wasn't wood), cluttered with pens, markers, and more paper. To think no one used paper, but here is someone who owned a lot of it. A small bookcase was against the wall filled with old books, some of them looking like they had to be glued back together, obviously stolen. No one used books since the Unmentionable Times, but there was a half-destroyed library that no one but the disposal team was allowed to enter, to get rid of all the useless literature. Arthur honestly loves to read, but had already read all the available books and poetry from his Notepad. The Elites give only specifically 90 different types of literature and poetry that are vital to any work that would proceed in the future. They were boring and the poetry did not have hidden meanings or specific metaphors, but plain things.

He had to admit, Alfred seemed to get pretty creative with his decorating.

"Do you like it?" he asked after a moment, "No one but me is allowed inside. Not even my parents! That's how I got away with having all of these maps and books being here." he informed Arthur.

"Why are you telling me this? I could easily report you right now." Arthur asked warily, wondering if this is the reason he was showing him this.

"I know you won't report me," Alfred turned to face him, and put on a cute face, "you won't, right?" he asked in a pleading, mock-adorable tone.

Arthur flushed a bright pink, but replied with, "A-Alright, you caught me, I won't. O-Only because I'm really fascinated in the books…"

Alfred gave a satisfied smile, "That's what I thought," he walked over to the bookcase and took out one of the books, "and look, this is a comic book!"

Arthur looked as he flipped the pages very fast, the colorful pages flickering. "It's a book full of…pictures?" he questioned.

"Yeah, it is! It tells a made up story through pictures with little bubbles full of writing!" He explained with great enthusiasm. He seemed to be fond of them, almost as much as the actual books.

"Alfred, how exactly did you steal all of these books…?" Arthur asked. He thought it was strange for someone like Alfred to easily take the books without being seen.

Alfred's smile fell, and he put down the comic book. "Ah, that…uhm…" he hesitated, "…I have connections; people who didn't want to destroy the books so snuck them to me. I also took some when it was dark." He finished. "How about you don't ask so many questions, okay?"

"I already told you I wouldn't tell anyone, you have my word." Arthur crossed his arms.

The other went to sit down on his bed, "Anyways," he said with a smile, "how about we talk about something sort of important to me, okay?"

Done! Please review and give your thoughts! Thanks!