The bell rang and the entire class practically ran out of the classroom. It wasn't that they were in a rush to go to their next class, it was just…well, it was Math. Nobody liked Math. But anyways, this isn't the time or place to rant about my strong dislike of numbers. The next class that I had was French, which was equally as boring. I had it with Arthur, who struggles more than I did with the foreign language, and Francis, who, with his French parentage and all, we a complete natural.

In the lesson, we were working in groups on a project that I'll admit, I had no clue whatsoever as to what it was about. (A/N Damn. That sounds so much like me in French last semester. Maybe I'd have done better if I'd paid attention instead of writing fanfiction in class.) We left Francis to work out what we were meant to do and enjoyed a couple minutes of free time. I looked over at Arthur to see that he was texting. It was probably my brother he was talking to. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. I'd been around couples enough to know how private and intimate texting can be. In fact, I have several examples that Gilbert and Francis have shown me with I will probably never be able to get out of my head. But this wasn't like that. I could tell straight away from Arthur's face. His usual casual smile had been replaced with a look of concern as he stared at his phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Nothing." Arthur lied.

"Arthur, I know something's up. What is it?" I asked, leaning over in an attempt to read the text conversation.

"Your brother doesn't seem to know how to take a joke." Arthur sighed. "That, and he seems to be really jealous of our shared love of horror films." So my brother, as usual, was being a complete dick.

"He's a complete dick." I told Arthur. "Don't worry about him. He's probably a little slow form the brain damage playing football might have given him." I said, making Arthur laugh. I loved his laugh. It was adorable and I didn't hear it as much as I'd like to, but then again, seeing as I could quite easily listen to it on loop for all eternity, I could be slightly biased.

"Yeah. He might be a poor excuse for a human being, but he's my poor excuse for a human being, and I'd love him no matter how much of a dick he is." Arthur said dreamily. The world isn't fair. How can someone s smart as Arthur, who had a straight A, almost perfect average despite his struggles in French, be so stupid as to fall in love with my brother? Don't get me wrong, I love my brother too and all, but he wasn't right for Arthur. I was right for Arthur. I like the same kind of music he does, we have the same fashion sense that Francis always likes to say is terrible, we have the same sense of humour, the same taste in books, movies, games and food. We'd be perfect for each other.

I was brought to reality once again, this time by a loud and annoyed Francis.

"Are you actually going to do anything, or are you just going to make me do it all?" He asked furiously, looking from Arthur to me. A quick and easy way to get Francis pissed was to make him to work.

"Sorry…" I apologized and attempted to get back to work "Wait… what are we even meant to be doing?" Francis sighed dramatically and launched into another explanation of the French assignment. Present something extremely boring in French. Like most French projects, not fun. (A/N Wow. Now this really sounds like French class last semester…)

"So when are you finally going to get some?" Francis asked, quickly making the conversation very awkward. I didn't really care about getting laid, but past experiences have shown me that saying anything like that to Francis would result in several days of jibes and snide comments about my lack of sexual activities.

"Why are you asking?" I asked.

"Because I'm pretty sure that you're the only virgin in our whole group of friends." I looked from Francis to Arthur. There was no way in hell both Francis and Gilbert were virgins, and Arthur had Alfred had definitely done the deed, or so Arthur had told me.

"What about Ivan?" I asked. I had to be getting more 'admirers' than Ivan. I mean, come on. There was no way on earth that Ivan was getting more love than me. I wasn't being mean, but let's be serious here for a second. For someone to get anywhere romantically with Ivan, they'd have to be as sociopathic as he was, and to be honest, I highly doubted that there was anyone else in the world that existed like that.

"Do you seriously think that he wouldn't? Apparently, it was on his vacation to 'Mother Russia' last month." Francis grinned.

"And he didn't TELL us?" Arthur demanded, slightly annoyed. Maybe it was just the general gay-ness of most of us, but we were like a group of chicks at times. We gossiped a lot and tended to share everything. I'm surprised that we don't do each other's hair and paint nails. So we then spent the rest of the lesson gossiping and ignoring the intimidating French assignment. Dear God. We were terrible.

The news flew around our group of friends quickly, and by the end of the day, a loud and excited Gilbert had rushed pretty fearlessly up to Ivan when he was at his locker.

"I can't believe you didn't tell anyone! I wanna know ALL the details. Was she hot? Did you guys get drunk? How old was she? What position did you do? Did you guys use protection?" The questions poured out of Gilbert's mouth, unfiltered. Well, Gilbert didn't really have a filter, you just wish that he had a mute button most of the time.

"You're seriously asking if I used protection?" Ivan asked, too stunned to sound murderous.

"Come on! I wanna know who the lucky girl was and how it went. And also, I really don't think that you're father material." Gilbert bravely teased. Ivan looked as though he was going to respond to the father comment before he shrugged and probably realised that it was true. Let's be honest here, his kids were going to be pretty fucked up.

"Well, we had sex after a lot of vodka, we didn't use protection, but I'm definitely not going to be a father anytime soon."

"And what makes you say that?" Gilbert asked, attempting to hide how much he cared. Deep down in there was a nice guy, you just had to dig really far and maybe save him from drowning a couple of times.

"It would be pretty difficult seeing as he had a penis." Ivan replied coolly, shutting his locker and turning to leave.

"What! I'm happy for you and everything, but that means I'm THE ONLY STRAIGHT ONE IN OUR GANG!" He cried. And it was true. Of course, Alfred and Arthur were gay, that was obvious. I was too, no surprised there. My mom raised me up to be such a sweet and polite child that I literally radiated homosexuality. Francis was bi. Some people thought that was a bit of a shocker when he came out, but not me. He talked about how beauty wasn't gender specific and that he found both equally as attractive, but we all knew that he called himself bi because he would hit on anything that moved. If I said that I was surprised that Ivan had come out of the closet, I'd be shamefully lying. The guy like ballet for crying out loud. He had to be gay. As Ivan left, I patted Gilbert comfortingly on the shoulder before leaving with Arthur. We were headed to my place. Alfred had practise after school and both my parents were working late, so we'd be alone. And that was going to be fun.

"So how're things going with Alfred? Is he still being a dick?" I asked.

"Yeah." Arthur sighed.

"He's such an idiot, I mean, he has such a good thing going and he doesn't even know it." I said, smiling at Arthur.

"I know he'd terrible, but, I guess I just love him a little too much to do anything about it." Arthur looked dreamily at the sidewalk as the spoke. I got the weird feeling in my stomach that I always got when Arthur talked about how much he loved Alfred. There was just something about the tone of his voice that I loved when he talked sweetly, and what I wouldn't give for him to say my name like that, to talk about me like that. I'd give anything for his love.

When we got to my house, Arthur had fortunately recovered from his momentary love-sickness and was ready for a good time. We filled a bowl with candy and turned on the TV, looking for some entertainment. We didn't find any. All we'd found was a lot of Dr. Phil reruns. I turned off the TV with a sigh.

"Well, that was entertaining." Arthur commented.

"Why does daytime TV suck so much?" I asked.

"Because most people are outside, with lives." Arthur joked. It was true that we both kind of shunned the outside world a little bit, but that wasn't without good reason. Arthur's excuse was his crushing misanthropism. My excuse was the internet. Hmm… the internet. Now there was something entertaining. I grabbed my laptop, and fifteen minutes later, we were looking at the screen, wondering once again exactly what to do. After a few minutes of thinking, Arthur typed in a site. I was now staring at a site which showed me two outlandish options and asked the question, "Would you rather?"

"Would you rather be the president, or a Pokémon trainer?" Arthur read.

"Trainer. No doubt." I answered quickly, "Okay, now would you rather be a mermaid or a unicorn?"

"Be a mermaid or a unicorn?" He asked again, disbelieving of the question.

"That's what it says."

"I'd be the unicorn."

"Aww… you'd look good in scales." I avoided a smack aimed at my head.

"Unicorns are cooler."

"You're comparing mermaids and unicorns. I think the word cool is useless here." I replied.

"Hey! Unicorns are AWESOME!" Arthur hotly retorted.

"Fight me." I said.

"Okay." Arthur pretended to wrestle me, and pretty soon, we fell on the couch in a heap, laughing. Arthur was lying on top of me and I felt like I was the happiest person in the world at that point. There was just the two of us having fun. The rest of the world didn't matter, because nothing could ruin this golden moment.

"Artie? Matt? What the hell?" The door opened to reveal a stunned Alfred

Yeah. Except that.

Thanks for reading Chapter 2! Sorry this fic sounds so much like Mean Girls…

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