"Look, I just need some time, okay?" He said, slamming his locker shut and leaving.

And so I was left standing beside his locker in silence for a few minutes before I decided to leave and go to the cafeteria, where everyone was probably sitting already, in deep discussion with Gilbert about how he planned to torture the new student teacher. I'd expected to be the last, but when I got there, I saw that there were only three people sitting at our table.

"Where are Arthur and Alfred?" I asked, sitting down next to Francis.

"Alfred's with the rest of the team, and I don't know where Arthur went." He replied. Alfred hardly ever sat with the rest of the team and the parade of slutty girls that followed them around. Firstly, because he had no interest in the girls, and secondly, because even Alfred thought that the team was comprised mostly of jerks. He was definitely ignoring us then. We'd all kind-of taken Arthur's side in this matter, and he was sure to be a little heartbroken over that.

"So we're all still on for the movie night tomorrow?" Gilbert asked.

"Did we actually decide on what we were going to watch?" Francis asked.

"No. I don't think that we did yet. Are we still going for a horror movie?" Gilbert asked.

"I dunno, I don't think Alfred's going to be too happy about that." I said.

"If Arthur's going, he probably isn't going to even turn up." Francis said.

"True, but wait, is Alfred even talking to you?" Gilbert asked.

"What? Well, not really, but why wouldn't he be talking to me?"

"Well, you did kind of cause them to break up."

"I did not!"

"You really did, Matty-boy."

"I did not, and stop calling me that!" I hissed, because at that moment, Arthur had appeared and sat down at our table, looking around first to check that Alfred was nowhere in sight.

"Arthur! How're you holding up?" Gilbert asked Arthur as he sat down.

"Fine." Arthur said quietly, looking at Gilbert in a way that said 'Ask me again and I will curse you into oblivion.' Gilbert promptly took the hint and shut up. We proceeded to have a very awkward lunch. Neither of us really knew how to start a conversation in this situation, and that was saying something seeing as we had Gilbert and Francis there, the two most talkative people I knew.

The rest of the day would probably have passed quicker if I didn't spend every two seconds looking over at Arthur to make sure that he didn't have a mental breakdown in the middle of class and start crying. He didn't, of course, he kept his emotions too bottled up to let that happen, but that didn't stop me from looking at him worriedly every two seconds. At the end of school, he left without talking to anyone, rushing out of the school before anyone could stop him. The only left to do was to come to him if he was going to ignore me. I know that I sound like I was being a stalker, but this was what Arthur was like. He was really bad at sharing his feelings, especially when he needed to.

So I dropped my schoolbag in my room the second I got home and rushed out the door to go to Arthur's house. I knew he wanted to talk, really. He just needed a push. His house wasn't too far from mine, so it only took me about five minutes to walk there. When I got there, I rang the bell and waited impatiently for the door to open.

"Hi, is Arthur in?" I asked his father.

"Yeah, he's not dealing with this break-up thing too well, is he?" He said, stepping aside to let him in.

"No." I replied, "He's too proud to admit that he needs someone to talk to."

"That sounds like him." His father smiled weakly as I tore up the staircase to his room. The door was shut and I could hear loud music playing on the other side. I knocked, but got no response. I knocked louder, thinking that maybe he couldn't hear me over the music. I still got no response. I opened the door to find Arthur lying on his bed, his face in a pile of pillows.

"Go away!" His voice was muffled by the pillows.

"Arthur, come on. You need to talk about it." I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"No I don't!" He moaned.

"Arthur, we're all worried about you. You have to talk about it. What did Alfred say to you that hurt you so much?"

"I told you that I don't want to talk about it!"

"How you do expect anything to get better if you don't talk about it?" I said, now getting annoyed at him. I rolled him over so that he was facing upwards and looked him straight in the eyes. "Now you are going to tell me everything before I kill you." Arthur sat up, finally listening to me.

"Okay."

"So…"

"Well, he said that I was cheating on him with you."

"That I guessed…"

"And then he went on to call me pathetic, a waste of his time, a slut and… well, you get the point."

"Well he isn't too creative with his insults." I said, which led to Arthur hitting me with a pillow.

"This is serious!"

"I'm sorry, but seriously… Who calls a guy a slut?" We looked at each other for a second before smiling.

"I don't know." He said, covering his face with a hand.

"Arthur, my brother is a complete moron. You don't need to listen to a word he says." And then we carried on talking for a while. He still seemed a little down, but that was okay. I didn't expect him to be all better in one day, but it just felt better knowing that he was progressing, getting better slowly. I'd be there when he needed a friend to help him get back to his feet, and then when he needed someone special, I'd be there for him too, until the very end. But that was getting to far ahead of myself. Right now, I was just going to have to satisfy myself with being just friends.

Hi! This is LLF!

Wow, I've written so many of these pointless little insanity corners by now…

Anyways, if any of you care about my life, my team have almost raised $1000 to help children dealing with the after-effects of cancer and it's treatments! The fundraiser ends tomorrow and we're sure as hell that we'll get $1000. Also, a cute male *friend* of mine's band is going to be playing at the event which makes me happy!

But you don't care about me, do you? You care about the story. I also have another question for you guys about my next story. I just finished one up not too long ago, and I'm wondering about my next one. Either I'll do a FrUK with AmeriPan about France helping Iggy get over America after he leaves, or I can do a Parental!Punk!England and Child!US with maybe a FrUK in it when Punk!Iggy is forced to raise a little kid. PLEASE TELL ME WHICH ONE YOU'D RATHER DO!

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