"What're we watching?" The final member of our little get-together, Alfred asked.

For a few seconds, the room was completely silent. Nobody had any idea what to say. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Gilbert finally said something.

"Iron man. We decided not to watch a scary movie after all."

"Great! I love Marvel!" Alfred said, and sat down on a chair, as far away for Arthur as he could imagine. Of course they're incompatible, I thought to myself, Arthur likes DC. Once again, there was an uncomfortable silence as none of really wanted to bring anything up which would cause more drama.

So Gilbert put the first movie on and we all prepared for some of Robert Downey Jr.'s awesomeness (A/N 3 RDJ). Nobody really talked for the first part of the movie, but then eventually nobody could take the heavy silence before.

"Which do you think is better, the Hollywood version or the animated one?" Alfred asked, probably in an attempt to feel accepted by the group.

"Will you shut up?" Arthur said.

"What?"

"I said, will you shut up. I'm sick and tired of hearing your bullcrap." Arthur turned around to look and Alfred with so much hate that it made me think what it was that Alfred had said to him that hurt him so much. I really don't think that Arthur told me the whole story.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I don't need to put up with you. Why don't you just go? It's not like anybody wants you here."

"Are you forgetting something? I was the one who introduced you to everyone! If it wasn't for me, then you'd probably be eating lunch with the weird Mexican guy!" (A/N I have nothing against Mexico or Mexican people, they're awesome and I love tacos.)

"I'd rather spend time with Juan than you!"

"Yeah? Maybe you should date Juan then, and you can go and tell him all your secrets too, like the stuff about the unicorns?"

"I told you that in confidence!"

"Well, that doesn't really matter anymore now. We're not together. I don't have you keep your secrets."

"You know, you are such a fucking bastard." Arthur yelled.

"Well you're worse, because you're the one who dated a fucking bastard for nearly a year." Alfred shouted back.

"I don't know why I wasted my life over you! It would've been so much better back in Canada!"

"Why don't you go then? Run off back to fucking moose country!"

"Well maybe I will!"

"The door's over there. Go then. See if I care!"

I squeezed my eyes tighter as I hoped that somehow they'd stop. But they didn't. They hardly ever stopped. They'd yell at each other until late at night, and then Daddy would go to sleep on the couch. And they'd always be mean to each other the next morning.

Why couldn't they just get along like Francis's parents? They never yelled at each other or called each other rude words. Why did they have to fight?

"I need to get some air." I said to Gilbert and before he could say anything, I got up and left the room. He looked worried, poor guy. I hope Alfred wouldn't break anything. I went out the front door and felt a bit of relief the instant the cool night air hit my face. So I did what I usually did when I needed to de-stress. I ran. I carried on running until I came to the park, where eventually I had to stop to take a breather.

When I was really little and my parents were still married for the first time, they fought a lot. Since then, I'd never been able to deal with couples fighting. When I overhear a bad argument, I have to leave the room right away or I'll have a panic attack.

But that didn't matter because now I was in the park, where I was far away from the fighting. In the darkness, I saw a familiar figure on the bench.

"Hey." Abel said casually, as if I ran through the park, panting and trying to hold back tears on a regular basis. I stopped and turned to talk to him.

"Hi." I said once I'd caught my breath.

"More boy troubles?" He asked. He was sitting on the bench, smoking a joint, as chilled out as possible.

"I guess." I said, "I hate it when people argue. Why can't everyone just get along?"

"Why exactly? Maybe it's just in human nature to fight, or maybe society just doesn't know how to function properly."

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I think that the weed is making me go all philosophical." Abel smiled. So I told him all my problems, which looks like it's starting to become a routine for me. He responded by telling me to stick though it, that everything was going to get better and that it would all work out in the end. I told him to stop spouting cliché bullshit and then he said it wasn't cliché before disappearing into the shadows.

I need friends who are normal.

I sat alone on the park bench for a few hours, just staring into the night, trying not to think. Or breathe, the bench stank of weed. After some time, I saw a silhouette approaching

"Matt. Are you okay?" It was Arthur.

"Yeah, I just needed to get away." I said. Arthur came and sat down on the bench next to me.

"Sorry, things got a little out of hand between me and Alfred."

"It's okay."

"I forgot that you don't like hearing fights." Arthur said apologetically.

"No, I'm glad that you guys got that out of the way. It'll be less tense now." I smiled weakly.

"Matt, can I say something?" Arthur said.

"Yeah…" Even in the terrible light, I could see his green eyes sparkle. He was going to say it. I knew it. It was happening. He was going to say that he loved me just as much as I loved him, maybe even more. He'd whisper it into my ear, and then we'd kiss in the dark, and nobody would see, nobody would have to know. It would be perfect.

"You're the best friend a guy could ever have." And then he lightly punched me on the shoulder. I bit my lip and felt a pain in my chest. And then I smiled and looked him in the eyes.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now come on. You missed most of the first one, but if you hurry, you might make it back in time for the second." He began to stand up

"The second one sucks."

"I know, but we're going to watch the Avengers before the third one, and there's no way in hell anyone would want to miss that."

"What about Alfred."

"He stormed off. I think he went home." We both went quiet for a second. I knew what Alfred suspected and I didn't want to go home to hear him talk about it.

"You can probably stay at Gil's for the night. I'm sure his parents won't care."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." I got up and we started walking back to Gilbert's house.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be my best friend, no matter what, right?" Arthur asked. I paused for a minute.

"Yeah." I answered quietly.

Hi! LLF HERE!

Prussia: Why did you take so looooooong?

LLF: Because I had WORK to do!

Prussia: Since when did you have work?

LLF: I do apologize for the late-ness of this chapter, but once I got back from England, I was super busy with school stuff. I have Academic Math, Physics and French in one semester and those are three of the courses that have the heaviest workload.

Sorry. It's not my fault. Blame functions, significant figures and French poetry.

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LLF