"You'll be my best friend, no matter what, right?" Arthur asked. I paused for a minute.
"Yeah." I answered quietly.
By the time we got back, we hadn't missed anything too uneventful happening in the second movie.
"So are you staying over too, Matty-boy?" Gilbert asked.
"I guess so and please stop calling me that." I replied.
"No. It's perfect for you." I scowled.
"Wait, let me call my parents first." I said, getting up. Now this was the not-as-fun part. By now, I knew that my mom would be beyond pissed and possibly slipping into psychotic rage. But the only other option would be spending the night with Alfred, where he would definitely have some anger to take out. So I decided to call my dad instead. He'd probably be a lot less mad at me and therefore a little more understanding.
"Hey, Dad."
"Matt? What the hell is going on? Your mother is telling me you were fighting at school, your brother is screaming that he wants you dead and it's getting late."
"Dad, it's nine o'clock."
"Well, I'm old. But can you please explain to me why everyone in this house is going crazy?"
"Well, you see, I was kind-of involved with a fight at school-" I began.
"Ah! hah!"
"No! It's not what you think, I was breaking it up, because Alfred's friends were beating Arthur up and after school I wanted to avoid Alfred so I went to Gilbert's house so that we could watch Iron Man movies in peace, but then Alfred came anyways. So then Arthur was pissed at him and he got angry too so they were fighting and Alfred thinks it's because of me they broke up. I ran in the park and when I was on the stoner bench Arthur said that we'd be best friends forever." I said quickly, half crying as I got towards the end. For a second, Dad said nothing as he was processing what I said.
"Alfred's friends beat Arthur up?" He asked.
"Yeah, and they all hate us now, and Alfred does too." I sniffed.
"Well," He began. In the background, I could hear Mom yelling something. She sounded like she was still absolutely furious. "Your mom says, and I quote 'You are grounded for the rest of your life, young man. I am going to kill you when you get home.' "
"But Da-ad!" I whined. Dad was silent for a couple of seconds, thinking about what to do.
"Look," He said quietly, probably so that Mom couldn't overhear him, "Stay at Gilbert's tonight. I'll try and deal with your mom. I'm not making any promises though, she might kill you tomorrow morning"
"Thanks Dad." I said in awe.
"No problem kiddo. Do you want me to drop anything off? Your toothbrush or something?"
"Nah. Gil has spares."
"Alright then. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Dad." I hung up before walking back into the room.
"So are you okay to stay?" Gilbert asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Great! It'll be AWESOME!" He used his favourite word. It was about three in the morning by the time we'd watched all the movies, and after that, we all headed to Gilbert's room for more stuff to do. His room is pretty cool. He has a big bed, a huge plasma-screen TV fixed on one wall and a couch that was actually really comfy to sleep on. His desk is super-organized and everything in his room is neat and tidy. In the corner, his little yellow budgie was chirping away at the sight of him. Gilbert walked over and affectionately stroked Gilbird (no, I am not kidding. He actually is narcissistic enough to name his bird after himself) with a finger.
"So, what do we do now?" He asked.
"Well…" Ivan began and pulled a bottle of vodka out from under his jacket. Gilbert smiled.
"Ivan, you're awesome." He said, which, I noticed, made Ivan go a very faint shade of pink. But I didn't have a chance to be suspicious, because as soon as Gilbert found glasses, we were ready for some fun. Once we'd drank a fair amount, Francis suggested a game. I don't exactly remember what it was called, but it had something to do with only being able to tell the truth.
"Okay, Gilbert, your turn. If you could have one teacher out all of them at school as your personal servant, who would it be?"
"Hmm." Gilbert thoughtfully looked into his glass of vodka before smiling creepily. "I think I'd have a lot of fun with Mr. Beilschmidt."
I don't think anything else interesting happened that weekend, either that, or I can't remember anything that happened. Which happens, sometimes. So anyways, the weekend did go by pretty quickly. I spent the night at Gilbert's and then over the weekend, I tried to get out of the house as much as possible in order to avoid a confrontation with Alfred. It worked, because by Monday I hadn't said anything to him except "Can you pass the ketchup, please?"
He didn't. But I don't care about that too much. I left for school early again, making sure that none of Alfred's friends were following me. I got to school before any of my friends, so I sat down on a bench and read while I waited. I must have lost track of time while I was reading, because when the bell went, I was still sitting there, reading. Now, the gym was on the opposite side of the school to the bench I was sitting on, so I grabbed my backpack, stuffed my book into it and ran as quickly as I could while dodging all the other people who were going the same way as me. By the time I'd got into the gym and got my kit on, I was a few minutes late. I ran out of the changing room, panting.
"Mr. B, sorry I'm late." I said, expecting him to make me run laps.
"It's okay, sit down." He said.
"You aren't going to make me run laps?"
"No." I sighed in relief and Gym proceeded with what I guess was the new routine now; us watching while Gilbert tried to prank this teacher that would not be fazed.
"Okay, guys. Tomorrow, we'll be starting our health portion of the course, so you won't need to get dressed." Mr. Beilschmidt called at the end of class. Health class was not my idea of fun, seeing as half of the class would burst into a fit of hysteria whenever a teacher said the word 'penis'. No, not fun at all.
"Gilbert, don't forget. In here, right after school." Mr. Beilschmidt said.
"Yes Sir!" He said and saluted. Mr. Beilschmidt just rolled his eyes and went to prep for his other class.
I found that the day was very quiet without Arthur. The morning passed slowly and it was hard to focus. I kept on thinking about him. What was he doing now? Maybe he was reading, or writing one of many weird novel ideas that I never really fully got when he tried to explain them to me. Or maybe he was playing his guitar, writing music. Yeah, that's what he'd be doing right now, getting his feelings out. But it wouldn't be a soppy breakup song about still being in love, no, that wasn't his style of music at all. It would be something loud and angry, screaming about hate and injustice.
When it was finally lunch, our table felt empty with both Arthur not at school and Alfred refusing to sit with us. Francis and Gilbert were talking, while Ivan was silently smiling his creepy smile that meant he was thinking about something illegal.
"And I definitely have to bring Antonio. He is SUCH a party animal! I think I can get him to bring the booze too." Gilbert said. Antonio is one of Gilbert's friends that aren't exactly a good influence on him. He's somewhere in his twenties. I'm not so sure about his age, but I do know that he was dating some underage guy.
"Great! I think it'll be just what Arthur needs to help him get over Alfred." Francis said.
"Awesome!"
"Are you two planning a party or something?" I asked, sitting down.
"Not just any party. The BEST party this school has ever seen!" Gilbert said. It sounded like a tall order to fit.
"And when is this 'best party ever seen' going to happen?" I asked.
"Saturday, probably. I haven't decided yet, but I swear, everyone who's anyone will be there!"
"Is Alfred someone who's someone?" I said. In hindsight, the question made more sense in my head.
"I hope not." Was all Gilbert said, and then we spent the rest of lunch planning stuff out for the party. After class finished, I went straight home. Well, not home. I went straight to Arthur's house to see how he was doing. I got there quicker than usual, and could hear rock music coming out of his open bedroom window. I rang the bell a few times before he heard me and opened the door, inviting me in.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Not bad, anything interesting happen at school?"
"Not really, but I guess people are still talking about the fight."
"Are they?" Arthur sighed and flopped onto his couch.
"Yeah, I haven't heard too many rumours about it yet, though, so maybe everyone's forgotten about it." I said hopefully.
"And maybe pigs can fly." He said, staring at the ceiling.
Hey! LLF here! Wow, this really is an uneventful chapter. Boo hoo. But it's building up to other stuff that'll happen so don't worry. These guys don't have it easy just yet. Also, it turns out that I'm better at French than I thought I was. I still hate it though. Sorry, Frog-Face.
France: *sad face*
Prussia: MAKE SURE TO FAVE AND FOLLOW BECAUSE LLF AND HER STORY ARE SO AWESOME!
LLF: Why haven't you left yet -_-
Prussia: Because you have cake in the fridge
Long days and pleasant nights,
LLF