"Maybe. Now will you please get out of here unless there's anything else you want," And with that less-than heartfelt goodbye, we left the two lovers to err… continue what they were doing. We finally went to Francis's house to get started on the French project we had to do.

I liked Francis's parents. Or at least they liked me. Maybe they thought that I was a good influence on him or something, as opposed to Gilbert, who would probably get Francis into jail at the rate they were going.

"Bonjour François et Mathieu." His dad called from the kitchen "Avez-vous faim?" Francis's dad was a chef, and a pretty good one at that. If he was at home when people were over at Francis's house, he'd always cook them something awesome, usually for no apparent reason.

"Dad! Speak English!" Francis said. I don't think that he actually minded having to speak French at home that much, seeing as he'd been speaking it for his whole life. I guess it gets annoying when he had people over whom only spoke English and he had to constantly translate over. Luckily, my minimal knowledge of French was just enough to get me by in situations like this.

"François! This is a FRENCH household, you should speak FRENCH under this roof!" His dad called back, in English, for emphasis.

"Not when people are over, Dad!" Francis yelled.

"But Mathieu speaks French too, doesn't he?" His father called back. This conversation would probably have been a lot easier if they were both in the same room, but who am I to judge?

"That's not the POINT, DAD!"

"Never mind," Sighed Francis's dad, and then I heard what was probably him muttering to himself in French for a while to calm himself down. To be fair, I'd have to do that a lot too, if I'd lived with Francis. He can be one hell of a drama queen when he wants to. Which just so happens to be most of the time. Wait, why am even I friends with him again?

Okay, enough rambling. It was time to do some French.

Yeah, right. We probably worked on it for about half an hour before getting side tracked, because there was a lot to gossip about.

"How did you figure it out?" I asked.

"Well, I figured that Gilbert wouldn't go so far in a prank unless the teacher was really special in some way, you know, usually, it's someone who really pissed him off that gets that kind of prank, isn't it?" Which was true. Gilbert hadn't got so elaborate about his schemes until his last Geography teacher tried to convince his parents to send him to military school.

"Yeah…"

"I figured something was up, so I was watching how the two of them acted around each other in Gym today, and then that made me sure."

"They looked perfectly normal in Gym to me."

"Didn't you see? They were avoiding looking at each other in the eyes like anything!"

"They were?"

"Of course!" Francis said, "Well, whatever happens, at least I'm going to do well in Gym."

"I can't believe that you would manipulate Mr. Beilschmidt like that! He could lose his job and all you care about is whether or not you get an A in Gym."

"So what?"

"That's so mean!" I protested.

"Speaking of mean people, how is Arthur doing?" He said. I think I've already mentioned that Francis and Arthur don't get on, but in case I didn't, then I should. They don't get along. At all. I don't know why. Arthur says that it's just because they're French and English, so it was only natural that they wouldn't get along, but I'm not convinced. I like to think that I'm pretty good at reading other people, or at least reading Arthur, and I feel like there's something more going on that I don't know about.

"Okay, he's enjoying his suspension as far as I know, anyways, shouldn't we get back to French? She said this project's pretty important." I said, at which moment my phone buzzed. I'd got a text from Arthur.

[Wanna come over?] It read.

[Can't. Have to work on French with Francis.]

[Aww. Can't you stop by after? There's something I want to show you.] Hmm… A surprise. Interesting

[My mum is still pissed about the fight and then staying over at Gil's without permission. I don't want to make her angrier than she already is]

"Is that Arthur?"

[Come on, it'll be quick, I promise!]

"Yeah, he wants me to go over to his place and see something later, but if I do, my parents probably going to be really mad at me coming home late."

[You sure?]

"You and Arthur are pretty close, aren't you?"

"We're like, best friends."

"Are you sure that it's not something more?" Francis smiled.

"Francis!" I blushed, "Don't be stupid! We're just friends! It's not like that!"

"That's what you say. Let's see what the two lovebirds have been talking about."

"We aren't-" I protested as Francis grabbed my phone. "Hey! Give that back!"

"Oh!" Francis laughed, holding out of my reach as I tried to grab it, "He wants to show you something? What do think it is?"

"I don't know. A guitar, or something, knowing him." I reached for the phone, but Francis held it way out of my reach.

"I think it's something sexual. Maybe it's his-" I didn't let Francis finish his sentence. Then he'd see how much I'd blush and know how I really felt about Arthur. The whole Gilbert thing proved how good he was at this kind of thing.

"It is not his…" I said, taking to climbing on top of Francis to get my phone. Once I got it, I saw that Arthur had replied

[Yeah. Don't worry. So can you come?]

[Sure. I'll be there later.] I typed quickly and pressed send before Francis had another chance to take my phone off me again.

After that, Francis and I did not stay on track at all, so we'd made barely any progress on the project, which was not good at all. Francis's dad gave us some awesome cheese soufflés for dinner and after that, I left to go to Arthur's house.

When I knocked on the door, it was opened by a man who was probably in his mid-twenties. His hair was longish and you could probably fit your finger through the spacers in his ears. The muscle shirt that he was wearing showed off the tattoos that ran up both arms.

"Uh, hi…" I said to the stranger, Is Arthur-"

"Matt!" Arthur called from behind the older man. "I see that you've met Brendon."

"Hi Brendon." I smiled, holding out my hand.

"Hey, kid." He ignored my hand and I went inside. Arthur led me to the basement, with Brendon following behind us. I'd been to Arthur's basement a lot of times, and knew that it was kind-of a practise room for him, with impromptu soundproofing made from sheets hung over the walls and ceiling. His parents had done it because he made too much noise when he played.

This time, the basement had a drum kit, amplifiers and everything. It was properly set up for a band. There were also three other guys, tuning instruments. Arthur briefly introduced me to each of them. Brendon was the lead vocalist (or 'screamer' as Arthur put it), the guy with red hair that looked like it came right out of an anime was called Jack and he played the bass. He was probably about eighteen. Ben was the rhythm guitarist with a haircut that was probably specifically designed for flipping while he was playing. He looked a couple years older than Jack. The drummer's name was a skinhead called Trey who had multiple piercings and was at least twenty-one. Arthur was clearly the youngest in the band.

"We're the Misguided Ghosts." Arthur said, "I know, it's a bit of an emo name, but maybe we'll think up of a better one."

So he's in a band now, I thought. That meant that we wouldn't spend as much time together as we used to. He'd be too busy practising.

Wait, am I getting too obsessive over Arthur?

HI! It's LLF!

Prussia: Finally!

LLF: I'm sorry! I've had way too much work for the past couple of days to post anything, but I finally finished everything, so here you go! Please enjoy.

Prussia: Wait, did you just steal names from bands you like?

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