Wait, am I getting too obsessive over Arthur?

No, that's just ridiculous. It's not like I had to be with him for every second of every day, was it?

After he'd introduced me to his band, I sat and listened as they played a few songs. They weren't perfect yet, but they were pretty alright. Arthur looked so good when he was playing the guitar. It was like he was completely unaware that anyone else was in the room. As far as he was concerned, it was just him and his music.

I'd stayed at his place for longer than I should have, and it was late when I got home.

Time skip to Friday because pretty much nothing of any interest at all happened during the rest of the week.

I was woken up early by a text from Gilbert

[Tonight. It's happening.]

[What?]

I was too drowsy to put up with Gilbert right now. How the hell the guy managed to get up before six in the morning every day baffled me. And he always had so much energy in the morning. You know the scene from Hairspray where Tracy gets up and starts singing about Baltimore and whatever? That's pretty much what Gil's like. Every morning.

[THE PARTY! How could you forget?]

[Oh, yeah. That.]

[You can make it, right?]

[Of course I can. Now can I go back to sleep?]

I sent the message before putting my phone on silent just in case he would wake me up again. After a little more sleep, it was time to wake up again and go to school. Yay.

The school was filled with the usual excitable Friday air. Everyone was talking about what they were going to do in the evening and over the weekend, and much to Gilbert's enjoyment, most of them were talking about his party.

"Can't wait!"

"It's gonna be so cool!"

"I bet you'll get totally wasted!" I heard snippets of conversations as I walked down the halls. People were expecting it to be pretty awesome, which is cool, but I was just glad that Arthur was going to be there. I'd never really been the kind of person for big social gatherings, and pretty much the only reason why I was going to this party was because I didn't want to say no to Gilbert. Having Arthur there would make things a little more comfortable and a whole lot more enjoyable.

"So you're coming to my place after school to help me set up, aren't you?" Gilbert asked.

"Yeah, of course I am." I replied. It probably wasn't the best idea to go to a party the week after I'd got called into the principal's office because of a fight, but whatever, at this point, I was starting not to care very much what my parents thought. My mother would be strict about it, of course, and Dad wouldn't care as long as I didn't end up in jail.

So after school, instead of going home, I went straight to Gilbert's house, along with Gilbert, Francis and Ivan. Arthur joined us later while we were moving some of the more breakable things away from places where they'd be destroyed. Later, Gilbert and Francis disappeared for about twenty minutes, coming back with a lot of different types of alcohol. He had everything from beer to tequila.

People started coming at around nine pm, and the party got started pretty quickly. Before we knew it, music was blaring and people already starting to get a little drunk. It wasn't too long before the house was getting pretty full and people were getting rather rowdy. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and that was okay. Gilbert was being the perfect host by doing the difficult task of making sure we didn't run out of booze, Francis was hitting on everything that moved (and some things that didn't), Ivan was sitting in a corner silently sipping vodka after vodka and Arthur and I were just standing and talking.

"Hey, bro! Is this a cool party or what?" Alfred's voice came to me from behind. Of course he'd be here, I thought. He was captain of the football team, it couldn't technically be considered a party unless he made an appearance.

"Hey, Alfred." I said. He'd brought his friends with him, who were all giving Arthur and I dirty looks.

"So I'll see you around, then." He said, and walked away, completely ignoring Arthur.

"I don't care. It's not like we're together anymore." Arthur said when I looked at him, "I'm gonna go get another beer. Want one?"

"No. I'm good." I replied.

"Suit yourself." He said, and went off to find more alcohol. I stood and quietly sipped what was left of my drink for a while, thinking that maybe Arthur was getting over Alfred when my thoughts were interrupted by Gilbert.

"Matt!" He hissed, leaning in towards me.

"What?"

"You know your drug dealer friend?" It took me a second to work out what he meant.

"Abel, he isn't a-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just wanna know, can he score us some stuff?"

"What?"

"Can he score us some stuff?"

"What?" I repeated, he couldn't be serious, could he? Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Is it possible that we could purchase some marijuana from him?" He said, enunciating every syllable to make his point as clear as possible. I was about to reply by saying that Abel didn't sell weed, but then I realized that I didn't actually know that. And if he didn't, he definitely knew someone who did.

"I don't know. I'll text him, okay?"

[Abel, my friend was wondering where one would acquire some weed]

[Sure, I can get your *friend* some]

[Shut up! It's for a friend's party] I sent, along with Gilbert's address. I showed him the messages.

"Good." He said, about to leave.

"Gil?" I asked.

"What?"

"Don't get the cops called in, okay? My parents are already pissed at me." Gilbert just smiled.

"It isn't a good party until the cops come to shut it down." He said, and walked away. I groaned. I really didn't want to have to go to the police station again.

"I'm back," Arthur said, returning with another beer. He looked a little buzzed, but this was a party, you were supposed to get somewhat drunk.

As the night continued, more people arrived and everyone got more drunk. I'd lost Arthur through the mass of people that were standing around in Gilbert's house. Luckily, I found him standing in a doorway, looking at the football team. Alfred was sitting on a couch, and there was a guy I'd never seen before sitting on his lap. The guy laughed at something Alfred said while Alfred continued to hit on him.

"Arthur?" I asked warily, "Are you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine, why do you ask?"

"Because you're staring at Alfred."

"It's okay. It's just… I didn't expect him to move on so quickly." He looked down. Swaying a little. I realized that he must have been pretty wasted.

Alfred, looking up, noticed that he was being watched. Arthur's green eyes caught with his blue for a brief moment. In Arthur's hand was a half-full glass of what looked like vodka and coke. He drained it in one gulp.

"I'm gonna make him jealous."

"Wha-" I began, but before I could finish the word, Arthur's warm lips were on mine.

Hi! I'm not dead!

Sorry for not posting in so long, I've just been so super busy with school and other things that I've barely had time to write.

Anyways, I love you all

Prussia: WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

LLF: Sorry, he's still wasted. Happy holidays!