Chapter 3: Fateful Night
Days passed and Arthur hoped for the convention to come soon. They finally made it to they're spring break. They happily enjoyed they're days, dozing off, waiting for Friday to come. And suddenly, Friday was there.
Arthur packed his things in the laundry basket, which would be considered pretty weird if you didn't have to pack your bed. He packed his things with a few other things as well. Mostly manga for his friends. His mother called him and she came upstairs and took the big laundry basket downstairs to the car. Arthur took his bag, which he always carried around, and put in his headphones, mp3 and speakers.
He jumped into the car and actually couldn't wait for the next day. He putted on his headphones and played his beloved music which caused him no conversations in the car with his mother. He didn't like talking to his parents, and only did so when he actually wanted to.
The ride was boring to Arthur's taste. Francis's home was far away from Arthur's, and they practically lived in the middle of nowhere, so there wasn't much to miss if you didn't pay attention to the scenery outside the windows of the car. Arthur changed his song selection to somewhat more fitting to his personality. He liked bands that were unknown to normal people. He called it 'unseen music'. Maybe not the most fitting name, but it basically meant to him that the music was wonderful and actually made sense. The lyrics in synch with his life.
They arrived at Francis's house and Arthur stepped out of the car, helping his mother a bit with getting the basket inside. Francis headed down from upstairs to greet his mother and invited us inside to the living room. It was not the first time Arthur has been there. They saw each other more often since they had an relationship. The parents talked while Francis carried up the laundry basket to the attic. Surprisingly, Matthew had already arrived. His packed stuff was on the third mattress of the three that were placed on the ground. 'Where is Mattie?' 'Toilet.' Francis simply answered while he putted down the basket. 'I'll be sleeping in the middle.'
Arthur packed out his stuff, out packing his stuffed animal. Well, animal. It wasn't really an 'animal'. It looked more like a red ghost. It had its eyes closed and Arthur held it dearly to his chest before placing it down on the mattress. He packed out the other things and when he was finished, Matthew came upstairs. They had a lot of fun through the day and watched some yaoi anime later and finally went to bed.
'Unbelievable, we are actually going tomorrow.' A distant voice squeaked from its bed. 'Indeed…' Arthur mumbled. He felt the mattress next to him shift and suddenly felt something nudge at his side. Arthur looked besides him at the happy face Francis had placed on his face. Arthur turned to Francis, and nudged himself into his chest. It didn't feel bad, good even. Arthur slowly looked up to Francis's eyes, nose, lips. They were so close…
Just before they're lips touched, Arthur quickly moved away from the Frenchman's face. What am I doing? He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Just before he dozed off to sleep he felt something climbing on him. He tried not to pay any attention and pretended to be asleep. He suddenly felt breath on his face. He doesn't have the guts…
Suddenly, he felt two chapped but soft lips melt with his. It felt minutes passed while it was only 3 seconds before Francis pulled away. He moved to his own mattress again and curled up under the blanket. When Arthur was sure he was asleep he sat up and touched his own lips. It felt to weird, yet so good and right. He looked besides him, to Francis, who was sleeping peacefully. Arthur just laid down next to him, nuzzled a bit into the Frenchman's crook and softly went to sleep.
FRUK ALARM FUUUUU I SWEAR ITS GOING TO BE USUK. ONLY… LATER. –hides for scary people- P-Please review?