Chapter 9: Towels begin problems

Morning actually came, much to Arthur's disappointed. He was tired from last night, and didn't want to get up yet. But he didn't really have a choice. He woke up, immediately discovering the wet floor, and his wet pants. He was glad he had a spare one with him in his baggage which wasn't wet. Though, his towel was wet, so were his socks. Eventually the classes got out, to go to the river they would be rafting

Truth to be told, Arthur hated water. It's not like he couldn't swim but for weird reasons he disliked it and would avoid any encounter with it as well. He skipped the swimming classes in the summer, felt sick when walking on the school property and seeing all of the students take out their bottles of water, and never went to the swimming pool. Even on the hottest day in summer, he wouldn't touch the water. This eventually led to the fact that Arthur didn't have to ride the raft.

Arthur sat at the part of root from the tree next to him, gazing at the filthy river all students were rafting on. There was no one in sight yet, but it didn't take long before a few rafts appeared, the students half soaked. And of course, Francis and Matthew were there as well. Arthur put off the speakers of his mp3 and stood up, helping the other students, getting out of the water. Actually, Arthur had to see everyone change their clothes when they were on land again. Quiet the view it was. No, he really saw nothing actually.

He was glad they arrived at the cottage again and went into their room, which was still wet. He just saw Matthew close the window that was open all night, through which the water had leaked. He saw the towels that had been used by the two, drying on the heater. He thought it wasn't really any use, so he took Francis's and Matthew's towels and began to clean up the water from the floor. The floor was dirty from itself already, the brown stains in the towels indicated, but he didn't really care. He just wanted up this whole mess already and continued his work until Francis and Matthew came in.

'What are you doing?' 'Cleaning up the water, as you can see?' 'WITH OUR TOWELS?' 'Well, yeah, they were wet already so I thou-' 'NO ONE GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE OUR TOWELS.' 'Hold it, I'm only being logica-' Matthew snatched his towel from Arthur and held it up. 'LOOK WHAT YOU DID!' 'OH IM SORRY? LISTEN UP. IM ONLY TRYING TO HELP.' 'YOU ARE NOT HELPING.' 'REALLY? THEN GO STICK UP WITH MATTHEW IF YOU LIKE HIM SO MUCH. LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FROG!'

He wanted to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. He couldn't possibly scream to his friends. Not them. Francis eventually threw Arthur air bed off Arthur's side, because it was in the way it seemed, leaving Arthur standing in the corner with nothing but the air bed, his 'friends' not even looking around to see if he was okay. He felt so small. The tears came up, staining his air bed again, trying to cover his appearance by hiding behind it. Why did they have to be like this?

Am I really this useless? They actually don't need me. I'm worthless. Why am I still here? I just want to go away. I want to disappear. Die. Let's see how that would work out for the world.

They left the room for a bit and Arthur tried to calm down. He kept standing where he was, seeing no use in sitting on his side of the bed. They actually came back. 'You got cooking duty, so you have to get up and going.' Not like this… Arthur kept standing still, trying to think straight again as his mind was a bit blurred.

'Arthur?' The homeroom teacher peeked inside to see where Arthur was since he had cooking duty. 'Arthur what happened? Just stay here and try to calm down a bit. Guys? Come, you have to set up the tables.' 'No, we… rather stay here to talk this out with Arthur.' 'Okay, you can come and eat later. Arthur will help with cleaning off the tables then yes?' She left thank God, but now he had another problem at hand.

With force, Francis managed to get the air bed out of his Arthur's hand, throwing it aside, exposing Arthur wet face which was soaked with salty tears. His voice was wobbly, unable to speak properly as he was sniffing all the time.

'I'm sorry Arthur. It has been a stressful day and having you with us was just a bit… too much. I'm sorry I was like that before.' 'R-Really?' 'I'm sorry my love.' Arthur couldn't respond. He crawled against Francis's side and closed his eyes, trying to rest a bit from all the frustration that had come over him.

IM SO SORRY. STILL NO USUK. BUT BUT BUT BUT IT WILL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. HUGE PROMISE. A-And don't throw ducks… Meanies… Please review…