Chapter 12: The last straw

Arthur's way of behavior improved, as he met de editor of youtube. Alfred came from America, far away from where he lived. Alfred was kind, and loveable. Different from all other people he had met. Somehow he understood exactly what he meant. He was curious to the story behind it, but didn't really want to ask. Not at all.

The situation on his school otherwise, didn't improve at all. Francis and Matthew were leaving him. Leaving him behind. Arthur had the déjà vu feeling. It was exactly what happened 2 years ago… Winter was coming around quickly enough and his time was running out.

As class started, Francis quickly told him: 'We have to talk.' Arthur had told them about Alfred. He cared deeply for the boy, like it was his own son for some weird reason. It happened somewhat automatically as he talked more and more to the boy.

Arthur couldn't possibly tell his parents his friends were leaving him. They would immediately get worried all over him and he hated it. They would go to special people that would 'help' him gaining his friends back. Bad idea.

And the jar of troubles he had to let out just filled up more with the day. The only thing he could talk to was Alfred. He would care. Not like any other heartless human he knew. As soon class was done Francis dragged Arthur into the toilets. 'So, what is it?' 'Well uhm…' '…you wanted to break up?' '…yeah.' Why? Why did you? 'okay.' Why did I say okay?

They left the toilets just as quickly as they actually entered. Arthur was filled with little questions, wondering what to do or say for the rest of the break, but he said nothing. He stayed silent as the death. The question was always bothering everywhere. Why did Francis break up with him? Was he too forceful? Too much of a cowardly being? The question kept wandering around him. Even when he came home and went through his daily ritual, it kept bothering him so much.

But talking to Alfred would make it aaaaaaall better. It eased all the pain. Maybe, he was a painkiller, but he lately, became more of an drug than a small painkiller.

Alfred's name chimed through the hallways of the high school Arthur was in. Every day, he would tell his friends about him. How amazing he was. Francis used to do the same with one of his friends, so he thought, why can't I?

But the more he talked about Alfred, the more Francis and Matthew actually didn't care…

Arthur Kirkland: Im losing them Alfred. It's the same as 2 years ago. I lost my best friends.

Alfred Jones: Hm? What makes you think that?

Arthur Kirkland: They hate me sort of. The act so different. Like they aren't even interested.

Alfred Jones: You won't lose them. Trust me.

Arthur Kirkland: Maybe you're right..

Alfred Jones: And Ill always be here for you

HNNNG FINALLY AN UPDATE