*Flash Back* *Two years earlier*
Dressed in what would be his Sunday best Arthur brushed his sandy blond hair while looking in the golden framed mirror. He was going to be having dinner with his lovely fiancée Olivia. The engagement was their parents' idea. After all, they both had more money than they knew what to do with.
At this point in time Arthur was in the closet still about his homosexuality. The only person who knew about it was his butler. Nothing however would allow him to express this; it would shame the good family name. That, and his father, future wife, and future in-laws were huge homophobes. Arthur made his loyal butler swear never to tell. A promise that he knew the man would keep.
Fixing his tie he brushed a few loose hairs off his shoulder and calmly walked to his new limo. He sighed depressingly and was driven to the dinner party. Olivia waited for him at the door. She was very pretty and, thanks to her daddy's money, her nose now fit her face. "Arthur! You're late!" She growled, crossing her arms. They actually hated each other but when out in public they put on their happy faces.
"No, you're just early." He walked past her and into the party. Waiters walked with glasses of fine aged wine on silver trays, classical music played in the distance, and everyone was focused on sucking up to each other. It was enough to make anyone with an actual brain in their heads sick. Arthur didn't even know whose home this was. All he knew was that it belonged to some French woman.
Stealing a glass of wine he gulped it down. He saw his father talking to one of his many ex-wives, this one was a model turned movie star; a real diva. Arthur stole another glass, then another, and another. Olivia talked with her friends before rushing to Arthur's side. "What is your problem? For once can you put on an act and not act like a wanker!"
Arthur took another glass and downed it in one go. Olivia huffed and stormed off, back to her friends. "Stupid bitch," Arthur whispered and rested a hand onto the table of finger foods. He hated caviar; stupid finger foods.
That's when a handsome guy around his age joined him on the other side of the table. Arthur stared at him and remembered his face from the cover of some advertisement. His heart beat sped up and the wine was going to his head.
"Arthur Kirtland, right? Well, I must say, that picture of you in the newspaper didn't serve you justice." The guy winked and with a little more sweet talking and flirting Arthur found himself sneaking out of the party. Kissing in the back of the other teen's limo the two escaped to a cheap hotel.
Now things only got worse when he woke to cameras outside and even more scandalous pictures taken by Francis himself. Soon his face was plastered on every magazine, newspaper, and even the television. The shame was killer. His father's reaction was to slap him. But what was the worst part was Olivia.
She played the cameras too well. Spreading lies, saying that she was so heartbroken that she was being used, used for her wealth and for other things, and that she knew that this wasn't the first time.
After that Arthur and his father were hounded so badly that they had no choice but to flee. Arthur was so pissed, but now he had a fresh start and to rebel against his father he burned his old clothes in the front yard. He went a step further by dying his hair green, piercing his ear six times, and buying every pair of hooker boots that Hot Topic sold.
His father refused to speak to him and, from what he heard, Olivia was now set to marry the son of a doctor/movie star. Arthur didn't care; he refused to care. Things were terrible, he took up smoking, and two years later one bus ride started to change everything.
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Okay I'll admit this chapter sucks ass, but I wrote it five times and this one was the one that turned out the best...sadly. So yeah you all can forget that this chapter even is around. For the hell of it print it and burn it.