*Friday*

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, must smoke. Arthur thought during his last class before lunch. He was just so stressed out by everything. His father had to fire the maid and the gardener, leaving their work to Arthur. Francis has been looking at him even more strangely than usual. It was really freaking him out.

He was desperate for his date; he needed it more than anything.

Tapping his pencil against his desk he watched the clock. The school bell rang and he was the first one out the door.

Lunch.

He joined the team at the usual table and waited for Alfred. Once the love of his life was next to him he started to relax.

"Hey, My Little Princess of Love and Cuddles, about our meeting up by the stairs. I'm going to be late, I have to serve a detention. You know; no phones in class rule." Alfred gave a laugh and rubbed the back of his head, he was hoping Arthur wouldn't get angry at him.

"Not the whole bloody nickname thing again? That's defiantly not going to be it." Arthur sighed then broke out in a smile. This saved him from coming up with some excuse as to why he was going to be late. He didn't want Alfred to know that he was smoking again. Alfred hated smoking. Arthur felt guilty for taking up the nasty habit again. That, and the whole 'shrinks your dick size' thing still had him a bit scared. "I'll be waiting," he lied.

Number 14 sighed and looked out the window. It was raining cats, dogs and mini horses outside. This meant no practice for today. "Stupid rain, I was really looking forward to spending more time with you," He mumbled while grabbing his boyfriends arm.

Number 23 smirked at his sweet and very cute lover. "Hey, we can always find something else to do here seeing that your old man hates me." Number 23 was still a little sore about having a bible smacked into his face and being called a name he didn't even dare to say in his head. Number 14 gave a pout. "Hey now, don't give me that look, there's all sorts of things was can do here after school," he smiled.

After school came and good Alfred went to go serve his punishment. Arthur was already holding his lighter in one hand while he walked for the old storage closet. Number23 and 14 were sitting at the stairs planning on what to do when Arthur walked by. Arthur already informed Number23 about his cigarette brake and asked him to cover for him just in case Alfred snuck out. Slipping away into the closet he didn't notice a figure follow him inside.

Toying with the lighter he cussed at it, ordering it to light his bloody fag. It made a weak flame but it did the job. The figure stood there with their back pressed against the door. With a smirk only the devil could master the figure allowed Arthur to take a few puffs before going in. Spinning Arthur around he took the Brit's chin between two fingers.

The cigarette fell from his mouth. "Francis, you-"

"Shut up," Francis hissed and forced his mouth onto Arthur's. Arthur shoved him off only to fall against the chain linked fence. Francis grabbed an old fashioned jump rope off the wall and took both of Arthur's Wrists in his hand. Fighting against the protests of the other Francis tied Arthur down. He smiled down at his handy work and thanked Boy Scouts. He took the cigarette between his fingers and laughed. "Shame, shame Arthur. Smoking such a cheap brand name." He put the cigarette out in the palm of Arthur's hand.

Arthur screamed as Francis grounded it in deeper. "Let me go you bloody frog! Wanker, I said 'let me go!'" Arthur growled as he tried to wiggle his wrists free. The rope was too tight and struggling was only causing him more pain. "What do you want with me?" Arthur growled.

"What do you think I want? What have I been after this whole time?" Francis got his face real close to Arthur's, his hands were already ripping the silver studded belt from its loops around Arthur's waist. Arthur's eyes got wide as he finally got what was happening. "Just give me yourself willingly, I'll even take you from behind, that way you can replace my face with Alfred's. Don't fight this." He unbuttoned Arthur's pants while avoiding the kicks aimed at his face and groin.

"I'll never have sex with you again! Ever!" Arthur screamed and spit at him.

Francis slapped him hard across the face leaving a red hand print behind. He tore the jeans off and tossed them off to the side. "Sorry Arthur, but you're not so lucky. If I want something I'm going to get it, no matter what. It was so much fun ruining your life the first time; I just had to give it another go." Francis bit down on his neck, not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to make Arthur hurt some more. He spread Arthur's legs apart a pressed against him. Arthur closed his eyes, not wanting to see the rest but he was struck across the face once again. "No, no, no. You have to keep them open. Well, do you feel it?" Francis pressed against him harder.

"Don't do this please! No!" Arthur screamed as loud as he could, hoping someone would hear. Francis smiled and pulled down Arthur's underwear.

Number 14 grabbed onto 23's arm with a squeak. "Did you hear that?" he gasped. There was what sounded like screams coming from the gym. Number 23 stood and pulled his boyfriend up along with him. He heard it too, he couldn't clearly make out the words but he knew the voice.

"I heard it. It's Arthur." Running down the steps, dragging Number 14 with him, they went to find out what the hell was going on.

Francis forced another finger inside. The rope burn on Arthur's wrists started to bleed as his struggling grew more intense. "Stop! Stop damn it!" Arthur yelled, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

"Stop crying. You're ugly when you cry." Francis said bitterly into his ear. He pulled the fingers out so he could start unbuttoning his own pants. Arthur kicked at him but his tears made his eyesight blurry; he missed.

"No! No! NO!" He choked out. The room was then filled with bright light as the door was flung wide open. There, in the doorway, stood Numbers 23 and 14. 14 was covering his mouth in pure horror. 23 cracked his knuckles and pulled Francis off. Arthur stared at them, still crying with blood rolling in small tear-like droplets down his arms.

"I'll go get the vice principal!" 14 was finally able to speak. He ran as fast as he could.

23 shook, fighting back the need to rip off the sonofabitch limb from limb. "Bastard," He tossed him to the ground and started to untie Arthur's wrists. Giving him his jacket to cover up with as he turned back towards Francis. "You won't get away with this," Number 23 growled, his large hands balling up into tight fists.

The vice principal came and he wasn't alone. At his side were the police. They said what they had to say, cuffed Francis and dragged him off.

Chapter I Want This To Be Over With Already

Alfred found out the next day what happened. The CSI people were the ones who told him when they came to his house. They questioned him about Arthur and Francis. He was pissed when he found out. To make matters worse Arthur didn't even want Alfred to go to the court house with him.

Arthur felt like Francis was going to get off, no punishment at all. That's why he didn't want Alfred to go. The hearing was long and painful. But at last the jury came up with a decision.

"Not guilty of attempted rape. Guilty for violence on school grounds," The main juror sat back down. Francis would have to serve a few years in jall, but not as much if he was proven guilty for attempt of rape.

Arthur didn't care. He got some joy out of knowing he would pay for something. He opened his hand; the scare from having a cigarette put out there was enough to motivate him to quit smoking. The court room emptied and Arthur walked out staring at his hand. When he happened to look up he gasped.

"Alfred!" He ran to him and the two embraced each other in a passionate kiss. "Francis was proven guilty for beating me and putting my cigarette out in my hand. Cross your fingers that he gets ass raped!" Arthur joked, parting from their kiss.

"Let's hope so. So, will you be alright now? Mom said that once he's out their moving back to France." He gave a weak smile and kissed Arthur's cheek softly. Arthur snuggled his face against Alfred's chest. He was so warm, but he smelled like hamburgers."You know, we never got to go on our date," he smiled, petting the back of Arthur's head.

Chapter WOOT! WOOT! Last chapter!

Alfred grew three inches during his high school years so when Senior prom came around he had no choice but to go out and rent a new tux. Arthur stayed the same height so he was set. This was the night they've been waiting for four years to go to. Alfred was as gitty as the girls in the school, skipping around like a fairy princess, spinning Arthur around him. "I can't wait! After prom, school will be over with and we can finally share a dorm room at the same college!"

Alfred was only able to get accepted into the same college because of his status in football. Arthur was smart enough to win a scholarship. "Think about it. Me, you, a dorm, alone." Alfred smiled as Arthur worked on his tie.

"No one who might walk in because someone forgot to lock the door." Arthur pulled the tie tighter with a devilish smirk.

"That was one time! And besides, it's not like we've never walked in on them before." Alfred smiled victoriously. Arthur rolled his eyes and hand in hand they walked down stairs so Miss. Jones could snap pictures of them all together.

Matthew and Gilbert smiled brightly, they were going to college somewhere up in Canada, but first they planned to backpack across Europe. Miss. Jones couldn't help but to feel old, her boys were all grown up. "Mom, are you going to take our pictures? We're going to be late," Matthew said, snapping her out of her daydream. She held a digital camera to her face.

Alfred wrapped an arm around Arthur's shoulders. Gilbert slipped his arm around Matthew's waist and whispered 'sweet hips' into his ear. After a billion or more poses and smiles they finally left for the last school dance of their lives.

The lights were so dim they might as well have been off. Lasers and colored lights flashed and blinked with such speed they had to put up seizure warnings on the doors. It wasn't what they had pictured in their heads but it was good enough.

Some stupid new hip-hop song played while everyone meshed together in a mood to grind. Arthur was pulled off into the furthest corner. "Shall I have this dance?" Alfred kissed the top of his hand.

Blushing softly Arthur gave a sweet grin. "You shall," He said sweetly, wrapping his arms around his neck while Alfred wrapped his strong arms around his waist. They slow danced just like that, pressed real close, no matter what speed the song playing was. Everything was perfect and romantic. The world around them was just something in the foreground.

"I don't want tonight to ever end." Arthur said, playing with Alfred's hair.

Alfred nodded, "I could dance here with you like this until my dying breath."

"Wow, what was pretty corny," Arthur smiled and laughed.

"Thanks, I worked all week on that," Alfred laughed. He stopped dancing and gazed into those amazing green eyes. He loved those green eyes. Arthur blinked, wondering why they had stopped. "But, you know what? As corny as that line was, it's true. I love you that much." He watched and even in the rainbow colored darkness he could see the blush filling Arthur's face.

"Alfred, kiss me," Arthur asked, his tone was almost begging. Alfred smiled and softly took those lips with his own.

THE END

Now a bunch of useless things I was going to have in the story but didn't.

EXTRA FACTS AND OTHER USELESS CRAP:

-Miss. Jones, as I believe I've mentioned before, was a teen parent but I never said anything about their father or how it happened. The father was Canadian and she met him during a week long trip to Canada. She was 16 and he was 15 they got very drunk.

They married only to split up when Alfred and Matthew turned two. He got Matthew and she got Alfred. Alfred's last name was then changed to Jones. Pretty much the dad died and Matthew moved there.

Miss. Jones first name is Libby as in Lady Liberty, she also has a brother Sam and a sister Justine (Lady justice) who is legally blind (Because justice is bind lol.) Matthew and Alfred got their poor eyesight from their father however.

-Number 23 and 14 eloped after prom. Alfred was the only one who knew about it.

-Matthew and Gilbert drove to prom but skipped most of it to fly to Europe.

-After college and stuff Alfred became a fireman and Arthur became a writer for the news paper

-After Arthur's father moved back to England he died; had a heart attack due to stress. He died before he could disown Arthur, so Arthur ended up inheriting all the money that was left in the bank… it wasn't much.

-Arthur's butler died three years after the prom; he got hit by a car.

-Francis tried to escape from jail, he failed, and now has to serve more time. He also dropped the soap in the shower and got butt rapped but a over wight hairy guy named Jim.

-But other than that everyone lived happily ever after. Except for the writer because she might have gotten the flu after worming out of getting the flu shot.

Update...it was the flu but it was hell