Giving Up The Gun

by wordlessNovella

After a falling out in his family, Arthur Kirkland and his mother move from their hometown in England to an American city for a fresh start. There, he is reunited with his childhood friend and first crush, Alfred. Follow them through their high school years as they grow from boys into young men. Currently being rewritten. CW: self harm, polyamory, underage drinking and sex.

12. Chapter 10

"School's out, hallelujah!" I cried. I opened my locker, tossing my books inside. As soon as I closed my locker, a certain pervert was standing on the other side of the door.

"Mon cheri, a gift for you!" He cried. His french accent grated my nerves; I tried to ignore it.

"A... gift?" I looked at him warily. "What're you up to now, frog face?" Francis shrugged.

"Not a thing, mon ami~ I am simply delivering ze Valentines!" His hands, which I just then realised had been hidden, came forward. They wielded a heart shaped box, a small tag dangling from the ribbon wrapped around it. I took the box hesitantly, still suspicious of whether it were a trick or not. After looking at the name on the tag, though, I couldn't help the blush that began to burn in my ears. I smiled, hugging the box to my chest.

"Thank you very much, Francis!" I held the box tightly. He winked, blew a kiss, and practically danced off down the hall. Quickly tucking the box into my bag, I practically ran outside. Once I spotted him, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Thank you~!" I hugged him around the neck from behind, making him jump. "Thank youu! You're so sweet! I love them!"

"Your welcome, Artie." Alfred laughed, twisting around and hugging back. His lips met mine briefly. We broke apart after remembering where we were. I immediately felt my ears redden, and I saw the bridge of Alfred's nose turn pink. We looked in opposite directions, but had the same thought; We reached for each other's hands, lacing our fingers together.

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After that, I continued to take our relationship slowly. We never went past kissing. I knew Alfred wanted more, but I just wasn't ready. I was lucky, really lucky, to have him for a boyfriend. Anyone else would've left me already.

Our relationship wasn't secretive, but we didn't exactly flaunt it either. Anyone who was there on Christmas knew, my mother found out (even though she set us up, she didn't think we were actually together until she caught us...), and a few miscellaneous students found out here and there. Otherwise, nobody really knew or cared. Nobody went around gossiping either, which I was grateful for.

And y'know, the first time we ever went past kissing , snuggling, et cetera, wasn't for a long time. You probably want me to explain.