"See ya guys!" I say cheerfully, waving good bye.

School went by normally, which seems odd yet heavenly at the same time. After having that encounter with that strange man, anything normal seems so sweet!

I walk in the opposite direction as I continue home from football practice. A nice few hours practicing an American sport is what I really needed after having such mixed feeling! I had question my sexuality for an agonizing night after being a bit turned on by those alluring green eyes of Arthur.

Shit. Why did I remember his name?

"Football. Apple pies. Video games. Stars and stripes!" I quickly chant to myself, pushing away my 'gay' thoughts. I sigh, my mind happily focusing on school, the sexual thoughts pushed back. One thing in school did bug me though. Every time I looked out the window during my classes, I would see the same guy outside, looking up at me. If my sight wasn't so bad, I would've sworn he was smirking. No one outside seemed to have paid the man mind, so I thought maybe he was part of the school staff or something and my eyesight was screwing with me.

"'Ello luv."

My sweet bliss toppled over as I stared at a man in front of me wearing a hat and jacket. His eyes, (and eyebrows), were unmistakable. It was Arthur.

"What do you want?" I ask, slightly annoyed. I continued to walk, intending to pass him.

"I just missed you." He whispered into my ear seductively as I walked past.

My eyes widened at his voice and I felt his hand in my own. I quickly pulled away, my cheeks burning.

"Would you quit that? We're in public!" I told him. My hopes were soon diminished about the appeal as I realized that no one was around. He pulled me to him, pushing me close to a wall.

"I don't think anyone's looking." He said gazing into my eyes and holding my hand again.

My heart races and it feels hard to breath. Arthur's lips was so close, he was so close. I felt like kissing him and my mind came up with all these other dirty things I wanted to do, but my conscience screamed not to. Dear God, I've been staring at his eyes too long.

I practically melted as his lips pressed against mine, their warmth feeling so strange yet comforting. I closed my eyes, his thumbs rubbing against my cheek lovingly. I felt his moist tongue slip past my lips.

The thought of; Oh God! Oh God! Echoed in my head as Arthur's body pressed against mine and his tongue slid fully into my mouth, an odd metallic taste with it. I breathed heavily through my nose, smelling cigarette smoke and strong tea from him. My free hand grabbed hold of Arthur's arm and clenched around the sleeve of his jacket. I felt heat all over, what was happening?

STOP!

I quickly pushed Arthur away, his tongue sliding out of my mouth taking some saliva with it. He gave me a puzzled look as I wiped my lips with my t-shirt sleeve.

"What's wrong?" The Brit' asked.

"What's wrong!?" I repeated, "You were kissing me!" I said stating the obvious. (Well it was pretty obvious to me.)

"Yes, so?" He said puzzled.

"Men aren't supposed to kiss!" I exclaimed.

"Who the bloody hell says that?" He said crossing his arms, amused.

I stare at him. Now I'm puzzled. It takes me a few minutes to think of anybody so I just blurt out what first comes to mind.

"God, my parents, everybody!"

"Just because everybody says that, does it make it true?" He said grabbing my chin lightly.

I flush, avoiding his gaze. "I guess not…" I mumble now completely unsure of anything.

He kissed me on the lips again, but I pushed him away.

"Stop it…" I mutter, still blushing.

"You're so childish. It's adorable." Arthur said cheerfully.

"Cut it out! What the hell do you want with me anyways?" I asked harshly.

"Well someone's pissed." He muttered devilishly. "I've already told you. I love you. And I'll wait as long as it takes until you love me back."

"You're going to have to wait a long time buddy, because that's never happening." I said, more trying to convince myself that than him.

"I have all the time in the world, luv." He said amusedly, like it was some inside joke of his.

I pulled completely away from him, giving him a glare before finally stomping off towards home.

"When's that date of ours!?" He called after me.

"Never!" I shouted back and didn't turn around again until I finally got home.

Something nagged at me though, that didn't make sense until later on that night.

It was the middle August, yet he was wearing a hat and jacket. Plus, why did I taste blood when we kissed?

Oh God…We kissed…

Fuck.