He was surprised to hear the slight whispering echo of someone singing, as he was walking along, the notes pure in a childish manner, and stopped to listen.
"We don't get drunk on Tuesday nights anymore
We don't have the stink from the weed
With the towel on the bathroom floor anymore…"
He had to admit to being shocked by the content of the song, but could not bring himself to move, listening to the echo from…It seemed from an empty classroom. He quietly then did start to move, wanting to see who it was who was singing.
"Everyone's got something to wake up for
Doubling, coupling, only doing couple things
We don't get drunk on Tuesday nights anymore…"
He was just now in view, and he saw a strangely familiar blond head of hair, swaying lightly to imaginary music. Frowning, he tried to listen, and saw green eyes close as Arthur – for it was Arthur, grumpy, shy and adorable Arthur – reached the chorus.
"Well I guess I'm the only one,
I'm the only one,
I'm the only one left in Neverland
Hey where ya going?
Aren't you sick of growing?
I'm the only one left in Neverland…"
Francis felt a warm smile creep onto his face as Arthur sang with a smile, though that smile was another echo of when they were children and he would smile brightly when he saw Francis, who would tease him – but still the admiration was there when Arthur was younger, before he shielded himself from the cruelty of the people he did and did not know. This smile was what Francis had been searching for within his life, the one thing he felt he treasured enough to risk Arthur's sharp tongue.