Forbidden Love (Caillou x Peppa Pig)

Chapter 2: Friendzoning

(A/N:Chapter 2! Hahahahahahhahah does anyone read this?)

Third Person P.O.V.

Peppa sighed. Her parents were dead, she and George were separated, and her grandparents had died that morning. They didn't write a will, and her name was changed to Pepper Piglet, so she wouldn't get the money. She had every right to be an emo. Her foster mom's name was Mami and her foster dad's name was Cole Márquez. Her foster parents didn't treat her like shirt, but they didn't shower her with affection... or even give her rules. She didn't have a curfew, chores, or even a limit on what she could eat or not. She could do whatever she wanted, so she "snuck out" of the house at midnight. She ran and ran until she reached the creek where she collected stones to skip. "Bullshit," she thought to herself. "I want to love that bald stud... but I want to kill him, too." She skipped a stone. "Shit, shit, shit, shi-" her thoughts were thrown from her head by a crunching noise. "WHO GOES THERE? MAMI? COLE MARQUEZ?!" But it was neither Mami or Cole Marquez; it was a young sweet-looking aardvark with glasses and a yellow sweater. "Um... hi..." he said awkwardly. Peppa sighed. "Hey, Arnold." "It's- it's Arthur-"

"Do you think I care?" Peppa sat on a huge fallen tree branch."

"No but-"

"Listen, I don't know what you're doing here, but I want you to leave."

"Please- this is where I like to go when my parents abuse me. My house is right there." Arthur pointed at a house sitting behind the trees. A silhouette of a crying young girl was in the window. "That's my sister, DW. She got more slaps than I did tonight for taking too long to climb up the stairs." Peppa's eyes widened. "When do you have to be up the stairs?" she asked, focusing on Arthur's sparkling blue eyes. "Thirty seconds max." he said, almost sorrowfully. "Weird. My parents abused me too. My mom would hit me with a slipper 37 times for thinking about thinking of doing something wrong." "Hey! That's what my dad hits me for! We have so much in common." "Oh my god, do you like the song that goes like, 'CRAAAWLIIING IIINNNNN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!'?" she said, a little too loud. "YES! WHAT ABOUT BILLIE GOAT EYELASH?" Arthur was beginning to bond with Peppa. "I LOVE HER!" but then, a praying mantis bit Arthur. "OW!" he said. "Oh," Peppa saw it was bleeding. She pulled a band-aid out of her girdle. "Here, it'll help." Arthur took it and found himself leaning very close to her. It was the perfect opportunity to, as Baxter would say, "snag his first kiss." He was about to lean in and press his lips against hers and put his soft hands on her face, but Peppa turned around, pulled an ipod and wired earbuds out of her girdle and said, "Here! As a gift for being such a great friend." Arthur's heart shattered. He had fallen in love with the girl as soon as he laid eyes on her. He slowly took the two items. "Thanks so much..."

Peppa's P.O.V.

I fell in love with Arthur when I first saw him. He's so cute! But the bald stud... I have to feel this out. I can't believe what I just said! You're such a great friend? Guys hate hearing that! Oh my god... I've officially ruined my life! I saw I shattered his heart by his facial expression. I need to be alone. "Well, I should get going. My foster parents'll be worried about me hehe..." I blatantly lied. "Oh, that's weird. My parents are talking about giving DW and me up for foster care. Maybe meet me here... same time tomorrow?" he said, looking at his watch. "Sure!" I said a little too cheerfully.

 *THE NEXT MORNING AT SCHOOL*

I was holding my phone in my hands tightly. If that bitch Minnie Mouse comes near me she'll snatch my phone and share my search history as soon as possible. Right now I'm on Tinder, and I found the most juicy thing ever. Barney and Elmo are dating. Barney and Elmo? This is some serious shit. I didn't even know Elmo was gay! Damn. I was gawking at the news in my head when somebody snatched my phone out of my hooves. It wasn't Minnie, the mystery thief didn't have a tacky white glove on. Their hand was bare. I looked up and saw the bald hunk from yesterday. "Barney and Elmo?!" he said, almost as shocked as I was. I hit the bottom of his hand, forcing him to throw the phone up in the air, and snatched the phone in midair. You know, Phoebe Buffay style. "Get away from me, cue ball." I said through my teeth. "It's CAILLOU!" he picked up a chair and threw it to the side. The chair broke in half on impact. One of the legs hit an aardvark, but not just any aardvark, the boy I met last night. His head began to bleed, but he got up and walked away like it was nothing. What Caillou just did? That. Was. Hot. I was immediately turned on by this. I leaped from my chair and tackled Caillou. I was going to make out with him then and there, but I remembered I was at school, so I changed my devious facial expression to an angered one. "YOU PSYCHOPATH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I said, trying to hide my passion for Caillou. "YOU COULD'VE HURT..." oh god what was his name? The cute aardvark! "ARTHUR!" Caillou just smirked under me. Then, I felt myself begin to smile deviously. I can't help but smile at his good looks. "You ok there cutie patootie?" How did he pull that romantic nickname off? I slapped him in the face and ran to class. It was 3 hours before first period started, but I didn't care.  

Arthur's P.O.V.

I'm walking through school with a face so bloodied I look like the Terminator. I don't care. She may still have feelings for me, so I'm not gonna act like a pussy and show that I'm hurt. I was walking through school when suddenly, Chuck Norris, my English teacher, yanked me into his room with a hook. Oh shi- "Arthur, what happened?" he said with those sparkling light brown eyes. "Nothing," I blatantly lied. "It was that bald kid wasn't it-" "NOTHING HAPPENED!" I screamed. Tears began to pool up in my eyes. I immediately blinked them away. "Nothing happened..." I said sorrowfully. Chuck Norris knew I was lying. "Ok then, go get breakfast," he said with a sad facial expression. I ran out of his room faster than Marty, the athletic Zebra in our school. 

Third Person P.O.V.

Rosie stood atop a chair with a noose around her neck. She was in her room. Her father had just beaten her with a whip, while her mother just spoonfed Caillou cake. She had finished her suicide note, and placed it in a drawer. She stood on the chair, the noose rubbing against her neck painfully. "Goodbye, cruel world," she said, a sick smile on her face. She stepped off of the chair.