A small Crush (Fruk)

Chapter 17

Arthur did not have a reason to want me to come over I'm sure of it! Maybe I had no reason to think it was over. He had the space he needed, and it killed me every day. When I arrived at his apartment, I knocked on the door, and within seconds it opened quickly. My eyes widened as I stared at him, and I felt mesmerized. I had never been so happy to see someone. I couldn't help but quickly walk in and pull him into a hug. "Don't ever do that to me again," I whispered to him.

"I'm sorry..... there were a lot of things happening, and I still can't wrap my head around it. But, I want you to be around..... it will make it easier to decide," he explained.
"What are you talking about? Just tell me," I asked. He shook his and took a deep breath "not yet..... not yet at least, I just want to enjoy this a little longer," he smiled. Arthur seemed different, he was obviously hiding something, but why wouldn't this last?

"You can tell me anything! That's why I want to be near you. So I can help you and love you the best I can," I said slowly. He smiled at me and just continued to hug me. "Francis... I hate you so much," he laughed. I began to laugh with him and stare at him confused. What was going on with him? "Arthur, let's be best friends," I spoke. "Best friends?" He asked. "Yes!! If we are best friends, you will rely on me more, and that's what I want," I smiled.

I looked to the kitchen and saw that a cake was cooling down. "Oh! I'm really good at baking cakes, so I decided to make one!" He smiled. I nodded and looked at it; it looked really good. "Do you want to decorate it with me?" He asked. I immediately felt my heart race as I nodded eagerly. "That would be amazing!" I cheered.

Arthur grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the kitchen. All of the things were already laid out, and I felt extremely happy. I think I know how I truly feel.

I was so in love with him! I was dying without him, and being here, doing something as small as decorating a cake made me realize how much I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I want to be friends and earn the title to be called his boyfriend. I know I'd love the hell out of him forever. However.... I was married, and it wasn't an easy thing to get out of.

Even if I don't end up with him in this lifetime, I just know that fate will bring us together in another life. If not, then what is the point of anything?

We began to decorate the cake, and I could see how happy he was. I would give up everything to disappear and be with him. Why isn't it that simple though!? what else could I do to have what I wanted? I began to lean my head on his shoulder, and I could feel him tense up. "Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded and closed my eyes. "Just thinking about how different things would be if I didn't do something," I laughed nervously.

If I never married?

Would Arthur feel the same?

Would we have been together already?

I had no clue, and I don't think I was ever going to find out the answers to all of my questions.

"I wish you could meet my brothers; I think they would like you," Arthur broke the silence. "You think so?" I began to laugh. Meeting his family? That was the next step in the relationship. "Well, you've met my sister, and of course, she still asks about you once in a while... If I'm right, I would say she has a crush on you," I laughed, looking at him.

His eyes widened and he shook his head "I doubt that!" He laughed. "I don't see why not," I spoke. "Hmmmm.... Are you jealous or something," he began to tease. My face got red, and I shook my head "no! It's not that..... I was just say-..."

"Yeah, right!! I can see right through you! Might as well confess your love now," he said in a teasing way. I began to laugh and turn to him. I reached my hand toward his shoulder and pulled him to look at me "what?" He asked, confused. "Would it be so bad if I was jealous? And I was in love with you?"

His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned red. "I-... what?! Stop playing around! You are married! You could never," he laughed nervously. I felt a little sad and nodded at his response. "You are right..." I said and turned back to the cake. He wasn't wrong, and I need to understand that! There is no way he and I will work out.

It was silent after that, but I think he is thinking about it for some reason. Which I want, of course... there is still a tiny part of me that wants him to consider us. When he does, if he were to tell me? I think that's all I would need. I wouldn't say he is giving me a reason to leave my wife, but it will motivate me to tell her how I've felt for the past five years.

However, I know I will still feel like a dick about it, so maybe I'll run away with him? I'll take him somewhere, and we can start new, and I wouldn't have to worry about people bothering us if I were to leave my wife. This is all easier said than done, I'm sure of it. However, having hope doesn't hurt at all! I think it's good to fantasize about it in a way.

A guy can dream....

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