Everything but nothing club (Fruk)

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The concert venue was packed as expected, and many people stood around. Arthur looked about, interested in everything going on, and it was so cute. It is confusing to know if he is trying to hide his soft side with his punk attitude, but I did not really mind it either way.

After the call with my sister, we did not do much after. We finished our food and awkwardly went to bed. We did not say much to each other till the morning came, which might have been a good thing. It was a little awkward, and I did not have it in me to mention what had happened.

The lights suddenly got dim, and cheers erupted. "Oh my god! It is starting," I spoke, excited. I held onto Arthur and began to shake him a little. I could hear him laughing, but I soon felt butterflies as I listened to the first song begin to play. Really? Out of all the pieces to start with, it was a romantic one?

I breathed out nervously and watched the show, feeling all types of emotions.

"Oh, baby
Oh, man
You're makin' me crazy
Really drivin' me mad
That's alright with me
It's really no fuss
As long as you're next to me
Just the two of us."

I looked at Arthur, who was watching the show, smiling. I slowly grabbed his hand, and he looked down, shocked. "What?"

"Thank you for coming with me," I spoke.

"Oh, brother
Sweetheart
I'm feelin' so tired
Really fallin' apart
And it just don't make sense to me
I really don't know
Why you stick right next to me
Wherever I go."

He smiled at me, nodding, and my heart exploded. "I would do anything for you," he spoke. I couldn't hold back my smile. I wanted to kiss him right then and there. He did something to me that I couldn't explain. Yeah, was he a dick most of the time? Possibly...but he was my dickhead.

Arthur was definitely the cruelest and sweetest person I have ever met.

~

"Thank you again..."

"Of course..."

We walked into the room and stood in front of each other. There was no way for either of us to escape. I think this time, I was going to make the first move. "About yesterday, I know we did not say anything about it, but I am sorry, I think things may have gotten out of hand, and it might have been my fault—"

"Shut up already," He spoke, cutting me off.

Arthur grabbed my face and started kissing me, but I couldn't.

"Wait, we shouldn't; maybe we should wait?" I suggested. I had no good reason why we should, but I did not want to rush anything.

"Jesus Christ, you're so confusing," He spoke. He smiled at me once more and pulled me in for another kiss. This was it...I was being roped in more and more by his actions. I felt myself kissing him back, and I grabbed onto him. "This means nothing; I am not in love with you," I spoke.

"Yeah, Yeah, just kiss me," He spoke against my lips.

He began to push me closer to the bed, and I let it happen. I am not ashamed to admit that I may have been seduced within a few hours.

I felt the need to lead this time; I didn't want him to feel like he had to do all the work. I stopped him from touching me, and he looked at me, confused. "Here, I'll start," I spoke. He looked at me, confused, and I pulled him onto the bed and pressed myself against him.

"What? You didn't seem to mind me taking the lead yesterday," he laughed. "Yeah, well, I want to do more," I laughed. Using my right hand, I pushed back his hair from his forehead and pressed his head down against the bed. "You are handsome," I spoke.

His face felt hot until it showed redness. "How am I supposed to take all of this? A confession of love? Perhaps?" He asked. His face grew soft as I leaned into him and kissed his forehead.

"I guess... I'm still deciding," I smiled.

"Huh?"

I pressed my lips against him so he would shut up, and it muffled his voice. "You are so annoying," he spoke. "Yet, you got a crush from a single kiss; it makes me wonder what you would feel if I were to do more," I whispered. I looked him in the eyes, and his face reddened.

I inched closer to him, and our cheeks were touching. "Don't forget..." I started. I separated from him again and began to push the hair from his face gently. "That I have YOU wrapped around MY finger..."

I laughed, but he began to glare at me. Arthur pushed me away from him and flipped us over. "That may be slightly true, but I won't give up so easily," he spoke. "Is that a challenge?" I asked. His face twitched from annoyance, and he nodded. "By the end of the winter festival, you will be mine," he spoke.

He began to get between my legs, and I pulled at his hair. "Are you done?" I asked. However, he still looked at me with annoyance. "Or do you not want to kiss me anymore?" I asked. Arthur rolled his eyes at me and came closer once more.

"I will, but just know, you are the one playing with my feelings," he spoke.

"Oh? Does that bother you?" I asked.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Not one bit..." he spoke. He pressed his lips against mine again, and we started to kiss each other. Maybe I could be petty and wait to tell him after the festival; however, that would be a dickish thing to do.

Although we are both Dickish kids, who, despite having opposite personalities, we managed to gain a soft spot for each other.

The soft spot is an understatement for apparent reasons. "Stay with me forever," he whispered. "What will I get in return?" I asked. He smiled at me and tilted his head, "My undying love and affection."

"Okay then..." I laughed.