Love is Blind

Part four

A few days had passed since that night. Arthur was sitting on his couch listening to a book when the voice reading the book had stopped and a ringing started. He tried his best to hit the answer button, and luckily he did. He got pretty good at hitting the answer button. But sometimes he would accidentally hit the decline button and would just hope it wasn't someone important (not that he really met many important people or had many friends)
"Hello?" He said to the phone.
"Oh bonjour~" replied and all too familiar voice. Arthur smiled. "Hey, how are you?"
"I'm good. And you?"
"I'm Fine. I'm halfway through the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkanan book. I really like it"
"Ah well that's good. Hey, I was wondering if you happen to be doing anything today?"
"Not really. Just babysitting my little brother." As if almost on cue, a little boy, about the age of twelve came flying into the room. "ARTHUR!! THE ICE CREAM TRUCK IS OUTSIDE CAN I GO CAN I GO?!"
"Peter, I'm on the bloody phone!" He sighed "yes you can go. Take some of Allistars money and get some ice cream" the boy thanked his brother, took some money, and ran out the door. Arthur sighed once more. "Yeah... I'm just babysitting"
Francis chuckled a bit "I see... Well if you want I could come and help you~?"
"Oh no, you really don't have to. You've done enough for me already"
"Nonsense! I'm coming over. See you soon, mon cher~!" And before Arthur could respond, Francis had hung up. The Brit sighed and leaned back into the couch, when Peter blasted into the house again and plopped down right next to his older brother. "Were you talking to your girlfrieeeeeend~?"
"No you twit. Go play in the other room." Peter huffed and hopped off the couch "You're a terrible babysitter" he grumbled before stomping into the other room and slamming the door shut. Arthur sighed. 'That boy can be such a brat sometimes' he thought. Arthur hated being left alone with his little brother. It was always so boring. All he really did was sit on the couch and listen to an Ebook. And then he would be interrupted by the screaming boy, yelling about something on the TV or about how he was bored and wanted Arthur to play with him, which was rather difficult. With another sigh Arthur stood up. 'Well now that I pissed him off he's probably not willing to help me with anything' Arthur reached his hand out and felt for things around him, being careful that he didn't ram himself into something. "Bloody hell...." He grumbled. He lightly grazed his hands across furniture and walls and as he reached his destination (the kitchen) the doorbell rang. 'Shit' Arthur whipped around and rushed to the door, tripping over a rug in the process. "FUCK!"
Peter opened the door to the room he was in. "oooo you said a bad word!"
"YOU'RE NOT MAKING THIS ANY BETTER!" Arthur grumbled and slowly got up. Then he slowly walked to the door and opened it. "Hello?"
"Bonjour! Are you alright? I heard crashing from inside."
"I'm... Fine I suppose. I just trip-"
He was cut off by a little boy, pushing him away and deciding to talk to Arthur's friend. "hello my name's Peter! What's yours? Are you a friend of my big brother?! My brother is weird. And he's not good at making friends. There was this one time where-"
"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH!" He began pushing Peter away from the door "he came here to see me not you, ninny" Peter was about to say something, but didn't and went off to the room he was in before. Arthur sighed for the billionth time and turned back to the door. "I apologize for that. He just gets excited you know..."
"I understand" Francis said, smiling.
"Well... Come in I guess" Arthur smiled and walked away from the door. He found his way to the couch where he plopped down and got as comfy as possible. Francis closed the door and took a seat next to him. "Didn't you say you have four brothers?"
"Yes. The other three are out right now"
"Ah... What about your parents?"
There was a brief silence
"They died a long time ago...."
there was another pause.
"Mon dieu I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. It's fine"
"....growing must have been pretty hard for you all, oui?"
"Yeah.... But it's gotten easier over time I guess"
"You're pretty amazing. Growing up without sight nor parents. It seems pretty rough" Arthur smiled weakly. "I guess it does. But like I said, it got easier as we all got older" after Arthur said that, he looked down almost as if he was ashamed of something. "Something the matter?"
"Hm?" Arthur looked up "oh no. Everything's fine" he smiled "I'm glad you could come over today!"
"Mm. I'm glad I could too~"
"It honestly does get a little tough being alone..."
"I bet"
Arthur's stomach growled, interrupting their little conversation.
"Have you eaten at all today, Cher?"
"No. I can't cook and everyone who could was gone when I woke up..."
Francis sighed. "Well that won't do. I'll go make you something~"
"No don't-"
Before he could finished his sentence, Francis had already gotten up and headed for the kitchen. "...Why is he so kind to me...." Arthur whispered to himself "nobody has ever treated me this way before..." He felt around for a pillow and held it to his chest once he found one. "I guess it's people like him who make the world less like hell..." Arthur smiled and buried his face into the soft couch pillow "I'm so glad I met him..." He closed his eyes and began drifting off into a light sleep.