Roller Coaster

Chapter One: Excitement

"No Francis, I'm not coming with you tonight..." Arthur said as he talked to his long-time frenemy Francis on the phone as well as looking through his drawers to find his Mr. America fan t-shirt.

"So... you are going to be alone on your birthday...?" Francis asked from the other line.

"No, I'm going to a Mr. America concert," Arthur replied, still scrambling through his drawers as all he heard from Francis was gasps and squeals. "What?" Arthur questioned.

"You are going to a Mr. America concert?!?!" Francis asked excitedly.

Arthur felt at the bottom of his drawer and found his Mr. America shirt and threw it on the bed then walked over to his closet and turned the metal doorknob and looked inside for a pair of jeans, taking out his ripped, blue jeans.

"Yes..." Arthur said in a confused tone.

Francis squealed again, "Let me come!! Can I come!?" Francis blurted out quickly.

Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. "No, I only have one ticket and it's for me because it's my birthday."

"Awww... Well, have fun, tell me if you get on stage or something crazy like that..." Francis added in, sounding disappointed.

"Will do, cheerio, frog." Arthur finally said.

"Adieu!" Francis said, then hanging up the phone call.

Arthur put the phone down from his ear and turned it off then put it on the top of his dresser and plugged it into the charger that was plugged into the outlet right beside the dresser. Arthur then plopped down on his bed and squealed.

"I can't wait!!! I haven't been this excited for my birthday in so long!!" He said with a bright smile brushed across his face. "I don't even know if I can sleep!" He said, jinxing himself and passing out on his bed. Arthur wasn't usually much of a heavy sleeper and usually woke up right as the sun rose, but, he knew that he'd just get even more anxious if he woke up and had to wait even longer to see his favourite celebrity of all time. Arthur had always loved Mr. America since Arthur was fourteen, he loved watching Mr. America, or as his name is back when he was a child actor, Alfred Jones. Arthur would watch all of what shows Alfred was in, and would and still can quote all of his favourite lines from the movies. Arthur's family was never too wealthy and himself being a somewhat struggling author, he just about saved enough money up to get himself a ticket, and a front row one too, to Mr. America's concert. Secretly, Arthur wanted to be noticed by Mr. America in any way, but would be totally fine if he didn't, because Mr. America is very much an A-list celebrity, not being noticed wouldn't be much of a shock to him, as well, Arthur saw himself as nothing special and wouldn't think that he would be pointed out in a crowd, so, being noticed would be a very low probability, but he secretly hoped and desired to at least have Mr. America glance at him, touch his hand, or even better, bring him on stage. Although that most likely wouldn't happen, Arthur wished and hoped that something along the lines would happen.