self-confidence . || usuk

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"They're good guys, I swear.," Alfred walked Arthur up the pathway to the front door. He put his hand to his heart, as if he was reciting a pledge. "Cross my heart, hope to die, or stick a knife in my eye."

Arthur cringed. "That's a bit brutal."

"It was the only thing that made that saying flow." ( what the hell are any of my stories lmaooooo )

Alfred rang the doorbell, which was so loud that you could hear it from outside the house. It took no more than 5 minutes for someone to answer the door. The man was taller than Arthur - but of course he was, everyone was taller than Arthur. - had blonde hair - it was paler than Alfred's but darker than Arthur's - and looked entirely too familiar. Yes, he had seen him before. He saw him while passing by a classroom, which held the French club. He was the president.

Arthur despised him.

"Francis!," Alfred had a small "bro moment" with Francis before pulling Arthur into the "bro moment" to introduce him, bro. "This my oh-so-cheery new pal, Arthur Kirkland. He's gonna join the group, if that's cool."

"Of course, mon ami!," Francis had focused his attention to Arthur. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Arthur."

"Oh, but the pleasure is all mine," Arthur replied cockily. He regretted it as soon as he said it.

"Come in, come in! Toni and Gilbert are already here."

Francis had led them into a large living room, which looked like it was decorated like a rich log cabin in Montana. Two others were sitting on the couch in the center, next to a lit fire place, even though it wasn't very cold.

"TONIIII, GILLLLL.," Alfred yelled to them as soon as they walked in. He pulled Arthur along next to him. "I brought along a new member of our broship. Say hello to Arthurrr Kirklaaand...!"

Arthur stared at Alfred, who was in an uncomfortable looking pose while introducing him. "Please never do that again, I'll worry for your well being." ( nothing in this fic is serious. )

"Save your worrying for later!," An albino rose from his seat. He was quite familiar with him, but not too much. "Gilbert Beilshmidt."

"How do you do?"

"Gesundheit."

( update: i hate myself and i wish i knew what i was doing 99% of the time )

Arthur dismissed Gilbert's stupidity and focused attention to the other person who was also present. He gave him a look that said I'm sorry, he's an idiot. He stood up, and held out his hand. "I'm Antonio Carrideo. I'm assuming you know Alfred."

"Sadly, yes.," Arthur said almost loud enough for Alfred to hear. He probably did, because he glanced at him as soon as he did. Sometimes he wished he could just hold his tounge...

"He's not as bad once you get to know him, I promise you.," Antonio went on. He leaned in close, talking then in a low voice. "Between you and me, I think all those tackles really went to his head, no?" He sniggered, and Arthur was begining to like him already.

This won't be so bad, he thought. Maybe it'll be alright.

By the end of the day, Arthur and Antonio were chatting up a storm, while the other boys were doing stupid and obsurd activities. They had much more in common than he thought they would. But then it was time to leave, because for some reason, Alfred, the 18-year-old jock boy who could clearly take care of himself, had a curfew.

"That wasn't that bad, was it?," Alfred asked Arthur, shifting the corvette into reverse and backing out.

"No. It was completely miserable. I hope you never take me back here again."

"Awww, c'mon. They're not bad guys, they're just a little... mental, y'know? I think you and Toni really hit it off, don't ya think?"

Arthur shrugged, looking out the window. He guessed he really liked him, but it was probably nothing. He shut his eyes and thought. Just thought and thought about life... and other stuff. He just wanted to go home and go into his room and just stay there and never be bothered. He would never have to see Alfred or his stupid corvette or his stupid friends ever again. Never have to see them again. Never never never never never

"To your right, Casa de Arthur."

He opened his eyes. Without saying a word to Alfred, he raced to his front door. He put his hand on the knob, but he froze. He looked back at Alfred's car, where he just sat. The passenger window rolled down, and Alfred waved. Arthur managed a small wave back. And then he just stood there, looking at Alfred. He couldn't be emotionally attatched to him already, could he? He looked back at the door. No. He couldn't be. That would be mad. Arthur promised to never be attatched to anyone ever again. He turned the handle, and went inside.

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FUCK THE WAIT FOR THIS CH IS OVER. I'm too fuckin tired to edit this shit so I'll do it later. Be FUCKFJNG greatful I'm not dead so ye ah

Update: everything is fixed and lookin good. pretty litty man