A little crush

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Arthur softly cleared his throat as he pushed through the crowded halls of the school, ducking his way through the groups of friends that huddled together to get to his locker. Eyes darting from face to face looking for a familiar one. His green eyes looking for those blue ones that he oh so adored. His chest tightened and his face flushed, pulling the textbook closer to him making his knuckles turn white as he saw him. Alfred F. Jones. A boy whom Arthur has had a crush on for a while. Who no matter how hard he tried, couldn't make a conversation with. It would help if he actually tried to talk. But. Arthur's nerves always got the best of him before he could open his mouth, causing him to turn the other way. A sigh escaped Arthur's lips as he reached his locker, putting his hand to the cold metal it slid to the lock. Turning and clicking he put in the combination, standing on his toes to reach a book on the top shelf of his locker as he put the current one in his hands in its place. As he did so he felt someone bump into his back, almost causing the poor boy to fall into his own locker. "Sorry" he muttered quietly. Slowly closing the locker and turning around, only for his eyes to meet those of blue. The ones he had been looking at moments before. "Oh.. sorry" he made his voice rather clearer as his face flushed to a darker pink. -Arthur ☕️
((A little something to fill the gap in my writing. Grabbed this from an old Instagram post of mine, one of my old starters! Small shameful self promo. Insta is oliver_and_arthur_ ))

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