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The time was 8:37. Class started at 8:40. You were almost late. You hurried through the hallways to your class, pushing up your glasses back up your face. Clutching your book and binder to your chest, you tried your hardest not to be late to class. The crowd in the hallway was getting smaller so you walked faster, making the left into your English class. At the very last second you got to class on time, sighing in relief. You quickly made your way to your seat and sat down taking out a pencil. You copied down your notes and tried to listen to the teacher currently talking, but that was rather difficult because of all the talking people were doing.

You were the only quiet one in the whole class, rather the whole school. You excluded yourself from activities and social events. Nothing really caught your interest, and since you had no friends, you were classified as a loner. Nobody bothered to talk to you, thinking you would shun them away. That wasn't even half the truth. You would never shun or ignore anyone, but weren't much of a talker. You were very shy, and liked being alone.

Usually you drew in your notebook, which was what you were doing now, until class ended in only 10 minutes. The class was still talking, whispering and written notes. It was normal here so it didn't bother you. Finally, class ended and you were saved from your boredom. Walking to your next class, you bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw that it was Arthur, the punk british guy who transferred to your school about 3 months ago. Blushing furiously you stammered an, "I-I'm sorry Arthur..." He only smiled. "It's okay love, just watch where you're going." He smiled again, and walked off. Clutching your books to your chest even tighter, you tried to brush off the fact that Arthur had just talked to you. It was only obvious to yourself that Arthur was your first crush.

He was so fascinating, the way he could play both guitar and bass, and his amazing singing voice. He had only 2 piercings, but was a punk all the same. You were too shy to talk to him, because you two had nothing in common. The only instrument you were able to play was keyboard, but actually took on guitar and bass classes so you could possibly one day show him, you were interested in music.

He liked a lot of rock music and upon listening to it yourself, you decided it was great. Your favorite band however was Panic! At the Disco, and Avril Lavigne, a singer you loved since she came out. Books and anime were your favorite thing and something you could never live without. On the other hand, Arthur was interested in music, and loved singing. The reason you knew this was because one day after school, you heard the most angelic voice you had ever heard. Following the voice, it lead you to the music room, and Arthur was inside it, singing with the voice that no one dared to dislike. He held a guitar at hand, strumming the six strings as if he was in a trance. Not wanting to be noticed, you ran away quietly. Rumors also went around that he was performing at the talent show, so you got tickets to see him. He was the only one you would go to see, not that he would care. He had dozens of girls that admired him, and even though you were one of them, he obviously didn't notice it. He didn't notice you.

You tried to forget everything, and just went to your next class. It was world math and to be honest, that interested you the most. Learning about it was rather interesting in your opinion, but not to others. You sat in class, paying your full attention to the teacher, and listening about algebra. It was actually very easy, so you didn’t need to put all your attention into it. Class went by quickly, or at least for you. Gathering up your stuff, you heard a teacher talker with someone. Curious, you looked outside and saw Arthur and the same math teacher you had 5 minutes ago. He looked stern, while Arthur looked at him blankly. You tried walking away quickly but got stopped. “Ah, ______, can you come here for a moment?” Freezing in place for a minute, you turned around slowly, walking to the teacher and pushed up your glasses your face again. “Y-Yes sir? Did you need something?”

“Yes _______, since you are one of our top students, would you mind tutoring Arthur for the time being?” You widened your eyes just a little bit, shocked. You tried to think of excuses, but all of them were either lame or stupid.

“Yes it won’t be a problem.” He smiled at you, gratefully. The teacher left, leaving Arthur and you alone.

“Um, thanks for agreeing to do this, love.” Blushing, your lips curved into a tiny smile, and shook your head.

“It’s not a problem. When would you like to start?”

“Is afterschool fine? Meet me at the library..?” You couldn’t help but notice his cheeks go a very light shade of pink and the fact that he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah that’ll be fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks also pink.

“Well then, bye love,” he walked away, leaving you to go to P.E. class. Walking away, you couldn't believe that you actually are gonna be with Arthur. A slight blush crept on your cheeks again as you ran to P.E. class.

~Afterschool~

You were already at the library waiting for Arthur. You decided to do some homework while you waited, so you got out your pen and paper and started to write your book report. Putting the headphones in your ears you put a song to help you concentrate. You started writing and felt as if time was going by faster. The book report was finished in a matter of 10 minutes, and you sighed.

All your actions were stopped as you felt someone yank an earphone from your left ear.

"What the hell?" You said looking up irritated. Arthur stood there astonished at your choice of words.

"I-Um...Sorry about that." You stuttered.

He chuckled, while smirking to himself. In all honesty he had taken an interest in you ever since he noticed you one day drawing in class. Arthur knew you had another side to you. Someone fun. He saw the look in your eyes and knew you were interesting. Different. Unique. And to add on, he liked girls with glasses.

"It's fine love. Let's start." He sat next to you, noticing your blush. Is she always this shy?

"Okay, what do you need help in?"

~An hour later~

"Do you understand now?" You asked through gritted teeth. When you were asked to tutor you didn't think he was this bad. It took an hour just to explain the simplest concept, did he even bother to study?

"Yes, I understand. Can we please take a break now?" You nodded, also dying for a break. You pulled out your book which was a fantasy. You loved anything that had to do with witches, fairies, and mystery.

"You like that book too?" You looked up, surprised at the sudden voice spoken to you. Arthur pointed to your book, eyes full of concern. You nodded.

"It's my favorite actually..." Arthur smiled softly at you.

"It's my favorite too." A small blush crept onto your cheeks, making them feel very hot.

"Are you alright love? You're red, are you sick?" Shaking your head rapidly you felt hands cupping your cheeks, and Arthur very close. So close that if he moved another inch he'd be on top of you. Your eyes widened at the sudden body contact, and squirmed in embarrassment.

"__________, you need to stop being so shy around people, relax a bit."

You were still tense under him, so he took another approach. Arthur gently brushed his hands at your sides, tickling you. You giggled, indicating that you were indeed ticklish. He smirked, tickling you more, getting even more laughs out of you. After only 30 seconds you broke into a fit a laughter, and so did Arthur.

~~~~~~~~~~Le mini timeskip cause idk what to write now~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, ____________..."

"Yes Arthur?"

"Can we possibly hang out another time?"

"Of course." You smiled, making him smile as well.

And so you did, he took you out multiple times, to scary movies, concerts, or even just hanging out at a park. He sometimes played his guitar and sang to you. He did this often when you were upset, or when you couldn't sleep at night. As time grew, you developes more feelings for him, and Arthur, though he'd never admit it, also liked you. He soon grew you out of your shyness. You were more confident, and more carefree. Nobody really understood the relationship you two had. Some people thought you were a couple, while some thought it was some pity thing. No matter how the both of you looked at it, it was true friendship, as cheesy as it may sound.

~~~~~~Le mini-ish time skip~~~~~~

You were finally about to do it. You held the piece of paper in your hand, a small blush at your cheeks. That paper was your confession. Something that can either do 1 of 2 things. Bring you closer, or create a distance. As you walked down the hallway looking for Arthur, you finally spotted the blond, in his black skinny jeans and leather jacket. Damn, why is he so attractive? You thought. Smiling and walking more confidently to him, something made you stop. A girl. Only about two inches taller than you, with long jet black hair. He hugged her, kissing her cheek.

You only froze in place, too scared to move. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and not wanting to be noticed, you decided to run.

"_________!!" Arthur called out after you, but you didn't stop. You just kept running down the three blocks to your house, and ran to your room, not bothering to lock the door. Then you fell to the ground, burying your face in your knees. Sobbing. You murmur Arthur's name, heart broken.

"I'm such an idiot. He would never love someone like me." Your mind kept on saying that, making you sob harder.

"________...Please...." Someone called out. The knocking on your door was loud, it made your head pound. The knob was twisted letting this 'stranger' in your house.

You already knew it was Arthur. You heard his boots on the wood floors, making his way to your room. Before you could react or even talk, a pair of arms embrace you.

"__________, please stop crying..."

Your sobs got louder, and you buried your head in his chest, trembling.

Arthur didn't know what to do. He had only the slightest idea why you were crying. Was it because of that girl? That girl was a friend I hasn't seen in a while. She was like a sister. But why would she cry...?

"_________, why are you crying? Please talk to me...."

"Arthur...there's this guy..." You didn't dare look him in the eye. The tears would only come back.

"Who is this guy?? Did he hurt you?!" He looked angry, and started holding you tighter. This made you smile just a little.

"I saw him with another girl... And I was going to confess, but it seems he doesn't feel the same way."

"Love, just tell him. Even if he doesn't like you, just move on from him."

"But Arthur, I don't want to move on. He'll never look at me the same way."

"Is there anything I can do..?" You blushed, then reached for the letter. With trembling and hesitant hands, you gave him the piece of paper to read. Arthur took the paper and started reading it. His eyes widened as he kept on reading.

Arthur,

I have figured we are this close so I could tell you this.

I really do hope this doesn’t ruin what we have already as friends.

Well, I like- no, I love you. You are and always will be the love of my life.

As stupid as it may sound, I have admired you because of your love for music, how carefree and amazing you are.

You have such an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude and I actually really like that about you.

Will you please make me yours?

Love, ______.

With your cheeks red, and eyes still teary, you looked down at your feet. You couldn’t help but keep thinking the same things. ‘Arthur will never love me..’ or shit like that. It only made you cry even more.

“______, why didn’t you just tell me?” Arthur looked up from the letter, to see your red and teary face.

“Love, look at me when I’m talking to you.” His index finger lifted your chin so you were looking at him, straight in the eye. Then you felt a pair of lips connect with yours, making you blush even darker (If it’s possible…).

The kiss was soft and innocent at first. But as time went on, it became more passionate and rough. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you denied him. A smirk tugged his lips, as he grabbed your butt making you gasp and moan at once so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You made a muffled moan, as his tongue explored your mouth. It was pure bliss. You never wanted this to end, but unfortunately that stupid thing called oxygen was soon needed. Both Arthur and yourself, pulled away, red in the face and breathing heavily.

“I love you, ________…”

“I love you too Arthur…” He kissed you again, picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

Description
The time was 8:37. Class started at 8:40. You were almost late. You hurried through the hallways to your class, pushing up your glasses back up your face. Clutching your book and binder to your chest, you tried your hardest not to be late to class. The crowd in the hallway was getting smaller so you walked faster, making the left into your English class. At the very last second you got to class on time, sighing in relief. You quickly made your way to your seat and sat down taking out a pencil. You copied down your notes and tried to listen to the teacher currently talking, but that was rather difficult because of all the talking people were doing.

You were the only quiet one in the whole class, rather the whole school. You excluded yourself from activities and social events. Nothing really caught your interest, and since you had no friends, you were classified as a loner. Nobody bothered to talk to you, thinking you would shun them away. That wasn't even half the truth. You would never shun or ignore anyone, but weren't much of a talker. You were very shy, and liked being alone.

Usually you drew in your notebook, which was what you were doing now, until class ended in only 10 minutes. The class was still talking, whispering and written notes. It was normal here so it didn't bother you. Finally, class ended and you were saved from your boredom. Walking to your next class, you bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw that it was Arthur, the punk british guy who transferred to your school about 3 months ago. Blushing furiously you stammered an, "I-I'm sorry Arthur..." He only smiled. "It's okay love, just watch where you're going." He smiled again, and walked off. Clutching your books to your chest even tighter, you tried to brush off the fact that Arthur had just talked to you. It was only obvious to yourself that Arthur was your first crush.

He was so fascinating, the way he could play both guitar and bass, and his amazing singing voice. He had only 2 piercings, but was a punk all the same. You were too shy to talk to him, because you two had nothing in common. The only instrument you were able to play was keyboard, but actually took on guitar and bass classes so you could possibly one day show him, you were interested in music.

He liked a lot of rock music and upon listening to it yourself, you decided it was great. Your favorite band however was Panic! At the Disco, and Avril Lavigne, a singer you loved since she came out. Books and anime were your favorite thing and something you could never live without. On the other hand, Arthur was interested in music, and loved singing. The reason you knew this was because one day after school, you heard the most angelic voice you had ever heard. Following the voice, it lead you to the music room, and Arthur was inside it, singing with the voice that no one dared to dislike. He held a guitar at hand, strumming the six strings as if he was in a trance. Not wanting to be noticed, you ran away quietly. Rumors also went around that he was performing at the talent show, so you got tickets to see him. He was the only one you would go to see, not that he would care. He had dozens of girls that admired him, and even though you were one of them, he obviously didn't notice it. He didn't notice you.

You tried to forget everything, and just went to your next class. It was world math and to be honest, that interested you the most. Learning about it was rather interesting in your opinion, but not to others. You sat in class, paying your full attention to the teacher, and listening about algebra. It was actually very easy, so you didn’t need to put all your attention into it. Class went by quickly, or at least for you. Gathering up your stuff, you heard a teacher talker with someone. Curious, you looked outside and saw Arthur and the same math teacher you had 5 minutes ago. He looked stern, while Arthur looked at him blankly. You tried walking away quickly but got stopped. “Ah, ______, can you come here for a moment?” Freezing in place for a minute, you turned around slowly, walking to the teacher and pushed up your glasses your face again. “Y-Yes sir? Did you need something?”

“Yes _______, since you are one of our top students, would you mind tutoring Arthur for the time being?” You widened your eyes just a little bit, shocked. You tried to think of excuses, but all of them were either lame or stupid.

“Yes it won’t be a problem.” He smiled at you, gratefully. The teacher left, leaving Arthur and you alone.

“Um, thanks for agreeing to do this, love.” Blushing, your lips curved into a tiny smile, and shook your head.

“It’s not a problem. When would you like to start?”

“Is afterschool fine? Meet me at the library..?” You couldn’t help but notice his cheeks go a very light shade of pink and the fact that he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah that’ll be fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks also pink.

“Well then, bye love,” he walked away, leaving you to go to P.E. class. Walking away, you couldn't believe that you actually are gonna be with Arthur. A slight blush crept on your cheeks again as you ran to P.E. class.

~Afterschool~

You were already at the library waiting for Arthur. You decided to do some homework while you waited, so you got out your pen and paper and started to write your book report. Putting the headphones in your ears you put a song to help you concentrate. You started writing and felt as if time was going by faster. The book report was finished in a matter of 10 minutes, and you sighed.

All your actions were stopped as you felt someone yank an earphone from your left ear.

"What the hell?" You said looking up irritated. Arthur stood there astonished at your choice of words.

"I-Um...Sorry about that." You stuttered.

He chuckled, while smirking to himself. In all honesty he had taken an interest in you ever since he noticed you one day drawing in class. Arthur knew you had another side to you. Someone fun. He saw the look in your eyes and knew you were interesting. Different. Unique. And to add on, he liked girls with glasses.

"It's fine love. Let's start." He sat next to you, noticing your blush. Is she always this shy?

"Okay, what do you need help in?"

~An hour later~

"Do you understand now?" You asked through gritted teeth. When you were asked to tutor you didn't think he was this bad. It took an hour just to explain the simplest concept, did he even bother to study?

"Yes, I understand. Can we please take a break now?" You nodded, also dying for a break. You pulled out your book which was a fantasy. You loved anything that had to do with witches, fairies, and mystery.

"You like that book too?" You looked up, surprised at the sudden voice spoken to you. Arthur pointed to your book, eyes full of concern. You nodded.

"It's my favorite actually..." Arthur smiled softly at you.

"It's my favorite too." A small blush crept onto your cheeks, making them feel very hot.

"Are you alright love? You're red, are you sick?" Shaking your head rapidly you felt hands cupping your cheeks, and Arthur very close. So close that if he moved another inch he'd be on top of you. Your eyes widened at the sudden body contact, and squirmed in embarrassment.

"__________, you need to stop being so shy around people, relax a bit."

You were still tense under him, so he took another approach. Arthur gently brushed his hands at your sides, tickling you. You giggled, indicating that you were indeed ticklish. He smirked, tickling you more, getting even more laughs out of you. After only 30 seconds you broke into a fit a laughter, and so did Arthur.

~~~~~~~~~~Le mini timeskip cause idk what to write now~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, ____________..."

"Yes Arthur?"

"Can we possibly hang out another time?"

"Of course." You smiled, making him smile as well.

And so you did, he took you out multiple times, to scary movies, concerts, or even just hanging out at a park. He sometimes played his guitar and sang to you. He did this often when you were upset, or when you couldn't sleep at night. As time grew, you developes more feelings for him, and Arthur, though he'd never admit it, also liked you. He soon grew you out of your shyness. You were more confident, and more carefree. Nobody really understood the relationship you two had. Some people thought you were a couple, while some thought it was some pity thing. No matter how the both of you looked at it, it was true friendship, as cheesy as it may sound.

~~~~~~Le mini-ish time skip~~~~~~

You were finally about to do it. You held the piece of paper in your hand, a small blush at your cheeks. That paper was your confession. Something that can either do 1 of 2 things. Bring you closer, or create a distance. As you walked down the hallway looking for Arthur, you finally spotted the blond, in his black skinny jeans and leather jacket. Damn, why is he so attractive? You thought. Smiling and walking more confidently to him, something made you stop. A girl. Only about two inches taller than you, with long jet black hair. He hugged her, kissing her cheek.

You only froze in place, too scared to move. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and not wanting to be noticed, you decided to run.

"_________!!" Arthur called out after you, but you didn't stop. You just kept running down the three blocks to your house, and ran to your room, not bothering to lock the door. Then you fell to the ground, burying your face in your knees. Sobbing. You murmur Arthur's name, heart broken.

"I'm such an idiot. He would never love someone like me." Your mind kept on saying that, making you sob harder.

"________...Please...." Someone called out. The knocking on your door was loud, it made your head pound. The knob was twisted letting this 'stranger' in your house.

You already knew it was Arthur. You heard his boots on the wood floors, making his way to your room. Before you could react or even talk, a pair of arms embrace you.

"__________, please stop crying..."

Your sobs got louder, and you buried your head in his chest, trembling.

Arthur didn't know what to do. He had only the slightest idea why you were crying. Was it because of that girl? That girl was a friend I hasn't seen in a while. She was like a sister. But why would she cry...?

"_________, why are you crying? Please talk to me...."

"Arthur...there's this guy..." You didn't dare look him in the eye. The tears would only come back.

"Who is this guy?? Did he hurt you?!" He looked angry, and started holding you tighter. This made you smile just a little.

"I saw him with another girl... And I was going to confess, but it seems he doesn't feel the same way."

"Love, just tell him. Even if he doesn't like you, just move on from him."

"But Arthur, I don't want to move on. He'll never look at me the same way."

"Is there anything I can do..?" You blushed, then reached for the letter. With trembling and hesitant hands, you gave him the piece of paper to read. Arthur took the paper and started reading it. His eyes widened as he kept on reading.

Arthur,

I have figured we are this close so I could tell you this.

I really do hope this doesn’t ruin what we have already as friends.

Well, I like- no, I love you. You are and always will be the love of my life.

As stupid as it may sound, I have admired you because of your love for music, how carefree and amazing you are.

You have such an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude and I actually really like that about you.

Will you please make me yours?

Love, ______.

With your cheeks red, and eyes still teary, you looked down at your feet. You couldn’t help but keep thinking the same things. ‘Arthur will never love me..’ or shit like that. It only made you cry even more.

“______, why didn’t you just tell me?” Arthur looked up from the letter, to see your red and teary face.

“Love, look at me when I’m talking to you.” His index finger lifted your chin so you were looking at him, straight in the eye. Then you felt a pair of lips connect with yours, making you blush even darker (If it’s possible…).

The kiss was soft and innocent at first. But as time went on, it became more passionate and rough. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you denied him. A smirk tugged his lips, as he grabbed your butt making you gasp and moan at once so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You made a muffled moan, as his tongue explored your mouth. It was pure bliss. You never wanted this to end, but unfortunately that stupid thing called oxygen was soon needed. Both Arthur and yourself, pulled away, red in the face and breathing heavily.

“I love you, ________…”

“I love you too Arthur…” He kissed you again, picking you up and throwing you on the bed.