QueenOfWands

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Arthur jumped slightly when he heard Eva’s voice, and he turned his attention to her standing in the walkway. His heart sank in his chest looking at her sweet face. All that continued to replay through his head was Ricardo forcing a kiss on her. And he did it just to spite Arthur. Arthur felt a little bit angry again and turned towards the kitchen wall, slamming another punch against the tile wall. It was a good thing it was tile, otherwise he probably would have put a hole through the drywall. Unfortunately, though, the tile was tougher than his fleshy fist, and when he pulled it back, there were cuts on his knuckles. He sighed loudly and grabbed some paper towels, to put pressure on the cuts. That punch helped get out the last of his frustration. And now all that remained was remorse.

His expression softened before he looked back at Eva. ”I’m fine…” He stared at her for a little while before walking towards her. He didn’t realize how much taller he was than her until he stood so close to her. His heart still felt low in his chest. He hadn’t protected her. He failed her. Isn’t that what someone is supposed to do when they care about something? Care for it and protect it? He sighed heavily, before reaching his arms out and wrapping them around Eva’s body, pulling her close and into a tight hug. ”I’m sorry, Eva.” He held her tightly to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. He couldn’t take back what just happened to her, and it filled him with regret that he couldn’t have stopped it sooner. He wished he was paying closer attention, wished he could have noticed it was Ricardo sitting beside her.

But holding onto Eva made him feel a million times better. Holding her to his chest made his cold heart feel so warm, and his heart was pounding loudly and fast against his chest. He didn’t want to pull away, but he also knew that at any moment his friends would come looking for him. And when they found him like this… well he wasn’t sure what would happen. But he didn’t want them to see. So Arthur broke away from the hug, nodding towards Eva, and walked back into the living room. Outside on the patio, Terrance and Jacob were arguing. ”What did you say to Arthur about ‘letting his emotions go’?” Terrance has his arms crossed against his chest. Jacob didn’t look at Terrance’s eyes. ”That he shouldn’t hide the fact he has feelings for Eva. You know it, I know it. You’re trying to get them to hook up!”

”Yeah, hook-up. Not be in love. That was your dumb mistake, Jacob. You don’t want Arthur falling into the same trap you did. In our line of work, we can’t ‘fall in love’. Look, we can’t leave everyone inside waiting. Terrance turned around and went back inside, and Alexander and Jacob followed behind. Jacob was rubbing the back of his head, sighing as Alexander seemed to pat his back in a consoling way. The rumble and roars of talking and laughter continued after the scene, and Marcus was still passing out cards to everyone sitting at the table. Arthur wasn’t paying much attention until he saw a card thrown out in front of him. He passively picked it up and saw a Joker. He wasn’t very familiar with the game being played, and raised an eyebrow in observance of those around him. He held down the paper towels on his hand. Marcus moved the deck of cards to his other hand, and in doing so flipped a card to the top, holding it up in the air and calling to Eva from the kitchen. ”Eva! Are you still in on the game?”

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk and Sad
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Livingroom
✖✖ I am With... Alone
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Joker?..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Marcus grinned and nodded to the group of girls, passing out their cards. ”Alright, everyone look at their cards and flip!” Everyone showed their hands and frantic eyes darted from card to card, looking for a match. A few people cheered and yelled out as Terrance and Helene had matching 5 cards. Terrance grinned widely and leaned towards Helene, pulling her hips closer to his. ”Great way to start the night, don’t you think?” He smiled and locked into a ferocious, strong kiss. Everyone around started hooting and counting. “One… Two… Three… Four… Five!” But Terrance wasn’t going to end it that fast. He kissed her more passionately when they reached five, a few people laughing and yelling at him. Marcus smacked Terrance’s arm to get his attention back. ”Alright, Alright, Break it up or get a room. Jeez, let the girl have a chance to breath!” People were laughing and drinking for any non matches that occurred. Terrance broke the kiss with a loud smooch and laughed playfully. ”Sorry, Helene. I just get carried away when I’m with you.” Terrance smiled, gently rubbing on Helene’s thigh. The games ensued and so did the drinking. Since Eva wasn’t getting any matches, she just had to keep having to drink… and drink… and drink. At one-point Alexander did a few rounds around the living room and brought her a new drink when she finished her first.

Jacob came down the stairs after talking with Arthur and worked his way to the living room, watching the kissing sessions that ensued with each play of hands. His eyes circled the group until they landed on Alyssa, his heart skipping a beat. He remembered the first time they had hooked up was playing a game of Pairs, and both getting played the Joker card. Oh, he remembered that night so well, but he suppressed the memories. That time had passed, and Jacob was struggling to move on. Rather than playing, Jacob hung back a little while, taking a drink every time, a hand was played, as if he were losing each round. Drinking away troubles was not a healthy coping mechanism, but it did work. The music was banging and party was in full swing when a few crashers appeared at the door. ” ¡Aye! ¡Aye! ¡Gran fiesta! ¿Dónde están las perras?” A voice called from the hallway, Terrance and Jacob quickly turned their attention to the Ricardo who suddenly appeared walking through the house. He was alone, but not doubt his goons were waiting at the door in case he needed them. Almost everyone in the room besides the two Swedes greeted him with excitement. ”We never see you at Terrance’s parties, Ricardo! You and Terrance should partner up sometime- it would be a party for the ages!” One guy said to him, greeting him heartily.

The party continued, but there was a slight noticeable shift in Jacob and Terrance at his presence. The only reason Ricardo would be here, was to cause trouble. And they remembered what Arthur had said about trying to cause trouble. Terrance and Jacob couldn’t cause a scene with all the witnesses around. But they also knew that Ricardo couldn’t risk the same thing. Pulling out a joint from his pocket, he lit it up while plopping into a seat beside Eva. The smell of the joint quickly radiated through the room. This really angered Terrance, as he hated having the smell reek up his parent’s house. That was the reason for the designated area outside. ”Play me in for the next hand, Marcus! I want to get some coño tonight!” He smiled wildly and looked at Eva, shooting her a charming wink. Marcus shuffled the cards dealt them out. Cards were revealed and no matches were made, much to everyone’s disappointment as Marcus reshuffled and dealt.

At this point, Arthur had reappeared at the stairs, running his fingers through his hair. It was difficult for him to adjust. Let the feelings run wild, let his heart pound, let his head spin. It was really too much for him to handle for the first time. It wasn’t nausea… it was feelings. Arthur shook his head, and only had one thing in mind. He wanted to find Eva. No, he had to find her. It was as if there was a force in the pit of his stomach, grabbing him and pulling her towards her like two opposite attracting magnets. In his head he could see again her beautiful face and tight outfit on her body. It just motivated him more. He turned his attention to the living room, seeing the back of the long-blonde haired girl’s head. God even from behind she was amazing. He pondered how he should approach her. Perhaps just try to sneak in beside her and strike up a conversation. He began to walk forward, a bit of bliss in his eyes. He had more of the appearance of a gentle giant at the moment than the towering, fear-inducing bear he usually was. As he approached, everyone complained about no more matches, and had their drinks. A tan hand reached out from the person sitting beside Eva and grabbed her, taking her chin with the other hand, and pulled her into a kiss.

Red. Blood red. That was all that Arthur could see as some people started laughing and clapping at Ricardo stealing a kiss from Eva. Arthur’s blood felt like it was boiling over under his skin and he stormed over. Arthur grabbed Ricardo by the neck of his shirt and yanked him out of the seat, and before Ricardo could make a cheeky comment, Arthur pulled back his right arm and slugged him in the face, knocking him to the floor in the process. Terrance and Jacob were still, not responding to the scene. That was, until Arthur lifted his leg and full on stomped Ricardo in the chest. ” Inte knullar du henne!” When Arthur didn’t stop, Terrance and Jacob both hopped to their feet with alarmed faces. Arthur was in full on killing mode. His face twisting into not only one of rage, but of enjoyment. He enjoyed stomping Ricardo into the ground a little too much. Terrance grabbed Arthur from behind, pulling him off. ”Woah! Arthur, stop it! That’s enough, chill!”

” Nej! Jag ska döda honom, just nu!” Jacob grabbed up Ricardo and pulled him to the front door, throwing him out into the grass. Alexander hurried out as well, and the two of them began a yelling match outside with Ricardo. Arthur broke away and stormed out as well, before being stopped by Alexander and Jacob on the patio. ”What is wrong, Sueco??? She’s a nobody, right?? Ricardo yelled out, before retreating to a car on the street. ”What your back, Sueco! You don’t cross the Munez Family!” And with that, the car tore off down the road. Arthur was still fuming and in full on rage mode, trying to break from his friends as if he could chase down the car. ”Goddamnit, Arthur! What has gotten into you! You need to chill it out. You can’t do that in front of everyone!” Arthur was huffing, and slowly he was beginning to calm down. But he was still enraged, turning back towards the house. He couldn’t contain his emotions, as he was letting them go free with Eva. Jacob approached Arthur, putting his hand on Arthur’s shoulder, whispering to Arthur. ”Arthur… what I said about letting your emotions go… I didn’t mean to take it this far.” Arthur shook his head and stormed into the kitchen, making a strong drink and finishing it off in one go.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1]Hey! Big Party! Where are all the bitches?
[2]Don't fucking touch her!
[3]No! I'm going to kill him now!
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk and Enraged
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Kitchen
✖✖ I am With... Alone
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I will kill him..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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The door flew open, and in front of Arthur and Terrance stood the infamous group of girls from earlier that week. He recognized them all instantly, Helene leading the way with Gigi and Alyssa around them. The three of them weren’t unfamiliar with Terrance’s crazy parties and were pretty common guests they saw frequently. There was a weird, foreboding feeling rising in Arthur. Why did seeing these three bring on a kind of anxiety? ”Welcome, ladies! Glad to see familiar faces… and one not so familiar! This is your first party with us, isn’t it, Eva?” Terrance spoke up, a huge grin on his face and greeting the group. Arthur’s heart stopped in his chest, and out from behind Helene, little Evan was pulled around and standing hip to hip with Helene. Everything around Arthur stopped. It was as if the Earth froze and everything melted away. The noise of the party was gone, and everyone else disappeared. All there was, was him and Eva. And dear God, did she look stunning.

She was more beautiful than Arthur could remember, and more so. He had never seen such a tight outfit flatter every curve on a girl’s body so perfectly as it did hers. He also got a good view of her natural figure, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to explode. And her face, she was wearing make up? She didn’t need it. Sure her lips looked more bright, and her eyes popped with a bit of mascara. Her face was looked so soft and sweet, he just wanted to cup both of her cheeks in his hands. In reality, Arthur just stood in the hallway, frozen like a stone statue and eyes locked on Eva, looking at every bit of her. It was a good thing that he had just finished his drink, because the red solo cup fell out of his hand, bounced on the floor a bit, and rolled away from the situation at hand. Arthur was so locked in his own world, his hand remained in the air, his hand looking as if it were still holding an empty cup. Then it finally hit him- summersaults, explosions, twisting, turning, the tightness in his chest, and the sporadic heart beats. All the thoughts he had, the dreams, it all hit him like a tsunami wave. And it hit him- just as Jacob began to walk inside from the bonfire for a new drink.

He was going to puke. Arthur turned on his heel and shot up the stairs, ran down the hall, and slammed the bathroom door shut. From across the room, Jacob and Terrance locked eyes, and as if transmitting data to one another, they both launch themselves towards the stairs. ”OH MY GOD! HE’S GONNA BE SICK! I HAVE TO GET A PICTURE! OH MY GOD!” Terrance was frantically trying to find the camera app on his phone, while also wrestling with Jacob to get up the stairs. ”
Du röv! Gör inte det för honom!” The two wrestled at the foot of the stairs for a second, and Jacob took the lead up the stairs, getting into the bathroom before Terrance and locking him out. Terrance banged on the door once. ”NOT FAIR! This is MY house!” Terrance huffed outside the door.

In the bathroom the sound of the party was greatly muffled, and Arthur was sitting on the floor, head placed on the wall. It felt like everything around him was spinning and it wouldn’t stop. He wasn’t going to puke, he was too much of a heavy weight drinker to throw up what he had so far. But why did he feel so sick all of a sudden? Too many thoughts were racing through his head before he realized Jacob was in the bathroom with him. ”Arthur. Something has been up with you all week. What is going on?’ Arthur opened his eyes and looked across to his friend, who joined him on the floor and leaning against the door. ”Jacob… I think I’ve been poisoned… I think I’m dying.” Jacob rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. ”Almost all week, I’ve felt like my insides have been betraying me. They are eating themselves, or shutting down. I don’t know. But I don’t know what is wrong with me.” Arthur was holding his head in his hands, almost shaking. Jacob shook his head and sighed loudly. ”Arthur, you may be made of stone, but you’re not thick in the head. You and I know exactly what is going on.” Arthur looked up at Jacob, his eyes showing confusing and Jacob sighed again.

”You’ve only been getting this way when Eva is around, Arthur. Face it. You have feelings for someone.” Arthur stopped shaking and sat still, looking directly at Jacob. He finally said what Arthur was fearing the most. Feelings for… Eva? He didn’t understand. He had never had feelings for anyone like this. All the girls that chased him around, he never felt attracted or interested in any of them. What made Eva so different? Why was his body betraying him like this? But with this revelation being stated, for some reason it felt like a great weight was lifted from his chest. ”What do I do, Jacob? I want these feelings… my stomach, my chest. I want it to stop.” Arthur looked down on the ground. Was liking someone always this painful? Why did people fall in love then? It was too painful to fully endure. Jacob just laughed.

”Arthur, this isn’t a feeling you can really control. You have to let it take control. And as you work with it more, it becomes better. Trust me.” Jacob placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder reassuringly. Let his emotions take control? Arthur had never done that in his life. At least not since he was a little boy. He wasn’t sure what to do. ”Take your time to think it out, Arthur. I need to check on the stoners. Make sure they aren’t freaking out. But remember Arthur, just let the feelings take control for a little bit. It will start to feel better.” Jacob smiled to Arthur before getting up and closing the door behind him. Arthur stayed on the floor for a minute, taking a few steady breaths. He didn’t like becoming a slave to his emotions like this. But he trusted that Jacob knew what he was talking about, being the only real one of his friends to have probably experienced it… Maybe Terrance liked Helene, and maybe Alexander was true in his feelings towards Gigi. Did they get these pains as well?

Arthur sighed and took in a deep breath, thinking back on Eva when she first walked in. Her tight shirt, the short skirt, the bright eyes, and beautiful hair. His heart began to beat faster, and he let it go wild. He felt warm all over, and it wasn’t hurting as much. In fact, it felt relatively blissful this time around. A small grin grew on the corners of his mouth. He understood.

While these happenings were occurring upstairs, when Terrance got locked out he returned to the entry way, shaking his head. "Sorry about that, ladies. Technical difficulties. But don’t let that give you a bad impression. We are going to have a ton of fun tonight." He smiled slyly, pulling Helene by the hand and dragging her into the kitchen, where Alexander continued bartending. ”Hey! You made it in time! I guess better late than never. Alyssa, Helene, your usual!” He pushed two red solo cups over to the girls. Grabbing another, Alexander mixed up cold orange juice and Malibu, pushing that towards Eva. ”Malibu and orange juice. I was told you like fruity drinks, and this is going to be sweet too. It will be hard to put this drink down. Come back if you need refills” Alexander turned towards Gigi, getting closer to her and wrapping his hand around her hip and playing with her green romper. ”And for min vackra blomma, a special concoction by yours truly.” He put a solo cup in her hand. ”It is both as sweet as my adoration for you, and as spicy as your attitude. It is really good, I hope you enjoy it, min vackra blomma.” Alexander smiled cheekily. Terrance rolled his eyes and looked towards Gigi. ”They are having smokes outside, if you want. Alex isn’t allowed back out there since his first time smoking.” Alexander shot a death glare towards Terrance, giving away the only place Gigi could run off and hide from him. ”Let’s move out into the living room, shall we? That is the central hub of the party.” With that, Terrance guided the girls into the living room. There was a large couch and several chairs all crossed around a coffee table. A guy sat at the center, shuffling a deck of cards and dealing out a single card to everyone. Everyone looked at their single card, and then all showed them. No cards matched and everyone laughed out loud, and took either a shot, or a good swig of whatever their drinks were.

”Marcus. We have some new players… If they are interested in playing that is, why don’t you introduce them to The Game of Pairs?” Terrance pulled up seats for all of the girls, but wasn’t expecting them to all join in. Especially Eva. Marcus looked at the girls, recognizing all of them except Eva. ”I assume you don’t know The Game of Pairs, do you?” He began, he didn’t really wait for Eva to answer as he shuffled the cards skillfully. He could be a magician or a casino dealer with all the tricks and flips he did, shuffling the deck very well. ”Rule 1. Don’t play unless you are perfectly fine with kissing a stranger tonight. Helene, I know you are no stranger to the game.” Marcus winked and Terrance just chuckled a little, snaking his arm around her hip. ”Number cards represent seconds. Either 2 to 10 seconds. That is how long your kiss has to last with someone who has a matching number as you.” When he flipped the top of the deck, all four of the top cards were each of the 2-cards from each suit. ”If your card doesn’t match someone else’s card, you take a drink. If you and someone both get a 2, then you kiss for 2 seconds, 3 for 3, 4 for 4, and so on. If the suits are matching colors, then the time is doubled. For instance, diamonds and hearts, or spades and clubs. If there are 3 of the same cards in play, like 3 twos, then only the matching colors have to kiss each other.”

Grabbing the next 3 cards from the deck, Marcus produced the Jack, Queen, and King of hearts. ”If two people have a matching face cards, like two people have a jack, or two queens, or two kings, then they become ‘star crossed’. They are a “pair”, and any time one of them gets a pair with another person, the other ‘star crossed’ person must drink twice. So for instance, if you and I both shared a King, Queen, or Jack. But then on the next turn, I and Stacy both get 5’s. Stacy and I would kiss, and you would have to drink twice in response.” Flipping two more cards off the deck, revealed the colored Joker and the Black-and-White Joker cards. ”The pair of jokers is the hardest to get, and… well, have you ever played 7 minutes in heaven? If two people get jokers, they are locked in a room together. Something can happen… something may not happen. Whatever happens in the room, stays in the room.” Marcus smiled cheekily, gathering up the cards again and shuffling them well. Terrance leaned forward, whispering to Eva. ”Don’t worry. Marcus is a master of slight of hands with the cards. You don’t think he got all those cards at the top by pure luck, did you? You can play if you want, but I told Marcus earlier to always give you a nonmatching card, just to ease you in.” Terrance had tole Marcus that… with an exception: if he was able to get Arthur in on the fun, then try to get them a pair. Terrance sat down and nodded to Marcus, who shuffled the cards well and began to deal them out to everyone again. ”This game moves pretty fast, so it is a good way to get everyone started drinking, and get buzzed quickly.” Marcus stopped at Gigi, Alyssa, Helene, and Eva, waiting for a que if any of them wanted to join in.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1]You ass. Don't do that to him!
[2]My beautiful flower
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Bathroom
✖✖ I am With... Alone
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Don't fight it."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Back in the sanctitude of his own home, retreating into his room. He threw off his uniform and just wore a pair of athletic shorts before walking across his neat. Room. Arthur always tried to keep an organized room, too much of a mess tended to stress him out. Just as leaving a mess at any of his hits would be a cause for major stress on the Myles family. Every mission had to be carried out with a gentle touch. Arthur walked to a corner of his room where a punching bag hung from the ceiling, and he began punching it rhythmically. Working out like this was a great stress reliever for Arthur, and it allowed him to concentrate on his thoughts. After leaving campus, his stomach and head began to feel better, and as he concentrated on each blow to the thick bag, it brought him more and more to ease.

But as he kept punching, he began to imagine Ricardo’s face, and began hitting it faster and with greater force. God, he really hated that tool. If Arthur could, he would get rid of their entire family. What a break out of pure war that would be, the Myles family versus the Munez family. It would be an unknown war that would go down in criminal infamy. Though he also wouldn’t be surprised if the other families started to get involved too, especially the Patrones. Thinking of Ricardo made the earlier encounter between the two of them pop into his head, and instantly he thought of Eva again and he stopped punching, breathing heavily and quickly to catch his breath. His intestines were beginning to knot together as she entered his brain again, and he banged his forehead onto his punching bag. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was his body alarming him like this? He wanted to put a bullet through his head to stop the feeling. But of course, this was way to drastic of a measure.

Arthur turned to his bed and flopped down on the sheets, watching the ceiling fan spinning above his head. What was everyone seeing and understanding that he didn’t? Why was the first week of classes so much more stressful than the entirety of his life. Why was Eva causing such an outburst of emotions that he hadn’t had since he was a kid, and began training emotional repression? He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, but all he could see in the darkness was Eva’s bright eyes and beautiful smile. His eyes shot opened and he grunted, hopping back to his feet, and continuing to punch at his punching bag to clear his thoughts.

The rest of the week had past, and Arthur spent everyday doing the same thing. Staying home, having a few meals and snacks, and punching his punching bag. Every night he had a dream of Eva. Ranging from seeing her walking around school campus, to walking around the local mall, to, more explicit dreams. Those dreams though, they really seemed to get to Arthur the most, as he would just stay in bed, groaning from stomach pains. Up until Wednesday, his head was still spinning, and his stomach was doing backflips. Thursday though, the feelings significantly lessened, and by Friday morning he was no longer having his dreams, nor were thoughts of Eva penetrating his head. He began to focus more on planning future missions and referring to journals his father kept over the years of his own missions for references. Each day, Jacob would come by and drop off any important documents for Jacob. On Friday, after class, Jacob visited again as normal, finding Arthur sitting at his desk and reading from his father’s journal, spinning a pen between his fingers.

”Arthur, you can’t just skip senior year. They aren’t afraid to fail you.” Jacob said, placing a few papers beside Arthur. There weren’t any major assignments, but there were a few worksheets that he had to start filling out. ”The first week is nothing, we all know that. I’ve just needed some space.”

Jacob raised his eyebrow in response to this, ”Space from what, Arthur?” Arthur just shrugged and continued on with his work. He hadn’t thought about Eva all day, as any thoughts of her were suppressed deep into the back of his head. He no longer felt sick and he no longer felt like he was going to throw up. It was a good thing he took a mental break like this. ”Just from everything… Need to focus on missions.” Jacob sighed and just shook his head.

”Well, don’t forget to meet up at Terrance’s in a few hours.” Arthur just nodded and waved off his friends. It was pretty obvious that any anxiety he had for the party was also gone. The hours progressed, and when Arthur was satisfied with his work, he put away his father’s journals and grabbed a deep blue hoodie to wear. ”Going to Terrance’s tonight. Don’t wait up for me.” Arthur called out to his mom, jumped in his Volvo, and within a few minutes was standing in Terrance’s kitchen.

Arthur observed as Terrance was running around, setting up food, drinks, and even started some music. ”Alcohol, check.” Alexander physically checked off his notebook that he had made earlier that week. ”Party set up.” He watched as Terrance set his playlist of party music to cycle through the entire night. ”Check. Alternative medicine?” Alexander’s eyes swiveled towards Jacob, who sat at the dinning room table, having just finished grinding up weed and rolling them into thick joints and blunts. ”Check, and finally. Our body guard, Check! Seems we are all ready for the night. One shot for a fun night, one shot for a sickless morning, and one for getting laid!” Alexander stood up and began to poor out three shots for each of his friends, in representation for the three listed attributes. Resulting in 12 total shot of vodka. Arthur shook his head at his friend’s lousy “toasts”, but it was traditional for them, so Arthur went along with it. Usually only the first two toasts ever came true for him. Not that he ever cared that the third one was unfulfilled. Honestly, he just enjoyed getting drunk with his friends. One by one the 4 swedes threw back their traditional shots.

Just a few hours from then, and the sun had set, the moon had risen, and the house was alive with almost the entire school population. Drinks were flowing, joints were being passed, and make out/hook up sessions ensued. Arthur patrolled the scene, bouncing from room to room to make sure everyone was behaving themselves. Jacob and anyone looking for a smoke were huddled around a small bonfire in the backyard. Alexander was bartending in the kitchen, making any and all requested drinks, and serving any beers to those who needed it. And Terrance was staying close to the entry way, being sure to greet everyone who came, and get them excited, and direct them towards the kitchen to get started on drinks. Arthur made his patrol to the front door, his 3rd drink for the night in his hand. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Arthur was pretty drunk. There was a slight pink blush that painted his face, and even his angry demeanor was replaced with a calm look. He seemed significantly more relaxed. Arthur raised an eyebrow at a bowl that seemed to be chilling on a counter near the entrance. Upon closer inspection, Arthur found that it was half full with condoms, and he just shook his head. ”I see you hit the gold mine, Arthur! Go ahead and take one. Never know if you may need it tonight.” Before Arthur could protest, Terrance grabbed one and slipped it into Arthur’s pocket. Terrance pulled out his phone again, checking to see that some time had passed since his last messaged from Helene, telling him that they were on the way to the party.

A wide, plotting grin was spreading across Terrance’s face, and Arthur watched his friend carefully, sipping on his drink. ”Terrance… what are you plotting? Arthur pulled the drink to his mouth again, taking a long sip.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:.
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party
✖✖ I am With... Terrance and a bunch of classmates
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I need another drink soon."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

Oh wow, that is actually pretty cool. I mainly say this because my father used to drive semi-trucks for a living, and my older half-brother does it as well. I actually have a love for semi trucks, like how my little kid neighbor I used to babysit had an obsession for monster trucks. Some of my favorite pictures of me as a little kid were sitting in my dad's semi truck. Before I could ever start driving, my father made me "learn how to drive around semi trucks". It is scary some of the shit my father has had to do to avoid accidents from stupid drivers. And I commute 2 hours home ever few weekends, and I witness some of this shit. It is so frustrating. Ugh! I hate bad drivers.

I've actually had in mind a trucker/run away RP story for a while. But I haven't fully hashed out the details I have in mind for it yet.

I would say, it must be cool to travel a lot, but sucky you don't get to go home often. My dad ultimately quit and found a more local job due to having too man little ones at home. According to my mom I started asking 'Where is dad?' way too much for both their liking. Though I've always wanted to experience that work, since my father used to retell me stories of his days OTR.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ➳ ♥

"Beauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal."

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Sitting down in the café, Victoria was growing slightly worried for her knew acquaintance. He acted as if he didn’t know how to function as a human being. He didn’t know how to order food? What to order? Didn’t know about penmanship, quilting. And what the hell was peanut butter? She imagined churning peanuts like a handmaid would churn milk into butter. It didn’t quite sit well with her, and it had her slightly on edge. But it wasn’t a huge shock, this man had been acting strange since the very beginning. She concluded he had to have some brain damage if he was acting and talking the way that he had. So bad that he couldn’t acknowledge what was wrong with him. Yet at the same time, he talked to sane and naturally to her, it was all just so confusing. This all didn’t explain the tiny blue bulb that Xavier carried around with him.

She symptomized with his story about his childhood. It sounded like a rough upbringing from the start, and the odds simply weren’t in his favor it seemed. It was unfortunate that orphans these days had such awful cards played to them so early in life. Victoria wondered if the future would somehow be different. She wondered if there would be a future where ‘orphans’ became an archaic word.

In hopes of trying to rattle his memories some, she started to speak. ’Well, penmanship is simply the skill of having neat and legible handwriting. It is one thing to know how to read and spell, but if others can’t read your handwriting it is pointless. Quilting is sewing together patches of cotton, wool, and other soft fabrics to make a large blanket. The style right now is making a quilt of family members, or ones that tell stories through little pictures on them. The easiest ones to do, though, are the mosaic quilts. A horse is… a four-legged beast. I mean. You saw what it looked like. They are mostly tamed, but they say you can find tons of wild ones far out west, along with savages.” Victoria had also ordered a coffee, but just got it black. She much preferred the bitter taste of coffee.

Caramel macchiato? It sounded like it would be a fancy Italian drink. Caramel in a drink though? It sounded kind of gross. And clothes for the price of coffee? What kind of coffee cost $2??? It better have been made with the finest beans the world could produce, and made with the purest water the Earth and heavens above could produce. ”Look, Xavier. If we are going to accept you into our home, feed you, and clothe you, I want you to be completely honest with me… You can’t be serious about all these ramblings of yours. I refuse to believe it.” She shook her head, rather exasperated and on the verge of being annoyed. ”And how could someone not like grits? They are delicious!” She almost was yelling at this point, a few of the workers started looking their way. Victoria blushed and covered her mouth, calming down. ”I didn’t really give you enough for anything fancy here. Just order some bread and butter and it should hold us off for a while… Maybe some fresh fruit as well…”

Victoria sat back in her seat, her arms crossed in front of her breasts. She was making a rather stern face. Victoria was a woman of reason and logic, and so much of his ramblings weren’t making any sense to her, and it was causing her to be frustrated. What was he trying to hide so much from her?

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Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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It took a little while for Arthur and his group of friends to start calming down after the encounter. Any time Munez or one of his gang ended up in the same room as the rest of them, things always grew tense. It was a natural power struggle between them, and one that the Munez family had been losing for a while now, probably long enough in their eyes. Of the four, Jacob was probably the most worried about the Munez family. They were the main competition for control over their city, and the Swedes knew that just about nothing was off limits, which is why Ricardo insinuate towards Eva. But Arthur still couldn’t quite pinpoint why Ricardo would point them out. Arthur barely knew that she existed prior to this morning and classes today. Arthur just kept shaking his head and sighing, rubbing his temple. Today just didn’t seem like it was his day. ”Well, while we start cooling down, lets talk about plans for Friday.” Terrance spoke up, resettling back in his position by the fountain. Jacob and Alexander sat, relatively at attention. Alexander jokingly pulled out his notebook and a pen, rapidly clicking it. ”Okay, I’m ready to take notes. Fire away!” Arthur scoffed, shaking his head.

”First, list of things to do: Alexander- get the alcohol. We all know your older brother will hook us up well.” Alexander grinned widely and nodded, quickly jotting it down. ”We need handles of vodka, jack, tequila. Some mixers. Your lilla älskling said she likes fruity drinks. So I’m thinking we get her some malibu and orange juice. Perfect for someone who has never really had alcohol before. It is so sweet you don’t taste it, and don’t realize how much you have.” Alexander was writing hastily on his notebook, and Arthur shot a small glare towards Alexander. ”Don’t call her that... and you shouldn’t be trying to get her so drunk. She is a small girl, she could get sick.” Jacob, Terrance, and Alexander all stopped in silence and staired at Arthur. ”That is a pretty defensive thing to say, Arthur.” Before He could protest, Terrance chimed in. ”Yeah, and we aren’t the ones trying to get her drunk. That is your job. I know for certain she has never come to our parties. Which means she has never really lived. Arthur, min vän, it is up to you to help her learn what it is like to have fun.. Maybe you could learn a thing or two as well.” Terrance snickered and Arthur scoffed looking over towards Eva.

They didn’t need to be drunk to have fun… Or at least, Eva didn’t. Arthur had been known to let down his guard some when he was intoxicated. It was natural. The calming buzz of alcohol almost brought him into a calm zen. But he wasn’t about to force someone to drink to “have fun”. He had seen too many girls try to impress him, by matching him in drinks. And every single one of them ended up hunched over a toilet, with their hair pulled back in a ponytail. Alcohol was dangerous for a lightweight, and Arthur was sure that Eva was no exception to this. Maybe it would be fun to see her a little tipsy, but he wouldn’t push her past her limit. He could see Eva having a deep red, drunken blush across her face, red solo cup in hand, and smiling brightly at Arthur. It would be fun to see how she acted when intoxicated, much as his own personality changed under the influence. His mind wondered back to the shape of her body. It was hard to perfectly tell where all the curves were on her, as the school uniforms were meant to not be super revealing for girls. So his imagination just drove wild for a second. Starting at her nimble fingers, through her bare hands, up her arms to her shoulder blades, around to the nape of her neck and slowly down her back, and around to her front-

”WHAT?” the yell echoed through Arthur’s ears and quickly brought himself back to reality before he thought any further on it. Arthur could feel his heart jumping sporadically in his chest, and felt it grow tight with anxiety. ”Then let’s review. Alexander handles the drinks, I’ll handle setting up my house and making it party proof. Jacob will be the hookup for anyone who wants a smoke.” Jacob scratched his cheek, nodding. ”I’m only bringing hash… We don’t need a huge group of kids doing anything harder than that… and anyone who I have seen show signs of paranoia are not allowed to smoke at all. That includes you, Alex.” Alex grinned sheepishly and shrugged. ”And Arthur will be our bouncer of unruly guests.” Arthur stood up quickly, not really acknowledging much of what his friends said and just nodded.

”I think I am going to go home early, I have been feeling sick all day.” Terrance and Jacob both looked alarmed at Arthur, and Arthur just began walking out towards the parking lot.

”What the hell?? Arthur! It is the middle of the day, you can’t just- Dude you’re our ride! Oh, vad fan!” Arthur didn’t heed his friends as he made his way towards the front gates of campus, and straight to the student parking lot. Getting in his car, Arthur sat there for a while, and rested his head on the steering wheel. Today was barely halfway over, and Arthur felt like he has gone through a rollercoaster of emotions. It wasn’t something he was used to, and as hard as he was trying to repress everything, something just kept eating him alive from the inside out. He couldn’t handle it anymore, and decided to drive home, shooting a text to his friends. I will get you after classes. With that, Arthur drove away.

The three leftover Swedes sighed upon receiving the text message. ”I’ve never seen Arthur act like this before… do you know if he has a stressful or high status mission soon? It just seemed like he had a lot on his mind today.” Jacob shook his head in response, looking over at the group of girls across the way, specifically Eva. ”He has a lot on his mind… but it isn’t a mission.” Jacob knew exactly how Arthur was feeling, because it was the exact same way he had been feeling all day. His eyes slowly wandering to Alyssa, it was excruciatingly painful, and even more painful when she refused to look at him. But it was better that way, Jacob supposed. Rather than dragging her into his mess of a life.

Terrance pulled out his phone and shot a message to Helene. Don’t know what’s up with Art. Acting weird. Party is still on- lots to plan involving our two love birds. Tell me your plans, skön. That is beautiful, in case you didn’t know. 😉 Terrance put his phone down and looked up in the sky. God was he excited for Friday.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations: [1]Little Darling
[2]My friend
[3]What the fuck
[4]Beautiful
✖✖ I Feel... Sick.
✖✖ I am At... Home
✖✖ I am With... Me, Myself, and I
✖✖ I am Thinking..."...What is wrong with me?"
✖✖ I am Wearing...The school uniform; Black dress pants, white button down shirt, blue suit jacket, black tie, and black shoes.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

Just a heads up, I'm lurking a but at work. I'm off at 10:30, but then I'm driving 2 hours back home, so I may not get a response up til midnight-ish

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Finishing off Alexander’s lunch, Arthur sighed gratefully and handed over the empty container to Alexander. Alexander snatched it back, rather grumpily and continued eating the plain sandwich that was traded to him unwillingly. ”You’re lucky I’m a lover and not a fighter, Arthur. My mom’s cooking is no joke.” Alexander huffed before going back to staring at Gigi from across the courtyard, not paying much attention to the other girls bickering. He just daydreamed about seeing Gigi dressed up. ”Don’t you think she would look stunning in a short skirt, and a tight top?” Alexander sighed, resting his face in his hands and just starring, mystified by the beauty. Terrance and Jacob both rolled their eyes, but Arthur followed his gaze. But rather than looking at Gigi his eyes rested on Eva. His stomach was no longer turning, as it seemed food allowed it to settle, but a tight feeling came across his chest. A short skirt? A tight top? It wasn’t normal for Arthur to really think of girls or women in that way.

But for some reason it was so easy for him to picture Eva in that way. Wearing a cute, short blue skirt, and a tight-fitting top. He hadn’t realized it before, but she was quite pretty. If that was the most appropriate term, Arthur wondered. In fact, she practically radiated around her friends. Her golden long locks, sweet smile, and bright blue eyes, Arthur found him self getting lost in imagination. It was almost as if everything else around him melted away and there was only him and Eva, across the courtyard. Hi, Arthur. How have your classes been? He could hear the sweetness of her voice playing through his head, and the corner of his lips became slightly up turned. ”Incoming transmission, Earth to Arthur. You are staring too long into the sun.” Smacked back to reality, Arthur saw Eva back in her normal uniform, and now looking like her friends were surrounding her, giving her some proposition that it seemed she couldn’t refuse. Damn, he had been caught staring again and he quickly sat up, crossing his arms. But when trying to divert his eyes away, they just remained locked on Eva.

”I’m not staring. I’m thinking” Arthur responded, but Terrance just laughed, once again, Jacob kept a close, keen eye on Arthur. ”And we now observe the stalking prowess of the great beast on his poor, unexpecting pray.” Arthur growled and pushed Terrance, almost knocking him back into the fountain. ”Knock it off, or I swear I’ll knock you out.” But his threats didn’t phase the friends, as they simply laughed at him in response.

”Did your parents not teach you to play nice with your friends, sueco?” A familiar voice called out, and all four of the Swedes came to attention, quickly turning around to the group of Spanish students standing near them. Terrance, Alexander, and Jacob each became as stone faced as Arthur, it was a major personality shift for them, from their normal laughing and playful nature. The four stood still as the Spanish boy, Ricardo Munez, standing up front stepped towards Arthur, an obnoxious and smug grin on his face. ”Suecoooo… It has been too long since I’ve seen you. Let’s catch up, why don’t we?” He put his arm around Arthur. Arthur’s friends were about to jump on the Spanish boy until his friends began reaching in their pockets. It was rather still stalemate. None of them wanted to cause a scene on campus, too many people within ear shot, and too many witnesses. Instead, the Spaniard walked off with Arthur, the two unusual groups of friends locked in a glaring match.

A little ways away, Ricardo spoke up. ”Ah, my man. There has been a tragedy in my family recently… I don’t know if you heard the news?’ He began, not looking directly at Arthur but just at his surroundings. ”An old family friend of ours… Well, he has unfortunately passed, ya’know? He wasn’t that old either, so we found it odd… But that was when we found out he was gone because a bullet got put through his skull.” Ricardo now made eye contact with Arthur. His bright playful eyes were now cold and serious, reflective of Arthur’s. Arthur kept his composure, knowing exactly what he was talking about. The hit over the summer Arthur had, for the money-laundering businessman, was money-laundering for the Munez family.

”That is a really sad story, Ricardo.” Was all Arthur responded. Ricardo obviously didn’t like this answer, but instead broke into a odd laughter. ”It really is, isn’t it? Especially for my family, it is really hard on us right now… You know, I would only hope that the same… unfortunate demise doesn’t fall on anyone close to you… It really breaks a man, ya’know?” Ricardo leaned in close on that last statement, before his bright green eyes darted to Arthur’s right. Arthur followed Ricardo’s eyes and saw that he was looking towards Eva. Now Arthur looked back at Ricardo, and there was a very quick, very slight look of panic in Arthur’s eyes before they went stern again. Why did Arthur feel a jolt of panic? He didn’t know Eva that well, it wasn’t like Ricardo was threatening someone he cared about, like his mother or little sister. So then why did it feel like his heart just plunged into the depths of the Earth? Ricardo’s grin was growing wider seeing Arthur’s response. Arthur crossed his arms, standing up straighter and looking away. ”Your little threat doesn’t phase me, Ricardo. You can take it and shove it right up your röv.” Arthur huffed.

Ricardo laughed jovially again, patting Arthur’s back as if they were close buddies. ”Oooh, Sueco… if that is how you truly feel, very well. I look forward to getting to know your little novia better.” With that, Ricardo called for his friends to rejoin them, and they moved far across campus. While walking away, Ricardo turned his attention back to Eva and gave her a large, warm smile, and a polite wave. Arthur’s face twisted with disgust and anger. As they left Arthur’s friends were slowly calming down before quickly approaching Arthur. ”What was that about, Arthur? What did Ric-do-do want?” Jacob was huffing, glaring at the back of their heads, as if it could cause them to drop dead. But Arthur didn’t respond. He was staring at Eva again, and that sinking feeling appeared in his gut again. Why was he getting this feeling of worry? He wasn’t worried about Eva’s safety. She was just a classmate, no one special… His worried face dissolved back to its serious demeanor and he answered his friends. ”He just wanted to start a fight. Wasn’t going to give him what he wanted…” Arthur’s arms stayed crossed tightly against his chest. ”But keep your guard up… He is wanting to stir up some trouble…”

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations: [1]Swede
[2]Ass
[3]Girlfriend
✖✖ I Feel... Enraged.
✖✖ I am At... School -> Fountain/Courtyard
✖✖ I am With... Jacob, Terrance, and Alexander
✖✖ I am Thinking..."What a prick."
✖✖ I am Wearing...The school uniform; Black dress pants, white button down shirt, blue suit jacket, black tie, and black shoes.