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Arthur's p.o.v
An Eric Bellinger song blasts softly through the radio as I drive around the neighborhood with Jake rambling in the passenger seat. He makes sure I see every single thing that catches his eyes by hitting me on my arms tenderly just for his face to turn scarlett red whenever I pretend to be hurt after a hit.
I glance at him just to be met with the most tremendous smile and I can't help but laugh at his cheerfulness. We stopped by for some frozen drinks a while ago and I think the sugar got to him. He drank both his and what was left of mine, got a brain freeze in the process and since then he's been rambling and shaking his head to the music. I'm not complaining at all though, looking at his playfulness is somehow lightening my mood.
I took him for a drive with the need of having someone to pour my heart out to, someone who will understand my situation and agree with me but we've only goofed around so far and I like it this way to be honest. I personally don't find it suitable enough to discuss personal situations with Jake, considering the fact that we don't know each other well enough. I don't easily open up, there has to be trust there somewhere for me to come out of my shell.
"Arthur, look, that's a very green house. It's so cute and small" Jake coos staring at the building as we drive further away from it.
"Yeah, yeah it's nice" I say with my gaze on the road and I feel him hit me again.
"But you didn't look, Arthur" he tells me with those big eyes making me shake my head. I glance at the building interestingly as if this is my first time seeing it and he hums in satisfaction.
There he goes again dragging my name in that foreign accent that he has, the accent only I hear. He pronounces it in a very fascinating, you could say, way and he's not even aware of it. He makes my name sound more pleasurable than it should and I'm starting to like the name I wasn't really fond of.
"You speak any other languages besides English?" I ask out of curiosity and he nods rapidly.
"Word?"
"Yup, I can speak korean, Thai and French" he tells me counting them on his fingers. "Four languages in total" he says holding his four fingers up proudly and my eyebrows go up in surprise. I knew there was an accent there somewhere.
" Say something in all three of them for me then."
"All three? Uhmm...okay....let's see" he mutters tapping his index finger under his chin and my eyes go back on the road.
" Tu es mon meilleur ami, that's French.....uhmmm neoneun nae gajang chinhan chingu ya, t-that's Korean and uhmmm khuṇ khụ̄x pheụ̄̀xn thī̀ dī thī̀s̄ud k̄hxng c̄hạn, t-t-that's uhm Thai" he finishes shyly with his head down fiddling with his fingers. I bow my head a little to easily make eye-contact with him since the light is on red and we have to wait for a little bit.
"Hey, what you all shy and sad for all of a sudden" I ask lifting his head up and he closes his eyes.
"You ain't gotta be shy around me aight? I don't bite" I assure him making him open up looking at me with a sad face.
"You still gotta tell me what you just said though, I feel stupid right now. Especially when you said that khun khun shit" I go on to lighten the mood and he giggles taking a deep breath after.
"You're my best friend" he murmurs in an almost inaudible tone but I heard it anyway.
"I didn't catch what you just said" I tell him so he can repeat his words once more.
"I said you're my b-best friend, please don't be m-mad o-or hit me. I'm s-sorry" he says in his pleading tone that makes me somewhat chuckle.
"First of all, why would I do that, huh?" I ask as Jake bites his plump lips thinking of a way to reply.
"W-well, miss Alyssa s-said that I uhmm s-should be careful a-around you?"
"Listen, I'mma set something straight. You gotta stop thinking that I'mma get mad over the smallest things and hit you, Jake.You make me feel like I'm abusive, bruh. And I'mma make a rule that you need to follow aight?" I tell him in all seriousness and he nods.
"O-okay."
"You always gotta smile around me, I don't want to see none of that sad shit" I go on tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.
"That's a rule you always gotta follow and not by faking it either. We clear now?" I question staring at his features attentively, it's crazy how fast his body reddens.
"Y-yes, Arthur" he says looking away making an undefined emotion run through me at the mention of my name. "And I don't mind what you said about best friend either so you good" I add turning up the music seeing Jake ,in my peripheral vision, with the smile he had on after our frozen drinks. I speed off to the mall without really giving my feelings a thought.
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I pull up into the parking lot in front of the mall moments later. I could see Jake sinking into his sweater just by looking at the small crowd standing outside and I can't help but wonder if he'll make it when we walk in.
"You good?"
"What is this place" he asks in disbelief gaping at me.
"You can buy clothes, food and other stuff here. You ain't ever been to the mall before?" is the question I couldn't help but ask and he shakes his head in embarrassment.
"N-no, I order my clothes online and my mother brings them when she returns for a weekend" he says softly and I hum. It's no surprise to me at all, in the beginning when I only observed him he looked pretty spoiled to me and the boy is driving a range rover. It's obvious that his parents are rich.
"Come on, let's go eat something and walk around a little."
"We'll g-go inside!?" he exclaims and I unlock the doors while giving him a calming look.
"Yeah, come on, with your lil overreacting ass. I'mma hold you or something" I tell him stepping out of the car and he does the same. I wasn't even done stretching myself before I felt a tight grasp on my shirt and I look down just to see a terrified Jake holding on to me. When did he get here. I shake my head snaking my hand to his shoulder and we walk in after.
To say Jacob was completely frightened of the amount of people in here was an understatement. He still managed to walk into people all though we were so close to each other and he yelped or squeaked everytime. The funniest thing about this is that he apologized at least a hundred times to every single person.
We're currently in a store that I pulled him into when he couldn't handle the crowd any longer. I look around at the different types of sneakers wondering which one might suit me the most. I have too many pairs of sneakers but two or three more won't hurt anyone. I went back home to get some of my cash before picking Jake up so I'm ready to buy anything.
I look around a little more before realising that Jake isn't behind me and I can't help but panic a little, his mother will kill me if I lose him here. I search around the whole store, even asking the people that work here but still no sign of him.
"Jake!" I yell making my way to the back where I hear a faint 'yes'. The nervousness is clear on his face as I make fast paces towards him.
"What are you doing all the way here, I thought I lost you for a second. Your mom would've slit my throat if I didn't bring your ass back home. You trynna kill me?" I ask walking closer to him and he moves back a little with a baby blue shirt in his hands.
"N-no, I was just looking at the c-clothes?" he says not even sure himself and I sigh.
"You should've let me know, but it's aight. You like that one?" I ask pointing at the shirt he's holding and he shakes his head.
"Oh n-no, It's too expensive and I don't have any mo-"
"What was my question, Jake"
"Uhmm y-you asked if I like it?"
"And?"
"Oh, uhmm I d-do actually"
"Then we taking it" I shrug turning around and I hear the clicking of his shoes getting closer to me.
"B-b-but, Arthur?"
"Yeah you need to fit that. Let me take you to the fitting room" I take the shirt from his hands making my way to the fitting rooms. I add a couple of other shirts on top of his without giving in to his protests behind me.
"Arthur, don't y-you think this is too much? And did you even l-look at the prize?" he questions with wide eyes checking the tags.
"It's aight, go fit them. I'mma wait here" I say sitting on one of the nearby chairs and he enters one of the room with a pout. I tap my fingers on the chair making a beat while I wait for Jake to finish.
"Hey.." I hear a girl that just walked out one of the fitting rooms say.
"Wassup shawty" I answer as she makes her way towards me with a skin tight dress.
"Could you help me zip this up? I think it's stuck" she says turning around exposing her back with a deep arch and an ass that's sticking out.
"Yeah, everything for a girl like you" I tell her smoothly making sure I trail my hands on her back before zipping her dress up while she giggles uncontrollably.
"Boy, if you don't stop. I got a whole boyfriend waiting for me at home" she says turning back around when I'm done.
"But there ain't nothing wrong with getting to know a hot piece like you though" she goes on playing with my chest and biting my ears.
"Can I get your number?" she questions and my hand unconsciously goes into my empty pocket.
"Shit, I don't have one at the moment" I tell her rubbing the palm of my nose out of frustration and she laughs coming closer. I snake my hand behind her and squeeze her behind.
"It's okay, I could write it on your body with my mo-"
"Arth-, oh my God,oh m-my God. I'm so s-sorry" I hear Jake say behind the girl and I let go of the girl's behind. He runs back inside the small room in a swift and closes the curtians.
"I didn't know you were here with someone. I guess I'll... go" she says clearing her throat and I nod in agreement. "See you, hottie" she waves at me and I saunter towards the room Jake just ran into.
"Can I come in?" I ask and I hear a faint yes behind the curtains.
"Uhm I was going to s-show you this when I accidentally i-interrupted you, uhm do you l-like it?" Jake asks all flustered in the small baby blue shirt he was checking out a while ago.
I observe him carefully while he crumbles under my gaze with his hands behind his back. The shirt has a picture of a brown bunny in the front and it surprisingly ends right where his jeans starts. His jeans seem extremely tight and he has a small ass waist too. He doesn't have any muscles whatsoever but that suits the type of body that he has.
"Oh n-no, you h-hate it, don't y-you. It's t-too small for my s-scrawny body, I k-knew it. I'm too u-ugly" he rambles bringing his tiny hands to his face to cover his eyes and I catch a quick glimpse of a couple of things that look like scars on his wrist. I immediately pull his hand with a force making him yelp.
"The fuck is this" I ask in confusion because I know these types of scars all too well but he rapidly pulls his hand away.
"Naah, let me see that shit" I hiss taking his hand back in mine and trail my fingers on the scars, they look painful. I give Jake a tense look making him tremble on his feet.
"Your ass been cutting? Does your mom know about this?" I desperately ask looking at how he's constantly biting his bottom lip.
"I-, I c-can't, I d-don't w-want to tell y-you. L-let me go" he whimpers trying to pull his hand out of my firm grasp. He starts trashes around by hitting me on my chest over and over again getting me heated in this small ass room.
"N-no, l-let me g-go" he yells scratching his already bruised wrist but I corner him to the wall in a swift holding his hand above his head tightly. I don't know why he's acting so defensive over the smallest thing. I move closer into his face making our chests touch and he wiggles under me.
"Jacob" I spit with my hand wrapped around his throat and his eyes meet mine immediately. "Quit this shit" I tell him and it doesn't take too long before he submits to my command. I glare at him waiting for his heavy breathing to even out.
"Out! G-get out, g-get out, NOW" he yells helplessly making me grit my teeth before I do something I might regret letting go of his neck. I push the curtians aside and stroll out angrily.
"Sir, is everything alright in there?" some woman asks causing me to snap.
"Go mind your fucking business" I yell kicking the chair I was sitting on. Nobody talks to me like how he just did and I feel like destroying something.
"I work here, sir" she replies and I give her a deadly look making her hands go up. She quickly spins around and strolls away. Jake walks out moments later with his head still down, his wrist now covered by the sleeves of his sweater.
"Uhm c-can you take me home p-please?" is the first thing he says as he walks to the opposite direction.
"The clothes don't fit?" I ask clearly annoyed.
"Y-yes?"
"Then where you going, the register is that way" I spit still irritated about the fact that he's been doing stuff like that to himself. I walk towards the register while he follows me with the clothes in his hands. I pay for his shirts and the two pairs of sneakers I took for myself and we walk out with the bags in our hands.
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Right now we're in the car driving back to Jake's house without anything playing in the background. I would bring him to McDonalds for some food but he begged me to take him home after I bought myself a brand new phone and that's what I'm doing.
There's no doubt about it that the mood is gloomy and tense. Jacob has been shifting uncomfortably in his seat since we stepped in the car and he tried to talk multiple times but he didn't seem to have the right words. I, on the other hand, leaned against my seat driving slowly to give him more time to think.
"I'm s-sorry" I hear him say beside me with a crack in his voice.
"I'm so s-stupid. I must have ruined our f-friendship because of something so s-small and now you h-hate me because I act like a b-baby" he overexxagerates beside me but I don't answer. I take a quick glance at him when he starts crying loudly with his hair covering his face.
"You crying forreal?" I ask in disbelief.
"C-can you uhm p-pull over, p-please?" he drags crying harder than before and my eyebrows go up. I tap on the steering wheel taking a turn so I can pull over on a street that's less busy. When I finally do so he gets out immediately and I follow after him. If he thinks I'll let him walk home, he's got another thing coming.
He catches me by surprise when he walks towards me instead of walking away and my eyebrows go up in shock when he gives me a bone crushing hug around my waist.
"I'm r-really s-sorry, Arthur. I didn't mean to s-scream at you, I was just being s-stupid and scared" he drags every word crying with his head still pressed on my chest and I had to keep myself from laughing. I haven't seen anyone crying this hard but still manage to look so innocent before.
"Your life's built out of assumptions, huh because I can't recall telling you that I ain't gone talk to you again bruh" I tell him patting his head to somewhat calm him but he goes an octave higher.
"I'm s-sorry. I'm s-so stupid, A-Arthur" he hiccups my name out.
"It's aight, you ain't gotta apologize and you're not stupid either. It was clearly a sensitive object you didn't feel like talking about at that moment and I shouldn't have reacted that way. I don't like being yelled at though, just so you know" I state in all seriousness waiting for him to respond but he lets out a small giggle as if he wasn't just bawling like somebody hurt him. "What's so funny" I ask looking down at him and he shakes his head.
"your heartbeat sounds funny" he says softly pulling away as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. I grip his hand ,the one full of scars, looking at him and he nods in agreement.
I pull the sleeve of his sweater up to observe the scars on his wrist. Some deeper than the other, some seem old and some seem like they were recently done.
"Why do you do it" I ask taking his small hand in mine for a closer look.
"Don't want to talk about it" he whispers and I nod in understatement."Fair enough" I reply still looking at them.
"You ain't ugly though" I say softly refering to what he said back at the store making his head perk up.
"You said you were ugly back at the store but you ain't and I think your body suits you" I tell him with a shrug looking into his wide eyes.
"The shirt looked good on you too if you were wondering" I tell him letting his hand go. If his body wasn't red before, it is now. "I seriously thought you were a girl on the first day of school, no cap."
"T-thank y-you" Jake replies hiding his face behind his hands and I pull him by his sweater towards me.
"You're homeboy is gassing you up, what you all shy for" I tease him making him giggle and he rapidly shakes his head.
"Then appreciate these compliments, because I don't do this shit very often"
"Arthur, stop. No cursing" he laughs loudly making a smile form on my lips. "What even is no cap" he asks in confusion.
"Come on, let me take you home. I'mma tell you in the car" I say opening the passenger door since I was leaning on it and he gets in all flustered. "Oh yeah, give me your number again because I got a new phone" I remind him when I make my way into the car and he does so.
"Aight....check your contact name, I mean what I said though. Your homeboy got you" I wiggle my eyebrows showing him his name on my phone and he gasps when he sees it.
"Oh my God" he exclaims. "Yup" I say popping the 'p' pulling off towards his house.
I'mma go deal with my pops later....
*****
A/N
Whew, come through Arthur. He's such a f*cking daddy and I want him for myself, bruh. Every time I write about them spending time with each other, I get jealous😩.
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