forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I don't think you understand what I meant….." said Arthur, more or less confused by now.

"I don't get what you're talking about either." Mikhail muttered, even more confused now.

Arthur hid his face again, not sure what to do…

Mikhail looked away, wondering when his dad was going to come home. Just then, George opened the door and walked in with a big smile on his face. "Hey!"

Arthur started at that, instantly wanting to vanish.
Since when were you a scaredy cat?
Leave me alone!

Mikhail looked up when he heard a familiar voice and smiled at his dad. "Hey," he mumbled. George looked at Arthur and smiled at him. "Ah, that must be the new one?" He asked. Mikhail lightly elbowed him. "Yes, it is the 'new one.'"

Arthur tensed when he heard the term, What the heck do they mean by that???

"Sorry about that." Mikhail said to Arthur, leading George upstairs so he could get changed. George chuckled and went upstairs, leaving them both alone again.

Arthur really wanted to just disappear. But he knew he couldn't, not here.

"If you're confused. By the 'new one' he meant you, obviously. I usually bring random people home since they needed shelter or they were in your situation, so that's what he meant. I'm sorry if he confused you or made you uncomfortable." Mikhail quickly explained, an apologetic expression on his face.

Arthur looked up, "It's… ok.." he said shyly..

Mikhail sighed in relief. "Thanks for understanding." He replied, walking over to the kitchen. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"I'm.. good.." said Arthur softly, not making eye contact, and ignoring the fact that he probably could use something.

"Are you sure?" Mikhail asked, slowly walking back to the chair he had been sitting in before.

"Yeah…." said Arthur.

"Okay then." Mikhail replied, sitting down in the chair and looking around awkwardly.

Arthur rocked himself a little, trying to think of a way to break the awkward silence.

Aaaand we're back to square one. Great. Somebody stab me in the face. Mikhail thought as he looked around.

Arthur watched him carefully, the hood on his shirt pulled up over his messy dark red hair.

Mikhail looked around awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers again.

Arthur soon buried his face in his knees trying to figure out why he agreed to follow this guy home….

Mikhail wasn't sure what to do. Normally, it wouldn't have been this awkward whenever he let someone stay in his house.

You need to stop being so awkward
How many times do I have to ask you to leave me alone!
I already told you. Like it or not you're stuck with me for life.
I just want you to leave!!!
Arthur's fists tightened in frustration with the voice in the back of his head.

How does this always happen with a guy? Oh wait, I'm gay. Fuck my life. I hate this. Kill meeeeeeeeee. Mikhail looked at Arthur when he saw something shift in his peripheral vision, realizing Arthur's hands were in fists. "A-Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" he lied, his voice even and quiet.
No. You're most definitely not.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
He screamed that thought, without any outward reaction. He knew full well how unusual it was to have voices in your head.