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“All right love, I’m off” Your blonde boyfriend, Arthur, called out to your from the front door as he grabs his tan trench coat.

“Really? Again? Where do you always go with your ‘brothers’” You ask suspiciously from the top of the set of stairs.

“It's nothing, we just go to the pub all together” He answers back

“What all do you do at the ‘pub’, and why are you with your brothers? I thought you hated them?” You interrogated

“Its umm, well, w-we just grab some drinks” He stumbles back, his back facing you, avoiding your last question

“Fine! Whatever!” You stormed to your shared bedroom slamming the door behind out.

Arthur lets out a sigh as he opens the door and walks out.

Why do I even let him go like that! You mental scream at yourself He has been doing this for a month, every Saturday night at 9ish he will leaves to the fucking ‘PUB’ with his fucking “BROTHERS”, You throw yourself on the bed, thinking about how much of a different there is when Arthur isn’t around. The rooms where to quiet, the air didn’t have it wonderful sent of Earl Gray tea, and you didn’t see your little Brit running around the house like the mad-man he is.

“Ya know what” You say out loud, “I’ll fallow him next time he goes!”, You could sense your brain cooking up an awesome Saturday night plain of being a ninja!

~~~~~~~Time Skip to Next Saturday~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Love, I’m going to the pub again” Arthur calls out as always, you sat on your red sofa, lazily reading book

“Alright, don’t drink too much” You poker faced, trying to use a monotone voice

“U-ummm, aright don’t worry, I won’t” Arthur sound surprised about how you where acting, he was sure you would be blowing up like a volcano by now. The Brit slowly opens the door and started his walk but, but he stops himself about halfway and looks at the back of your (h/c) head, “Um I love you” He said sounding very concerned, as if you were going to said you didn’t love him back anymore.

“I love you to” You said, not bothering to turn around, you (e/c) never stopped looking at the book at hand.

“Ok, um I’ll be back soon” Arthur slowly shut the door behind him. As you heard that door click shut a devilish smile appeared on your face,

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1!!! You scream in your head as you jump off the sofa, dropping the book that you where reading upside down. You swiftly grabbed your old black collage hoodie and dashed out the door locking it behind you. With a quick glance around you could see that Brit you called a boyfriend about seven yards in front of you. You slowly started to fallow him down the dark streets that were buzzing with night life. He stopped the corner and started to look around.

Is he waiting for someone? You ask yourself as you hid behind on of a tin grab cans that where out. After about five minutes of smelling the stink of random strangers garbage and watching your boyfriend standing there, a black car slowly rolls up to him, he opens the door to the back sits and yells at the people in the cars something like Blood Gilts…. And ….What took you so long…..

CRAP! HOW AM I GOING TO FALLOW HIM NOW!?! You panicked, a small voice in your head said Run like Hell {Name}. Run like Hell. You didn’t want to give up on your mission so you got up and start to sprint after the car. After a small minute of fallowing the car you started to lose your energy,

“HOLY CRAP” You panted, bringing a hand to your side “I’m so out of shape”. You look up at the suspicious car hold your British man and the strangers stopped at the red light that was quit a descends in front of you. You could feel yourself losing hope.

“{Name}?” An old voice from the side of you pulled you out of your thoughts. You head snapped to the owner of voice and your face went pale.

SHIT! You yell in your mind NOT NOW!! NOT HIM!!!

~End of part 1

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“All right love, I’m off” Your blonde boyfriend, Arthur, called out to your from the front door as he grabs his tan trench coat.

“Really? Again? Where do you always go with your ‘brothers’” You ask suspiciously from the top of the set of stairs.

“It's nothing, we just go to the pub all together” He answers back

“What all do you do at the ‘pub’, and why are you with your brothers? I thought you hated them?” You interrogated

“Its umm, well, w-we just grab some drinks” He stumbles back, his back facing you, avoiding your last question

“Fine! Whatever!” You stormed to your shared bedroom slamming the door behind out.

Arthur lets out a sigh as he opens the door and walks out.

Why do I even let him go like that! You mental scream at yourself He has been doing this for a month, every Saturday night at 9ish he will leaves to the fucking ‘PUB’ with his fucking “BROTHERS”, You throw yourself on the bed, thinking about how much of a different there is when Arthur isn’t around. The rooms where to quiet, the air didn’t have it wonderful sent of Earl Gray tea, and you didn’t see your little Brit running around the house like the mad-man he is.

“Ya know what” You say out loud, “I’ll fallow him next time he goes!”, You could sense your brain cooking up an awesome Saturday night plain of being a ninja!

~~~~~~~Time Skip to Next Saturday~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Love, I’m going to the pub again” Arthur calls out as always, you sat on your red sofa, lazily reading book

“Alright, don’t drink too much” You poker faced, trying to use a monotone voice

“U-ummm, aright don’t worry, I won’t” Arthur sound surprised about how you where acting, he was sure you would be blowing up like a volcano by now. The Brit slowly opens the door and started his walk but, but he stops himself about halfway and looks at the back of your (h/c) head, “Um I love you” He said sounding very concerned, as if you were going to said you didn’t love him back anymore.

“I love you to” You said, not bothering to turn around, you (e/c) never stopped looking at the book at hand.

“Ok, um I’ll be back soon” Arthur slowly shut the door behind him. As you heard that door click shut a devilish smile appeared on your face,

10……

9……..

8…….

7……

6……

5……

4…….

3…….

2……

1!!! You scream in your head as you jump off the sofa, dropping the book that you where reading upside down. You swiftly grabbed your old black collage hoodie and dashed out the door locking it behind you. With a quick glance around you could see that Brit you called a boyfriend about seven yards in front of you. You slowly started to fallow him down the dark streets that were buzzing with night life. He stopped the corner and started to look around.

Is he waiting for someone? You ask yourself as you hid behind on of a tin grab cans that where out. After about five minutes of smelling the stink of random strangers garbage and watching your boyfriend standing there, a black car slowly rolls up to him, he opens the door to the back sits and yells at the people in the cars something like Blood Gilts…. And ….What took you so long…..

CRAP! HOW AM I GOING TO FALLOW HIM NOW!?! You panicked, a small voice in your head said Run like Hell {Name}. Run like Hell. You didn’t want to give up on your mission so you got up and start to sprint after the car. After a small minute of fallowing the car you started to lose your energy,

“HOLY CRAP” You panted, bringing a hand to your side “I’m so out of shape”. You look up at the suspicious car hold your British man and the strangers stopped at the red light that was quit a descends in front of you. You could feel yourself losing hope.

“{Name}?” An old voice from the side of you pulled you out of your thoughts. You head snapped to the owner of voice and your face went pale.

SHIT! You yell in your mind NOT NOW!! NOT HIM!!!

~End of part 1