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Reaching for his makeup bag, Arthur began to apply concealer to his cheeks, adding just a dash of blush afterwards in an attempt to bring back their long-gone color. He peered into a small, handheld mirror, murmuring incantations  to himself as he looked over his reflection. To be honest, he had grown quite proud of his makeup skills. Hell, most girls at his school couldn't even do their eye shadow without looking like a tart. But him, hell, he almost looked alive again.

"Artie, hurry up, ye pansy! We ain't got all day for ye to put on yer lipstick!"

He scooted off the bathroom counter top, shoving the well worn bag into his backpack before jogging downstairs to meet his brothers in the kitchen.

"Hey, Art, want an apple or something?"

"Not hungry"

His brother rolled his eyes,  slinging his own backpack over his shoulder as he walked to the front door. Following behind, Arthur fiddled with his fingers, wondering if he had left them too pale or made them too dark... He shrugged the thought off, continuing to just follow his brothers to school. He hated to leave the house ever since, well, that night. He was only 18, for god's sake! And now he'll be 18 forever.

Not even his brothers knew, though they were aware that there was something 'off'' about their already weird little brother. It had been almost an entire year since that night, it would be exactly a year on the next  15th. Every night, the empty mirror would serve as a bitter reminder. Every meal reminded him of the gnawing pain at his stomach. Honestly, raw meat would always be his first choice over harming another person.

"Arthur, c'mon! Ye can't just stop in the middle of a road!"

"Sorry!" He rushes over to them, looking ahead at the road.

"We got a paper due in English, right? Or is that tomorrow?"

"Today." Arthur sighed, walking ahead of his brothers. They could be so daft sometimes.

[AT   LUNCH]

Smiling slightly, Arthur jogged over to his friend _____. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, muttering a 'hi' as he laid his head on her shoulder. Careful not to smudge his makeup, he looked up at her, keeping his lips closed as he smiled. She smiled back in response, holding his hand, "Hi, you feeling better today?"

"Mhm"

"How come you were gone last week?"

"Uhm.. No reason."  He chuckled nervously, looking away from her. Of course there had been a reason for his absence, but, really, why would he tell her? He trusted _____, he really did, but he knew she might go a bit... over the top if she knew he was a vampire. Who wouldn't? He'd just ease a hint in every here and there, hoping for her to get the message at a more reasonable rate. To be honest, he loved _____. He had ever since freshman year , though he doubted she would ever return his feelings. They were best friends, so all Arthur could hope for was that she would stick by him even when she knew his secret.

"C'mon, Artie, tell meee!"

"There's no reason, _____, m'kay?"

"So you skipped school? Ooooooooooooooh!" She let out a fake gasp, shaking her head.

"What? No! Let's just go get lunch."

She pouted, walking over to a mostly empty table. "What do you have for lunch?" She sat down, unpacking her lunch. "I've got a meat and cheese sandwich." Arthur took it out, peeling the crust off.

"Seriously, is that all? Duuude, c'mon, you need to eat more." She took her lunch out, handing him a few things. "Don't you dare give any of that back, you twig. Eat." She stared at him intently until he had finished eating the food, which, admittedly, was pretty awkward. After they were both done eating, she got up, going to the other side of the table to loosely grab his arm, dragging him out to the quad.

"You're getting sooo pale, you need the sun."

"I don't think the sun's gonna help."

"What? Why not?"

Arthur just rolled his eyes in response,  sitting down on a bench. _____ sat down by his side, leaning against him as he looked up at the sky.

".. Hey, _____?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna hang out later? Just, like, the two of us? We could hang out and go get dinner or something."

"Yeah, sure. As long as you don't make dinner." She grinned teasingly up at him, earning a flick on her nose.


[LATER]

_____ opened his front door quietly, tiptoeing inside. When she passed his brothers, she raised a finger to her lips, continuing on her way upstairs to surprise Arthur. They waved sluggishly, but none of them bothered to ask her what she was doing. She did this too often for them to be bothered anymore. Once at the top of the staircase, she looked around, continuing to tiptoe to his room. Not finding him in there, she walked to the bathroom, pushing open the already ajar door, freezing immediately in her spot at what she saw.

Arthur was sitting on the counter-top, his mouth open to reveal two extremely pointed canines, some of his face still pale as the moon, and his lips drained of any color they once had. By his side was a worn out makeup bag, open just enough for her to see a couple of brushes.

Frozen in her spot (still), she barely had the breath to whisper, "Oh. My. Fucking. God."

Though she was quiet, he still heard her, turning to face her with a shocked gasp. "I'm... uh.. just... uh... I don't know how to explain this... So.., here it is.., I got bit last year... Y'know, by a vampire.."
 
"No shit! Oh god, you're a monster, Arthur!"

"I'm still Arthur! You know me!"

She turned quickly, running down to his brothers, her words coming out as a mess of letters. Eventually, she just burst into tears, rubbing her face with an exaggerated groan. "Arthur's... a... a... Oh god!"

Arthur, finally finished with his makeup (though, compared to normal, it was sloppy), ran down, covering her mouth with a hand. "I think we should talk about this, ______... It's not like you think! I'm still... normal!"

"No, you're not! Y-You're not even Arthur anymore!"

"Can we please talk about this upstairs..?"

"What're you gonna do? Kill me?!"

"No!"

And with that, they were off to his room, leaving behind a few incredibly confused brothers.

Arthur sat her down on his bed, pacing the room with quick, panicked breaths. "Listen, ____, I'm not that different!" He sat down by her side, laying a hand hesitantly on her arm. She just... sat there, now too shocked to even move her arm away. He moved his hand up to wipe away her tears.

"Why didn't you at least tell me sooner, Artie? I'm your best friend, for gods sake!"

"I knew you'd react like this...!"

She puts her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You listen to me, you bimbo. I'm your best friend. It doesn't matter how you think I'm gonna react; you tell me this shit."

"Fine! You want me to tell you everything?"

"Yes!"

"Great. I'm just gonna say this once... I really, really like you. You know exactly what I mean and I know you do."

"I'm... I'm gonna need some time to think about this..."

[THREE WEEKS LATER]

She called him late at night, chewing the inside of her cheek nervously.

"______? Hi..."

"Hi, Artie.. So, um..., wanna come over? I mean, now that you're a vampire you don't need sleep, right?" She chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.."

By the time he had got there, she had taken to pacing her room. "Artie! Hi!" She hugged him tightly, "I've missed you... I'm, uh, sorry I freaked out like that.."

"I've missed you too.."

"I know you remember confessing, so I'm gonna do this just as quickly. I really, really like you too. I've actually spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about this, soo... I'm serious, Art."

He stayed silent for a minute, a big smile growing on his face, "Seriously? You called me a monster..."

"I'm sorry..."

He pulled her into a tight hug, his tears wetting her shirt.

"Is this a dream?"

"No, you damn gorgeous bimbo. I love you, I promise."
England x Reader- I love you, bimbo
this is crappy, but it's something.

sorry it's been so long since I updated uwu, I've just been doing this in my free time for a couple of months
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So, I'm booking for a Stromae concert in April and can't decide if I should get general admission tickets or mezzanine seats. Which is better?
  • Mood: Distracted
people keep thinking im older than i am

let me stay young you monsters
  • Mood: Neutral
my friends

please

give me the stories to write 

i beg of you

:iconcryforeverplz:
  • Mood: Desperate
  • Listening to: Tous Les Mêmes - Stromae
i wanna write a story--

so who wants a free request--

i know there's only like a 5% chance i'll do it
buT ITS FREE
i never charge tho
but please
  • Mood: Distracted
So, I'm booking for a Stromae concert in April and can't decide if I should get general admission tickets or mezzanine seats. Which is better?
  • Mood: Distracted
people keep thinking im older than i am

let me stay young you monsters
  • Mood: Neutral
my friends

please

give me the stories to write 

i beg of you

:iconcryforeverplz:
  • Mood: Desperate
  • Listening to: Tous Les Mêmes - Stromae

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Hi, I'm Sarah

I live in California, really close to the Bay Area.


I speak English fluently
Je parle français de base


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