About You Now 1/?
anonymous
December 23 2009, 23:05:34 UTC
Arthur Kirkland’s senior year was shaping up to be the worst of his entire high school career.
He had started it off with high hopes, of course. His trousers had been pressed, his dress shirt crisply ironed, his tie respectable, his sweater vest modest, and his shoes shined to a near reflective gleam. He struck a most impressive figure if he did say so himself, far superior to his peers with their tattered jeans and printed t-shirts that exclaimed “go seniors!” and other such nonsense. Not that he had to worry too much about associating with those screeching animals, not with the classes he had registered for. Yes, most promising about the new year was his schedule, one that surely promised that he’d only be in classes with people of his caliber. He had walked in the doors the first morning with his head held high.
It didn’t take long for his hopes for the day to be dashed with the appearance of one person. Gilbert Beilschmidt, one of the popular jocks who kept himself feeling “awesome” by picking on the students he felt didn’t meet his standards of cool, which was pretty much everyone outside of his circle of friends. Unfortunately, he had a special fondness for harassing Arthur.
Arthur tried to hide his face and rush past the German boy, but he was quickly trapped in a headlock by the unruly teen. “Hey hey, Artie boy! How was your summer? Plenty of quality time with your granny friends?”
“I worked this summer, for your information. I lead a respectable life, unlike you,” Arthur seethed in reply and struggled to free himself from the hold Gilbert had on him. Gilbert merely tightened his hold and smirked.
“Who needs respectable when you’re fucking awesome? I partied and had a good time, so now I’m back to once again grace this school with my amazing self so nerds like you don’t freak up the place,” Gilbert taunted, ever arrogant.
“You’re just bitter because ‘Old Fritz’ will likely select me for the internship he’s offering,” Arthur hissed in reply.
Arthur knew he’d hit one of Gilbert’s few soft spots, and the result was instantaneous. Gilbert’s smirk faded into a look of fury and he started hauling Arthur off towards the bathroom. “You little shit, you need a reminder of where your place is!”
“Unhand me!” Arthur shouted, but he was too weak to fight off the strong hold on him and could only flail as his head was shoved into a toilet and the toilet flushed. Gilbert finally let him go when Arthur started sputtering from a lack of air. Arthur fell back, coughing and gasping, while Gilbert let out a derisive snort.
“Always good to see you again, Artie!” Gilbert said with no small trace of sarcasm, and he kicked Arthur’s books for good measure as he left.
Arthur, when he finally caught his breath, swore loudly and gathered up his books. Class was starting in a few minutes, and he wouldn’t miss the first day of school because of one bully. He briefly checked his appearance in the mirror, he now looked akin to a drowned rat instead of a respectable person, and grumbled as he grabbed a handful of paper towels and shoved the bathroom door open to head to his AP Calculus class for some blessed solace from those arrogant populars.
“Arthur? Are you all right?” His friend Matthew William’s quiet, but worried voice asked in a panic as Arthur slid into a seat next to him in the classroom.
“Smashing,” Arthur groaned in reply and used the towels he’d grabbed to attempt to dry his sopping hair. “Thank goodness I won’t have to worry about winding up in class with those barbarians this year.”
“Wow, Gilbo really got you good, didn’t he, Eyebrows?” A disturbingly familiar voice laughed from behind him.
Arthur froze, a cold chill going down his spine. No. Oh no. Oh bloody hell no. He very slowed turned around and found himself staring at the last person he ever wanted to see. Sky blue eyes behind wire frames, blond hair, and that detestable dazzling smile that made girls go weak in the knees. Alfred F. Jones.
Arthur was now convinced that his promising senior year had been flushed down the toilet his face had just been shoved in.
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I hope the OP, if they're still around, doesn't mind that I'll be tweaking the request a bit.
Author!Anon
anonymous
December 24 2009, 01:05:25 UTC
Well, the request was for Arthur to be a "quiet, easily-annoyed, studious nerd" so I'm trying to work with that. Attitude to make up for his lack of stature, as it were.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
December 24 2009, 01:19:19 UTC
I thought it was interesting to see the different possible side to Arthur. I really love this fill so far, and expect it to get better. And I can't wait to see Arthur show up Gilbert by getting the internship :P (though Arthur'll probably end up getting shoved in the toilet again x.x)
Re: About You Now 1/?
anonymous
December 24 2009, 01:30:17 UTC
Nothing's irky about any of this, it's a really good start!
Even if Arthur was such a pushover, it would be awkward for him not to be since he's the 'nerd,' well, that's my opinion anyway. At least he's trying to stand up for himself so far in your fic, even though he failed. Good job and waiting for your next update writer!anon. :)
He had started it off with high hopes, of course. His trousers had been pressed, his dress shirt crisply ironed, his tie respectable, his sweater vest modest, and his shoes shined to a near reflective gleam. He struck a most impressive figure if he did say so himself, far superior to his peers with their tattered jeans and printed t-shirts that exclaimed “go seniors!” and other such nonsense. Not that he had to worry too much about associating with those screeching animals, not with the classes he had registered for. Yes, most promising about the new year was his schedule, one that surely promised that he’d only be in classes with people of his caliber. He had walked in the doors the first morning with his head held high.
It didn’t take long for his hopes for the day to be dashed with the appearance of one person. Gilbert Beilschmidt, one of the popular jocks who kept himself feeling “awesome” by picking on the students he felt didn’t meet his standards of cool, which was pretty much everyone outside of his circle of friends. Unfortunately, he had a special fondness for harassing Arthur.
Arthur tried to hide his face and rush past the German boy, but he was quickly trapped in a headlock by the unruly teen. “Hey hey, Artie boy! How was your summer? Plenty of quality time with your granny friends?”
“I worked this summer, for your information. I lead a respectable life, unlike you,” Arthur seethed in reply and struggled to free himself from the hold Gilbert had on him. Gilbert merely tightened his hold and smirked.
“Who needs respectable when you’re fucking awesome? I partied and had a good time, so now I’m back to once again grace this school with my amazing self so nerds like you don’t freak up the place,” Gilbert taunted, ever arrogant.
“You’re just bitter because ‘Old Fritz’ will likely select me for the internship he’s offering,” Arthur hissed in reply.
Arthur knew he’d hit one of Gilbert’s few soft spots, and the result was instantaneous. Gilbert’s smirk faded into a look of fury and he started hauling Arthur off towards the bathroom. “You little shit, you need a reminder of where your place is!”
“Unhand me!” Arthur shouted, but he was too weak to fight off the strong hold on him and could only flail as his head was shoved into a toilet and the toilet flushed. Gilbert finally let him go when Arthur started sputtering from a lack of air. Arthur fell back, coughing and gasping, while Gilbert let out a derisive snort.
“Always good to see you again, Artie!” Gilbert said with no small trace of sarcasm, and he kicked Arthur’s books for good measure as he left.
Arthur, when he finally caught his breath, swore loudly and gathered up his books. Class was starting in a few minutes, and he wouldn’t miss the first day of school because of one bully. He briefly checked his appearance in the mirror, he now looked akin to a drowned rat instead of a respectable person, and grumbled as he grabbed a handful of paper towels and shoved the bathroom door open to head to his AP Calculus class for some blessed solace from those arrogant populars.
“Arthur? Are you all right?” His friend Matthew William’s quiet, but worried voice asked in a panic as Arthur slid into a seat next to him in the classroom.
“Smashing,” Arthur groaned in reply and used the towels he’d grabbed to attempt to dry his sopping hair. “Thank goodness I won’t have to worry about winding up in class with those barbarians this year.”
“Wow, Gilbo really got you good, didn’t he, Eyebrows?” A disturbingly familiar voice laughed from behind him.
Arthur froze, a cold chill going down his spine. No. Oh no. Oh bloody hell no. He very slowed turned around and found himself staring at the last person he ever wanted to see. Sky blue eyes behind wire frames, blond hair, and that detestable dazzling smile that made girls go weak in the knees. Alfred F. Jones.
Arthur was now convinced that his promising senior year had been flushed down the toilet his face had just been shoved in.
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I hope the OP, if they're still around, doesn't mind that I'll be tweaking the request a bit.
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Even if Arthur was such a pushover, it would be awkward for him not to be since he's the 'nerd,' well, that's my opinion anyway. At least he's trying to stand up for himself so far in your fic, even though he failed. Good job and waiting for your next update writer!anon. :)
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Wow, I'm impatient...
MOARPLXKTHNX *clings*
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No.
>:|
I really want to see this fiction continued. I love it so far.
LOVE IT.
There isn't enough gakuen.
Seriously, if Author!Anon won't finish their fill, then this Anon might have to pick it up.
And I'm sure kink meme doesn't want that. >:|
So please for the sake of Gakuen USUK >:|
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