You and Arthur were great friends. Maybe more.

Your become friends when he moved to your country, he came from Britain. He came to your school and you two soon became friends. Best friends.

You two did everything together, although you often annoyed him with your actions, he still stuck around. As you were basically his only friend here, aside from Francis Bonnefoy. But— Francis annoyed him more than you.

You’d been friends since childhood, been through ups and downs together. You both trust eachother dearly.

Now, Arthur and you were hanging out. Arthur laid on his bed. Watching TV as you scrolled on your phone.