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On a Very Special Arthur	By : 8inchCaliper Category: +1 through F > Arthur Views: 6509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Arthur, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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On a Very Special Arthur…

Pairing: Brain/?

Summary: Brain has a serious crush… but on whom?

Rating: PG13 (for now)

Disclaimer: I do not own Arthur. Marc Brown does. I am making no money from this.

Author’s note: I’m a big fan of Arthur – but I’m also a big ol’ slasher. If slash (m/m ships) offends, do not read. Also, this story was originally posted at fanfiction.net so I may edit the "scenes" accordingly... Please read and review! :-)

Arthur sits in the third row and Alan (also known as Brain) sits behind him. As Mr. Ratburn scribbles fractions on the board, Arthur tries to wrap his ten-year-old mind around the fact that Alan is in love. There’d been the whispers and rumors and the usual poking fun – and it’s true, Brain is sorta more mature than the rest of the kids, but Alan had cornered Arthur in the hallway and practically had an asthma attack as he blushed and told Arthur of his current dilemma.

“You can’t tell anyone, Arthur. You have to promise. I dunno what to do.” Brain had whispered breathlessly. His face was flushed and his pupils dilated. Arthur had thought it was a joke at first, but Brain, who was generally calm and collected, had seemed near tears. What advice could Arthur offer? He’d never been in love himself and hoped it would never happen to him.

“Um…who is it?” The Aardvark had inquired cautiously, hoping to God it wasn’t Muffy Crosswire or some other intolerable girl in their class, but Alan had shut his eyes and seemed to turn a new shade of red. He’d backed away, covering his mouth with both hands as if Arthur had just made some serious social blunder. He’d taken off down the hall leaving Arthur to wonder after him.

Now they sit in class as Ratburn teaches, and Arthur can feel Alan nervously tapping his feet behind him as they repeatedly bump his chair. Several times, Arthur turns to glare at Alan only to have him stop briefly and start back up again. Arthur lets his mind wander to whom it could be that Alan is so taken with, but then Ratburn calls on him to answer a math question and Arthur stares blankly to the front of the room.

“Excuse me, sir. I… I dunno…”

“Sure you do, Mr. Read.” Ratburn answers in a chipper voice. “This very problem was on your homework.”

Desperately, Arthur turns to link eyes with Alan as he mouths the word, ‘help’, and Alan mouths back the answer, three fourths.

“Three fourths ‘sir?” Arthur murmurs.

“Thank you, Alan.” Ratburn says sarcastically. “Arthur, if I wanted Alan to answer I would have called on Alan.”

“Yes, sir.” Arthur says sheepishly.

“And just so you know, answer-sharing is also known as cheating. Another instance of this, boys, and I’ll be forced to hold you both after class.”

Arthur feels Alan jerk behind him and let out a little sob of anxiety as Ratburn goes back to the board.

After class, Arthur dumps his things in his locker before heading out into the schoolyard to be met with Binky and a few of his other goons. Luckily, Francine is there to deflect whatever threats they may dish out and offers to walk Arthur at least to the library. On the way home, Francine complains about the amount of homework they have as Arthur listens and shrugs.

“Hey Francine, have you noticed anything…weird…about Brain?”

Almost as soon as Arthur says it, he regrets it. Francine turns her intense stare onto Arthur.

“He told you something, didn’t he? Don’t lie, Arthur, I can see it written all over your face!”

“Uhh…no! No, he didn’t tell me anything. I just …wondered if you noticed anything is all.”

“Yea, I noticed something alright. I noticed he’s been a total zombie for like weeks. I’d think he hit his head or something, but his grades are still pretty good.” She takes a pause to consider. “Did you see the look on his face when Ratburn yelled at you guys, though? I thought he was going to lose his lunch or something.”

“I can’t imagine what’s up with him.” Arthur mumbles, playing dumb.

“Well, the rumor is he’s in love – with Prunella.”

Arthur makes a face before he can stop himself. “Prunella? Are you sure? She doesn’t really seem like… his type.”

Francine shrugs. “I dunno. They seem pretty good for each other, if you ask me. I just wish he would stop drooling in class. It turns my stomach just looking at him.” She looks up ahead for a bit. “Well, we’re at the library. See ya tomorrow, Arthur.”

“Uh huh…” Arthur walks the rest of the way home half in a daze and half baffled at the prospect of anyone ‘liking’ Prunella.

Later that night, Arthur gets a call from Brain.

“I need your help, Arthur.”

“Geez, Brain.” Arthur yawns. “Do you know what time it is? My Dad’s gonna kill…”

“This is gonna sound weird, but you have to help me, Arthur.”

Arthur wipes sleep from his eyes and yawns again. “I don’t know anything about love.”

“Well, that’s the problem, Arthur. Me neither. I wrote a love note…”

“Ugh! God, Brain please don’t make me listen to it. I don’t think I can take it.”

“But you’re the only one I can tell… it’s…it’s not who you think. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Um…alright…just….calm down, Brain. I’ll…uh…read your note for you tomorrow if… if you want.”

“You will?” Brain seems delighted. Arthur can hear him smiling through the phone. “Gosh, thanks, Arthur. And I hope you’ll keep an open mind. I mean, its not what you think. I know everyone thinks its Prunella, but it isn’t.”

“Thank God.” Arthur murmurs. “She’s just so…”

“Icky…” Brain says before both boys break out into a laugh and Arthur says he has to hang up now or his parents will come and yell at him to go to bed.

Next morning, Arthur is hard pressed to find a secret spot where he can read Brain’s ‘love note’ to whoever. He hopes he can read it and finally find out who its addressed to, but every time he thinks he has found a quiet spot, someone comes asking him to play kick-ball or wanting him to sit with them at lunch or work on a project with them or something.

Finally, during afternoon class, Arthur takes out the note and slips it underneath his book. Slowly, as Mr. Ratburn goes over his geography lesson, Arthur lets his eyes roam down to the note on his desk and reads it from start to finish, mouth agape from the very first line:

Dearest Nigel,

For the first time in my life, I am at an utter loss for words. My feelings cannot be explained, nor can they be ignored. The truth is, I feel that I am in love with you.

I adore you. The mere sound of your voice – even the way you snap at me, excites

me to no end. I know you cannot reciprocate, but I needed to let you know.

Always,

Your secret admirer

Arthur gasps out loud as Mr. Ratburn fixes his stern gaze on him.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Read?”

Arthur gapes, feeling his ears warm to match the heat of his cheeks. “Uh… no….nothing. Sorry.”

“Are you certain? You look unwell.”

“I’m fine, sir.” Arthur slips the note slowly underneath his book, licking his suddenly dry lips.

Behind him, Brain kicks the back of his seat, making Arthur jump and without thinking; Arthur reaches to hand the note back to him, in a state of shock.

“Mr. Read, are we passing notes?”

Brain gasps audibly as Ratburn approaches Arthur whose hand is in midair with the note between his shaking fingers. The rat takes the note and holds it up as Sue Ellen giggles across from them and Binky snickers.

“Shall I share this with the class?”

“NO!” Brain shouts as Ratburn turns to glance at him.

“No?” Ratburn raises his brows.

“Please, sir, don’t.” Brain says in a small voice. His head is hung low on his chest as the bell rings.

As the other kids file out, Mr. Ratburn addresses the two boys. “Alan and Arthur, please remain in your seats. I want to have a word with you.”

Arthur sits shaking in his chair, but its nothing compared to Brain; frankly, he looks as though he might pass our. His skin is white with anxiety.

Ratburn goes to the front of the room and reads over the note as both boys look on in horror. The instructor scrunches his eyebrows, but otherwise remains straight-faced. When he looks up at the boys, his face is mostly neutral.

“Who wrote this?” His voice is even and calm as it rings through the mostly empty classroom.

“It was a joke!” Arthur bursts out. “Um… Binky told us to do it on a dare, and I was just showing it to Brain to proofread when you –“

“It’s okay, Arthur.” Alan stands up and faces the front of the room. “You don’t have to cover for me anymore.”

“What are you saying, Alan?” Ratburn’s voice is impossibly soft.

“I’m saying I wrote it.” Brain looks as though he may faint. “It was me.”

Ratburn regards the youth for a time before addressing Arthur, his eyes never leaving Brain.

“You may go, Arthur.”

Arthur only hesitates briefly before grabbing his satchel and exiting through the door, his ears hot with anxiety and wonder. What will happen to Brain now?

Tbc…
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