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Written July 22 2019
The trio of boys had stuck with each other for the rest of the day. When they got out of their sixth period, they headed off to the parking lot.
"Do you know how you're getting home?" Francis asked.
"Sì, I walk home, but I ride the bus to school."
"Oh, looks like you won't be alone anymore, Gilbert!" Francis nudged his friend lightly.
"Oh, Ja!" Gilbert grinned, "You can come with the totally cool- I mean, awesome me." He laughed.
"What about you, Francis?" Antonio turned to him.
"He carpools." Gilbert laughed.
"Carpool?" Antonio questioned, "With who-"
"Hurry up, you bloody frog!" A blonde boy with thick eyebrows and a heavy British accent came up to them.
"Oui, I'll be right there, Arthur!~" Francis cooed to the boy.
Antonio's eye widened a bit when the name of the new boy was mentioned and you could see the clear confusion spelled on his face.
Arthur looked away from Francis only to see the small Spaniard.
"Antonio!?" Arthur exclaimed after staring at the boy for a while.
"You know Arthur?" Gilbert asked, shocked by this news.
"He's an old friend of mine," Antonio responded.
"It's been a while, yes? Well, I'd love to catch up and chat, but we must be going now, terribly sorry." He apologized before yanking Francis from his wrist towards their car. "Come on, frog!"
"Don't be so rough, Arthur~!" He laughed as he was forcibly dragged away.
"So, that was weird," Gilbert stated awkwardly. "We should get going..."
"Yeah, uh, right." Antonio agreed.
He was a little shaken seeing his old friend drag his newly claimed pal away like that, but he didn't know why.
"Hey, so, can I ask you something about Francis?" Antonio whispered to Gilbert.
"He's pansexual." Was all Gilbert said.
"What!?"
He didn't expect that.
"You were going to ask if he was gay, right? Because he keeps flirting with people."
"No, I was going to ask about his relation to Arthur..." Antonio trailed quietly.
"Oh!" Gilbert said in realization. "That's his ex-boyfriend." He simply said, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.
Antonio's heart sunk into his chest. He wasn't quite sure why still, but Francis seemed different.
"You coming?" Gilbert called back to Antonio when he realized his missing presence.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." Antonio raced up to him, trying to keep that odd feeling from spilling out.
***
"I go right here, can you get home from here?" Gilbert asked Antonio when they reached his house.
It was a fairly new house, painted in fresh white paint with a nice fence around the outside.
"No way, dude." Antonio stared in awe.
"What, is everything alright, or is it just too awesome?" He chuckled.
"No, it's nothing... Just that I live next door." Antonio smirked.
"You're kidding!" Gilbert stared agape.
"No, that one right there!" He pointed to a salmon-colored house with moving trucks out front.
"Oh my gott, that's awesome." He uttered.
"Now we just need Francis, right?" Antonio laughed.
"I can get him to come over." Gilbert offered.
"Hell yeah!" Antonio agreed immediately.
But Antonio was expecting Gilbert to use his phone to call him, so what actually happened shocked him.
"OI, FRANCIS!" He hollered across the street. "GUESS WHO OUR NEIGHBOR IS-" Antonio watched as an older looking man came out of the house and yanked Gilbert by the ear into the house.
"I told you to keep it down out there!" He rambled about Gilbert being loud until the door closed behind then.
"Okay then..." He'd have to ask Gilbert about that later, in the meantime he rushed into the house to avoid a similar scolding.