[Curl Up And Die- Relient K (its not like the way it sounds, just listen to it, its such a great song omg you have no idea how excited i was when it started playing)]
The fire crackled merrily across the room. In front of the happy glow was a large blanket, with patches of pink, purple, and red swirled around in a comforting pattern. Two awkward lump rose out of the center of the blanket where the two boys were cuddled up with their pillows, cocoa, and comic books. Arty and 12 lay, reading their comic books, throwing marshmallows at each other every once in a while and snorting back laughter. “Do you think your cousin was mad when we used all her chocolate?” 12 asked as he took a large drink from his mug. Snickering to himself at 12’s hot-chocolate-mustache, Arty shook his head. “She might, but she’s being extra nice to me lately, so she wouldn’t say anything!” Abruptly, 12 wiped away his mustache and looked curious. “Whys she being so nice?” He asked. Shrugging slightly, Tenten sat up and looked down at his chest. “Probably cause of my injury.” The boy replied, “You wanna see it?” He continued. Without waiting for a response, he pulled up the shirt to show the bandages wounded around his upper chest. 12’s eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open. “W-what happened?” He quivered. “I was stabbed in the heart by my friend.” Tenten answered, poking at the patch over his heart a few times and grinning as his body automatically flinched back. His merriment was not shared by the other boy, who looked like the wind was knocked out of him. “Arty…” 12 began, the ghost of a tear started to appear on the edge of his lashes. The injured boy looked up in surprise to see the first tear roll down his cheek. “Huh? What’s wrong??” Arthur asked with a frown. “You got stabbed!! And by a friend!!” 12 reiterated, obviously distressed. Limply Arthur let go of his shirt, rubbing his arm awkwardly. “Yeah? And..?” He tried asking, not quite understand the problem. By this point, 12 started crying even worse. Unsure of what to do, Tenten scooted closer and gave 12 his pillow. “Hey now, it’s alright… I-… I don’t mind it. I feel fine.” He tried smiling confidently. Nothing he said was affecting the boy. 12 sobbed freely for the sake of his friend. Arthur watched, confusion, and a strange feeling he couldn’t quite described started weighing down his chest.
The way that 12 cried for him was something he had never seen before, never before in his life. Sure, he had been upset a bit when he woke up after being stabbed, but the grief 12 had it.. It made Arthur ache. Quietly, he laid back down and patted 12’s head as the fire continued crackling.
