British Burgers chapter 4- just saying now, be prepared to cry.

"The lit'le boy, in the pic'ure" he said, and you felt your heart plummet down into your stomach. "Who's he?"

"Alright then…" you sighed, feeling defeated. "It happened a long time ago…."

"It happened a few years ago, when I was just a freshman in highschool" you started, remembering, Arthur was laying back with his arms behind his head, listening intently.

*Flashback~ PCHOOOOO*

It was late November, and you'd just gotten home from school. You sighed, tossing your messenger bag down in the hall, removing your shoes and placing them next to all the others neatly.

"Hey guys, I'm home!" you called to none in particular. You grabbed your bag and dashed up the stairs, heading to your own room and plopping yourself down.

You heard a gasp and some light thumping against the floor as the door to your room was slammed open by a boy about half your age. He had a dark brown hair colour, but his eyes were the same colour as yours, a pair of sparkling (e/c) gems, bright and curious as to what everything held in store for him.

"big sis!" he called, already used to calling you that nickname that he'd made his own as he ran over and threw himself at you in a large hug.

"yikes! Watch it kiddo!" you laughed, hugging him back and pulling him into your lap. You ruffled his hair lightly and grinned at him. "so, did the parents drop you off here, or are they still here?" you asked quietly, in case they were here.

"Nope! They left, leaving it to just us tonight sis!" he said back happily, practically jumping in excitement.

"Cool! Just us tonight then kiddo, the boy kid wonder and his babysitter" you laughed, tickling his sides and he started rolling around in a fit of laughter.

His name was Ryan, you'd been babysitting him practically since he was born. You and he were the best of pals, and pretty much joined at the him whenever together. Unlike relationships between young boys and teen girls, yours was amazing, seeing as how Ryan was such a sweet little boy, and you adored him, plain and simple.

"What should we do tonight then, hmm?" you asked him, once you were done with the tickle session. The parents would be back some time around eleven, so you had all night to do what you wanted.

"I dunno! I have some homework, but after that, can we watch one of your animes?" he asked you with big eyes, looking over to your bookshelf, where you kept both books, miscellaneous folders and binders, as well as your impressive collection of anime dvds and figurines. You gave him a pointed look.

"Ryan, you know you're too young for a lot of them. And the one's that you can watch, we've seen a thousand times!" you groaned- you didn't want to get stuck with another three hours of watching Lucky Star and avoiding the subject of 'what yaoi is'. You got into anime when you were younger than him, and was watching worse things at his age, but you were protective, and didn't want his innocence ruined just yet. You wanted him to stay a little adorable sack of squish forever.

"Aw….alright then…" he pouted cutely and you couldn't help it- it was too adorable!

"nonononono! Don't make that face! Uh…uh….!" You said, trying to think fast. "I know, how about I make us mac and cheese for dinner, and we watch that one movie you got for your birthday! You brought it back from school. Right?" you compromised.

"Yup! Wait…can the mac and cheese have bacon bits in it?" he asked, grinning again.

"Sure can! After all, what's mac and cheese without the bacon bits? Just plain old noodles and cheese- way too boring" you said, tweaking his nose lightly. "alright then, c'mon, lets both get our homework done so we can get going!"

"yes!" he did a double fist pump "alright! I'll bring it in here, I might need help" he said and you nodded.

After an hour and a half of vigorous studying and answering pointless questions, as well as doing some tutoring, you both finished, and you gave him a piggyback ride to the kitchen, setting him down by the counter. You made mac and cheese and added the special bacon bits he loved so much, before you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach.

"Hey, Ryan? I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom, alright?" you told him, turning off the burner and moving the pot away from the front- just as a precaution. He nodded and sat at the table, drawing something. You sat your phone down on the counter after sending your crush a text and went to the bathroom.

When you came back, everything was how you left it. You noticed Ryan still engrossed in his colouring, so you checked your phone. Your crush had texted you back, asking you out on a date! How freaking perfect was that?! You contained a squeal and sent him a quick reply before poking Ryan in the back of the head.

"Alright, c'mon kiddo, foods ready!" you said, he nodded, grabbing the plates and forks and setting them at the table. You served the food, chatting idly and laughing every once and awhile. You finished up and put everything away, beginning to update Ryan on everything.

"okay, so I like this guy, as in, like like- a crush…." You started giggling, and he listened carefully and nodded. "and he asked me out! I need you to help me pick out an outfit, okay?"

"uh…sure…" he said, looking like he was concentrating hard on something. "hey…big sis…?"

"what is it kiddo?" you asked, confused.

"well…can I meet him for myself first? I mean, I don't want you getting hooked up with some normal jerk" he frowned, feeling protective.

"aw! How sweet. And sure! No problem, c'mon, I need a guys say-so on what to wear" you winked at him and he grinned right back.

So, after an hour of arguing and mixing and even playing tug of war for a bit, you both came up with the PERFECT idea for a combination. Simple black jeans and a nice dark (f/c) longsleeved shirt. The shirt was pretty wrinkled though, as you barely wore it- you'd completely forgotten about it! So you decided you'd iron it out. You and Ryan went back downstairs and you got out the iron and the ironing board, setting them up and waiting for the iron to heat up. You prompted Ryan, who got the movie from his backpack and brought it back downstairs.

You popped the movie in and sat down at the couch. Somewhere in the two hours of watching one of the most epic movies of all time- you decided- for his age group, you got up and ironed the shirt, hanging it up and unplugging the iron for it to cool, leaving Ryan at the couch. When you came back, your phone wasn't how you'd left it- and its screen was on, as if it'd just been used. You looked at it wearily, and asked Ryan if he'd used it. He said it'd just been to check the time, and you shrugged.

For awhile, everything was alright and you watched the movie. At the very end, you got a final text from your crush- and it shattered you to your very core. The text was…horrible.

'Fine, be that way _ stupid fucking lousy WHORE'

You could feel yourself tearing up- it couldn't have been meant for you! No way! It- it had to be for some other girl named _ that he knew. Yeah, that had to be it…. That was, until you checked the last message sent.

'Stay away from me, creep. You're just an idiot, undeserving of me. Never, ever so much as look at me again, filth.'

You did not send that text.

Ryan looked over at you, seeing your look of despair and automatically fearing what was wrong. He realized you had your phone in your hands and tried to take it away, but you kept a tight grip on it and gave him a glare of hatred and utter repulsion.

"RYAN! Did you send that text?!" you almost screamed at him and he just frantically tried to grab the phone away instead of explaining. "ANSWER ME!"

"YES!" he shouted back, on the verge of tears just like you. "But he deserved it! He's a creep, and he's stupid and mean and he has cooties and he- he- he just dosent deserve you!"

You could've hit him then and there, but you restrained yourself from doing that, choosing instead to hurl the phone at the nearest wall and break down into sobs. Ryan threw himself into a panic over it, trying to console you, to comfort you- anything to get you to stop crying!

"Please, please stop, I don't want you to-"

"shut up! I HATE you!" you cut him off, shouting at him- something you'd never done before.

Ryan looked at you, more hurt than he'd ever been before. He quickly decided something and dashed off the couch and into your room, rifling through his things until he found something. He quickly ran back through the house, down the stairs….but he tripped on one of his socks, causing him to fall down the last few stairs, hitting his head against the ironing boards stand badly. The noise caused you to look up, and just as you did, you regretted it terribly.

Because, in that instant, you looked into Ryans eyes, that held fear, and a plead for forgivness, that lasted only a mere second, before the iron fell off of the ironing board. It had'nt been sitting for more that a few minutes, and was still scaldingly hot. It fell directly onto him, hitting his head and landing on his body, causing him to release a bloodcurdling scream. You quickly jumped up, all anger forgotten.

The next hour was a blur.

All you could remember was crying as you hurled the burning iron off of him, badly burning your own hands and seeing Ryan, unconscious. You called an ambulance and the parents, riding in the back of the ambulance to the hospital. An hour later, it was confirmed.

Ryan was dead.

Apparently, he'd been going to get your Christmas present- a new phone- as yours had been on the fritz, along with a picture in a frame of you and him together, all in all costing him all of his allowance from half a year of saving it. And he'd dashed up to get it, falling down the stairs in excitement to give it to you. He'd died knowing the last words you said to him were 'I hate you', and never got to give you the present himself.

A few months after his funeral, you had the heart to start using the phone he'd bought you, especially after you'd broken the last one on that night. The phone was the best thing ever- you decided to treat it with special care. You had a shocking discovery after using it a few minutes. The night Ryan died, the text you'd been having with your crush was never deleted, you looked at it again, scrolling back up through them, seeing one you'd never noticed before, from your crush, probably sent on accident.

'Dude, got _ to go out with me- cant wait to get her into the sack~'

You'd felt sick for a week after reading that. Ryan HAD been trying to protect you, and all he got was a babysitter that ended up getting him killed. You never got over it, and kept the picture he'd given you in the phone- it was precious, and all you had left of the sweet little boy.

~endflashbackholywowthatslong ~

You sat on your couch, a tear gone down your face and Arthur looking up at you- amazing, surprised…and looking like he was about to cry himself. He didn't know what to say.

"I-im so sorry love…." He said quietly, but you shook your head and wiped the tear away.

"It's fine, I've accepted it. But now you know, why that phone's so important. Whatever, goodnight" you said, quickly standing and almost running to your own room, breaking down once you did.

"good…night…" Arthur called after you- or tried to. He knew you didn't want him to follow you, so he let you go.

But he was going to clarify this with you later.