A Complex Apartment

Intro

Arthur Kirkland was a busy 24 year old man with short light brown hair, emerald eyes and eyebrows that made you stop and go, "wait…what the hell?" and for a short while he finally got a break to drink some of his favorite tea and read a nice book. I say a short while because not ten minutes in a long haired blonde Frenchman popped in with a smaller lightly-curled blonde Canadian beside him. Two pairs of blue eyes just stared at him until finally he looked up and said, "What do you want?"

The Frenchman, named Francis, spoke up first, "You like Matthew right?" He said gesturing towards the younger man beside him.

Arthur Kirkland liked Matthew. Not the way you're thinking of course, he didn't like Mathew that way as much as he didn't like Francis that way. He liked Mathew because he was quiet, kind, kept to himself and helped out around the apartment. Mathew always paid his rent on time and always cleaned up his messes. Sometimes it felt like Mathew wasn't even there. Arthur was frankly shocked that such a perfect person could possibly be interested in Francis.

He remembered the day Francis brought it up to him, "Arthur…my boyfriend Mathew would it be okay if I let him stay in our apartment?" He asked with a strained smile. It wasn't like space was a problem at all actually, they had three rooms (though Arthur seriously doubted that Francis was going to let Mathew have a room of his home). They had a large kitchen, a spacious living room and a huge bathroom. Both Arthur and Francis came from unbelievably wealthy families and put together this place was just a small scratch in the overwhelming amount of money they had coming in.

The only reason they lived together was because Francis's father made a huge deal about how someone had to watch over his son and Arthur was the only person who could do it properly. Francis threw a fit and said Arthur was such a drag but once his father threatened to take away his allowance the Frenchman gave in. Arthur remembered that day clearly it was so embarrassing to see a 25 year old man hug his father's legs and cry. While Arthur actually worked at his parents company all Francis did was mooch and it was quiet sad to say the least.

No the problem with someone moving in was the fact it was someone Francis was dating. Arthur had stared at him blankly as his mind ran all the horrible things that would be wrong with anyone who was dating Francis. He shivered unpleasantly at the thought of some sexual deviant running around, well another sexual deviant that was dating the sexual deviant already in the apartment. As he stared into the already whimpering face of Francis though he couldn't just make himself say an outright no so instead he decided to at least be fair and say, "Well…let me meet him first then we'll see."

"Oh! You're going to love him Arthur I swear!" Francis said his face lighting up. "Mathew is such the sweetest thing ever and so cute and yes! Thank you!" He hugged Arthur tightly who pushed him off with an angry yell. Upon meeting Matthew, Arthur realized the boy was perfect and there was no way he couldn't let him into the house. He supposed that very moment was when his guard went down. He should've known letting Francis get away with one thing would have a domino effect.

Because now Arthur immediately knew something was up. It was just five months from when Francis had Mathew move in and suddenly he felt like he was in the same predicament. "Yes. Mathew hasn't done anything to make me hate him and he always acts proper unlike you." Arthur said staring back down at the book. "So where are you getting at?"

"Well you see…" Francis said nervously. "Mathew has this um, brother, of sorts, that needs a place to stay." Arthur sighed, he knew it was getting to something like this.

"Brother of sorts?" Arthur asked refusing to meet either of them in the eye.

"Well…he's my half-brother." Mathew said ever so quietly, "But he's always been there for me no matter what so I was wondering if…maybe…you know he could stay here for a while. His house caught on fire and he had nowhere to go. Please Arthur? It'd mean so much to me and him!" Arthur grumbled well what kind of heartless prick would he be if he couldn't take in someone whose house burnt down?

"That blows, how'd his house burn down?" Arthur asked peeking at them a bit from behind the safety of his book. Mathew glanced over at Francis who gave a 'for-the-love-of-god-don't-say-anything-look. Mathew then did the head tilt of 'but-he-asked-a-specific-question-what-am-I-suppose-to-do?' They both looked back at Arthur who gave a glare that promptly said 'someone-answer-the-damn-question-I'm-suspicious-now.'

"Uh…his friends had a party at his house and one of them somehow had this flamethrower and well-" Mathew jumped as Arthur swung his hand out to shush him.

"Wait. You want me to invite someone to live with us that has friends who have flamethrowers?" Arthur repeated. "Who the hell has a flamethrower and how many people are friends with those people! Especially the ones who bring them to parties!"

"Gilbert's always been like that!" Mathew said urgently. "It wasn't Alfred's fault!"

"Gilbert?" questioned Arthur. "Alfred?"

"Gilbert is uh, not important but Alfred is my brother and he's a really good guy Arthur I swear." Mathew said putting his hands together. Arthur bit his lip, oh no Mathew was about to pull his infamous puppy-dog eye routine. Baby blue eyes seemed to grow twice in size and stared up at Arthur like sapphires. "Please Arthur, I swear he won't be that much trouble he always tries his best at everything and once he gets here I'll help him find a part-time job. He won't be here for long just until he gets the money from his insurance and can go buy a new house."

Arthur tried to use all his concentration not to give in but it was impossible. He gave Francis a glare knowing full well that Francis knew he couldn't say no to Mathew. "Fine, it's okay I guess. When's he moving in?"

Mathew grinned as a small blush fell across his cheeks. "Tomorrow."

"You already invited him didn't you?"

"Yes."

Well…at least Mathew was being honest.