Arthur's POV
I hate William...

Its 5:30, and I was about to fall asleep next to the person next to me.

If you are asking I- erm SOMEONE, woke me up at 3:00 bloody a.m just to get to the airport.

I grasp harder on peter as he almost falls off my lap. My cyan coloured blanket on him. I was also grasping his because he was my only warmth.

Airline 7 is now ready.

A voice said from the speaker, as Scott nudged me while Will gets up.

"It our pla'n is dis one" Scott says grabbing luggage with William. I get up Peter in arms as we walk to the line, people go in, as the ladies fake a smile.

Before we knew it we were in the middle seats with the small t.v infront of us, as safety procedures are displayed.

Pa ding.

I look at my thinking it would be Alfred, but it was actually Francis.

(FF- French Fucker)

FF: are you in the plane yet?

Me: Just got on, you twat.

FF: alright eyebrows

FF: call

FF: me

FF: when

Me: Stop, what are you doing?

FF: giving a guy a blow job.

Me: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!

FF: Jk jk jk!

FF: Im looking for house for you guys cause I know you guys only have a 3 room apartment

Me: Yeah, I'm still looking for rooms, but non look very

Me: nice

FF: oh you're looking for roommates? I know someone! They are very sweet and kind!

FF: not only that but they are my second cousin!

Me: Alright. Ask them if they are okay with me staying there.

FF: they know you so I wouldn't worry! You should get going and put your phone on airplane mode.

Me: Righto! I'll call you in 8 hours.

FF:  Au revoir,caterpillar brows

Me: Bye, you gay slut.

Sorry for these very shot chapters! I've been dealing with a shot ton of depression, But I still hope you enjoy the chemistry between the two frienemies. Love you all, bye loves!