What was it about him that you loved so much?
"How can anybody say that they're scared of him?"
Maybe it was his beautiful blue pools he called eyes.
"They don't swirl unless he's angry!"
Those cupcakes he always made were so delicious!
"My friend would never put people or limbs in his food!"
Mainly when he made the icing swirl baby blue and pink.
"He only puts poison in his food when he really hates somebody!"
Or maybe it was his sweet side.
You know he loved to collect bowties.
"He doesn't murder people..."
And he was such a gentleman! If a swear left your lips, he reprimanded you.
"He hasn't cursed! What do you mean!?"
Or just how clingy and loving he could be!
"Stab me? Sure I see he has knives but he's never used them!
"How come...everyone thinks he's so...evil?" You wondered aloud. Walking up to the house, you let a bright smile grace your lips, trying to ignore the words nagging at the back of your head.
"Ew, why do you hang out with him _________?"
"He's completely insane! I heard he puts poison in his food!"
"He'll probably stab you in your sleep tonight!"
Shaking your head, you knocked lightly on the door. Arthur took no haste in answering the door, his sweet smile plastered on his face until seeing your broken expression,"_________?"
You were snapped from your daze the second he spoke to you, putting on a happy face,"I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something my friend was telling me about."
His eyes held worry and his face held uncertainty which he glossed it over with his signature smile. "Please come in. It's been awfully cold lately and the last thing I need is for you to get sick."
He ushered you in, his cat glaring at you in the corner. You swore that cat had it out for anyone who was close to Arthur. Various times, Francis complained about finding what Arthur called 'presents' awaiting in his shoes.
Arthur brought you into the kitchen, setting out a tray of his cupcakes and began working on some tea. As always, his house seemed to lack even the tiniest speck of dirt. Just the smallest things like this made you smile.
"You're messed up in the head!"
"He only cleans the house to clean off all the blood!"
"He's going to MUR-DER you!"
"No he won't!" You screamed, slamming your head on the table and trying to keep tears from falling. Glass broke behind you and before you knew it, Arthur was beside you, shaking your shoulder. "Y-You won't kill me...would you Artie...?"
"Kill you!?" He sounded offended, pulling his hands away to cover his mouth which hung agape. "_________, who would give you that crazy idea?"
"He's crazy _________! I'm telling you! Don't go over there!"
"M-My friend..." You whispered. "S-She told me that you're crazy...that you kill people a-and put them and poison in your cupcakes...that...Arthur...she said such terrible things about you..."
The room had fallen silent for a moment before Arthur pulled you out of your chair and hugged you tightly. "Don't listen to a word she told you _________. You know I would never do anything to harm you or someone else unless I really dislike them..."
You nodded, tears starting to fall. Your friend's words have been tearing you up all day were all for nothing for you'd never doubt your closest friend. You reacted to this comfort by burying your face in his pink sweater-vest and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Now now, it's impolite for you to do such a thing...everything is okay now love." His fingers traced along your arm, causing you to calm down and breath for a second. "See, everything is alright...it was just her imagination..."
"I love you..." You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're so nice and kind...and you cook the best food in the world." You let out a half-hearted laugh,"But all my friends think you're a psychopath..."
He slid his hand behind your (h/c) head and brought your face back this shoulder, allowing him to lean on your head. "I don't care what they think...I-I just don't want you to get all upset...because if you get upset...t-then I do too..."
"Don't get upset over this..." You murmured, turning your head slightly to press your face in his light-blond, pinkish hair. "I'll smile for you...anything to keep you from crying..." Silence. "I wouldn't be able to bare it..."
He sniffled but held you tightly in a warm embrace. Pulling away, you saw a grin on his face,"Can you tell me you love me again...?" His eyes moved towards your figure, a sweet smile cornering his lips making it hard not to have one tug at yours.
"I love you..."
Before you could breath, his lips were against yours, so soft and tender. A short kiss which ended in seconds. "I-I really like you too...I hate to see you so worried about such frivolous things." He cupped your cheeks, thumbing the tears away.
Nodding, you pressed your lips against his once more.