I walk outside, looking to see Arthur swimming in the pool. Folding my arms I watch him come up like the slow motion in movies. Seeing the water get pushed down by gravity and go down his body and muscles.

Seeing his eyes go on me as he licked his lips, I raised an eyebrow. Only to see him get out as he stretched.

"You not talking still?" I ask, watching him walk towards me as it looked like he was coming towards me. Seeing his poker face and him stay calm as he came closer and I was somewhat trying not to blush.

I never realized how good looking he was until now. Almost scaring me if I'm missing anything else.

He had more muscles than me and was taller and bigger than me for his age. He had brown skin and black eyes to me at least. Almost a low cut fade and I never really realized how...much more good looking he was than me. When he's not talking; when he smiles with his white ass teeth it only makes it better!

I blinked, watching him go around me as I grabbed his arm. Trying to stop him but he kept going.

"You're being very childish. This is a side I've never seen before," he faces me with the poker face, giving me a look that sent chills down my spine...I liked it," I like it."

He still has the poker face, but his eyes did sorta give him away.

"Fine. Don't talk," I pulled him back towards the pool, sitting on the edge of the pool as he still stands," How about instead you sit right here, and maybe do some tricks for me in the pool. Parents aren't here and the maid is on break."

Arthur's face scrunches in discomfort as he frowns, but I can tell he can't help but do as I want. Watching him sit beside me and his legs go in the water, then he slides in.

I don't know what's wrong with me and why I treat him so horribly, but I can't help myself. It just feels good to know he'll still like me after everything I do.

Watching him swim to the other side of the pool as he came back up for air. Looking over his shoulder at me and I nod. For some reason I stick my feet in the pool, watching as he swam back towards me.

Smirking as I spread my legs apart and he comes up between them. Resting his arms on my thighs and looking up at me. The both of us close and his face a few inches away.

"I like this Arthur, it's...I don't want to be gay; kinda sexy." I purr, and he still has his poker face." Speak French for me. S'il vous plaît?" ( please? ) I ask, and I feel his fingers go up my shirt and trail my sides.

Making me grab a stronghold on his shoulders as it almost tickled and made my toes curl. Finding myself leaning closer and he leaned too, until he didn't.

"J'espère que vous pouvez nager." ( Hope you can swim. ) He murmurs, feeling him grab tightly on my waist as he yanks me in with him.

My head going under water as my ears instantly popped, holding my breath as he was in front of me. Seeing him smirking at me in the water and I glared at him.

What's his motive?! He trying to drown me?!

But I watch him swim towards me, grabbing my hand as he pulls me close. His hands going to my shirt as he pulled it over my head and him yanking off my pants.

Him swimming back up as he put them down and I came up as well.

"What the hell are you doing?" I sneer, and he glanced at me. Still having that poker face as if he wasn't just yanking all my clothes off and acting friendly.

All he did was look at me and I came back up.

"This is ridiculous. I know you're not talking because of how the way I was at that restaurant. But, can you blame me? You were practically bullying me."

He snorted, shaking his head.

"Je n'ai intimidé personne. Celui qui a été l'intimidation est vous." ( I haven't been bullying anyone. The one that's been bullying is you. ) He says, and I frown. Watching as he dove back under the water.

Then here I am in just briefs and I don't want to swim with him if he's going to be a bitch. But I see him swimming back towards me and I spread my legs apart again.

Him coming between them as he looked up at me. I looked at him and he kept looking at me.

"Étiez-vous un coureur de jupons en France?" ( Were you a womanizer in France? ) I ask, making him frown.

Him coming closer as he winked at me. Running his hands down my body as they rested on my hips.

"Est-ce que j'aime un coureur de jupons?"( Do I look like a womanizer? ) He asked me, and I nodded. Making him smile and it only added to the fact of why I think he's a womanizer." Et si je ne suis pas le doux Arthur que tout le monde pense que je suis? Et si c'est moi et que je suis connu pour avoir une femme en France? Comment te sentirais-tu?" ( What if I'm not the sweet Arthur everyone thinks I am? What if this is me and I'm known for having any woman I wanted in France? How would you feel? )

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he kept playing me it seemed.

"You serious? I would feel like this was all a game..." I mumble, and he smirks.

Whatever this was I felt my heart tighten. It's like what Dylan said in the beginning of when Arthur came. That he might try getting me back. But why the hell would you put so much effort into that...?

So everything he called me and everything he did was actually revenge?

"C'est le sentiment que je ressens chaque fois que je pense à retourner en Amérique. Ce sentiment, ça fait mal; droite?" ( That's the feeling I feel every time I think about going back to America. That feeling, it hurts; right?)

I narrow my eyes at him, but nod.

"So that means you're kidding...right?"

He nodded and I found myself pressing my lips on his. Suddenly happy that he was kidding and I was overreacting. But the thing is, is that if he did it I'd be hurt. If I did it I wouldn't really feel anything. I don't know if I'm doing it right now or what...

Arthur pulled away, pulling himself up as he stood. Grabbing my arm as he pulled me up as well. Him looking around and I was wondering what he was looking for until he pushed me onto the wooden stairs that entered into the beach tent.

Him on top as he looked at me.

"What are you doing?"

He grins, and it was the grin I'm more used to.

Him pressing his lips on mine as we kissed. Feeling his hands grip tightly at my waist and pulling me closer to him. Making me just as wet as him from being in the pool. One thing I happened to feel was his dick pressing at mine and I didn't complain either.

His mouthed pulled away from mine again, but went to my neck as he kissed it gently. Almost contradicting my thought that I believed he would at least show anger at me in the slightest.

But here he was, kissing me as if none of it really mattered. Until he went further down and I was confused. Never have gone this far down I feel his lips graze my chest. And I wonder why I'm letting myself go through this as if I'm a girl.

Yet I felt his tongue slide across my nipple and it making me flinch. Not sure how to react as his arms weaves around me and just telling me that I have no way of escaping... So this must be payback.

"What are you planning on doing?" I asked, but he didn't respond. Unless you count him biting down onto my nipple and making me cry out in pain. It wasn't as bad as getting kicked in the balls pain, but this was close. Yet I realized that it was somewhat making my dick jerk at that.

It almost felt good in a sexual way yet it hurt...and didn't.

"Why'd you do-?" I gasp again as he does it once more, but after he began to suck on it. As if I was a woman...making me see learn something I didn't know before... This feels so fucking good that I don't even know what to say.

I don't know if this is a punishment, but it doesn't feel like one.

Feeling him practically make me feel good and no one was here so I had no complaints. But I feel like when we begin to get in the groove it's ruined by something - or someone.

"This isn't a good spot." I say, and he looks up at me. Letting me see that my nipples were hard and I was slightly embarrassed." Too much of a risk if anyone comes early... Let's go in the-."

"Je ne vais nulpart. Je l'aime dehors." ( I'm not going anywhere. I like it outside. ) He says, standing as he walked off. I sit here, looking as my dick was clearly up and he was just walking away...?

I stomp towards him, and when I was going to purposefully shove him in the water he turned around suddenly. Smiling as I was shocked to see him so happy so fast.

"You're not mad at me anymore?"

"Does this answer question?" He leaned towards me, and I kissed him first. Finally content that he wasn't pissed at me anymore. No more of the silent treatment.

****

"One more day until we go back to LA." I look at my dad, him looking like he was out of it." I just don't want to think about work again-."

"You two don't work." I sneer, and he scoffed.

"Yeah we do. It's just behind the scenes."

I roll my eyes, sighing as I realized tomorrow I'll be back at home. With Bella, football, school, and Arthur will be there...but will it go back to the way it was before?

I don't even know and the fact that I'm scared to find out is what is scaring me the most.

"Kinda want to stay."

"What'll you miss?"

"Why?" I ask in annoyance, and he frowns in shock.

"Just asking-."

"None of your business. Just gonna miss some things that may change - even though I hope they don't."

He cocks his head at me, setting it straight again as he chuckled.

"Is it you and Arthur?"

I freeze.

"That doesn't have to necessarily change. You two can still be the best of brothers-."

"There's more to it than that though - why am I talking to you of all people about this?" I stand, leaving as I go upstairs. To our room I go to Arthur who happens to be napping on the bed.

Plopping on him as he jolts up, looking at me as he yawns.

"Yes?"

"I'm scared." I mumble, making him frown.

"Of?"

"Of going back home and we won't do this anymore..."

"That up to you. I never say it had to end-."

"Exactly! I'm scared we can do all this, but I'm afraid I'll get held back on trying to remain popular that I hurt the two of us."

He looks at me with a pained expression; soon shrugging as he laid back down.

"That all up to you. It your choice if you let things go back to the way they were. I not decide that; you did." He says, and I fold my arms." I not be surprised if you go back to how it was before trip. I already prepare self so no problem-."

"What's that supposed to mean you bitch? 'Already prepared yourself,' you were expecting me to go back to being mean? Don't you have faith in me at all? Just thought I'd treat you like shit again?"

He shrug, and closed his eyes. Hurting my feelings that he already had his mind set that I'd treat him like shit again...

"I promise I won't treat you like before," I say, and he still has his eyes closed," Considering my track record you may not believe me right now... But we leave this place at three in the morning so that we can get back home at daylight-."

"America not home; France my home."

I take a deep breath, trying my best not to spaz out.

"Anyway, it's eight in the afternoon over here... Just in case if I don't keep to my promise... I want to have one last challenge - I know it's over. But I want to do one more; so sit the fuck up and hear me out gosh dammit!"

He sighs in annoyance, sitting up. I then crawl onto his lap and straddle him, making him blush as I was blushing as well. I look over my shoulder and remember that I closed the door, thankful I did as I faced him again.

"I challenge you...I challenge the both us to do what we want..." I murmur, somewhat nervous as he just looked at me.

"I can...do anything?"

"Anything. Whoever gives out loses."

"I already win." He says. Making me roll my eyes, but the both of us lean towards one another as we kiss.

I do what I want, knowing that tomorrow we won't be able to do this as much anymore... Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close, we kiss as if it's our last one.

It felt like it, the way his hands caressed my back and almost brought me up and closer. Me closer and us up and personal.

My mind was filled with the thought that we won't kiss like this anymore and I won't feel good anymore. I don't even know how I did anything sexually ever since he came now. Practically all fumbled up and lost and confused...

"Can I take shirt off?" Arthur asks me, and I nod. Me pulling back as I lifted the shirt from over my head. Him coming close as he kissed my neck. Traveling down as I sat here and took it in.

Trying to calm down; the tears and the excitement. What did I want to cry for - I don't even know. But it hurt to think about it, just for a little. I felt...incomplete almost. I don't want to go back home and not do this anymore.

Like he said it doesn't need to stop, but then it almost inevitably will...

Am I upset because I can't feel pleasure anymore from him? Or am I upset because his and I's relationship will deteriorate right when we get there...?

"Pourquoi pleures-tu?" ( Why are you crying? ) He asks softly, making me open my eyes that I didn't know were closed. His hand going to my cheek as I felt his thumb rub away at what I didn't know was there.

"I'm not crying-." He interrupted me by wiping his finger along my cheek and then he showed me. Letting me see a smeared tear on the tip of his finger, making me take in a hitched breath.

I suddenly brought my arm to my face as my fist covered my face, my other arm wrapping around me. Just letting myself cry as I didn't want him to see, but he was seeing anyway.

Shaking my head, I was afraid of whatever we had. Because...

"I like you Arthur..." I tremble, and he looks at me softly. Grabbing my arms as he pulled them behind my back. Making me hide my face looking the other way, but he made me face him.

"I wait to hear that for long time. I want to see you happy. Why cry?"

"Because...because when we go back to America I'm afraid that I'll just be mean to you again and we'll lose this..." I admit pitifully, and he chuckles as I continue to cry like a damn girl.

He kisses me, making me cry even more.

Hopefully tomorrow, things won't change. Right when we get back it'll be Friday and dark. Then it'll be Saturday and I - we have a game for a recruiter...

"William, if you get mean again, I remind you of promise that you be better. If we keep to that, we be fine." He says, and I nod; but I'm afraid I'll still abandon the thought. Still be mean and cruel...not caring because of my ego and pride...

Arthur pulls me into a hug, feeling him pull a blanket over us as I sigh. Sad to think of going back home.

"You win." He whispers. And I don't care as I cry onto his shoulder. Like a damn child who can't control their tears.

"Si tu continues à pleurer, je vais aussi pleurer. S'il te plaît, arrête; Soyez heureux." ( If you keep crying I'm going to want to cry as well. Please stop; be happy. ) He whispers, making me want to cry even more.

"You're not helping..." I whimper, making him hug me more.

Almost wishing we could...run away and not end the little happiness I haven't had...ever.