He was a boy, no ordinary boy. Some called him unique, others called him exemplary. His presence itself was a not a bare minimum. He had a charming aura that some called it chattel. Other times he was too conceited, making choices with no conation or declaration. Arthur Justin Miles was a boy who could be compared to Ethan Duke Masters yet he always came second. He was soft, with a hint of ginger, shining like golden honey infused with a dash of playful mischief, as if they're concealing secrets inviting you to uncover them. Those eyes, a mesmerizing blend of warmth and roguish charm, seem to dance with amusement, making it impossible to look away. His brown chestnut hair is a masterpiece ,reminiscent of the rich, dark bark of a majestic mahogany tree, with subtle hints of reddish undertones that catch the light beautifully. It's as though the very essence of the forest has been distilled into his locks, imbuing him with earthy, mystical aura. Arthur exudes an air of pure, unadulterated magic, like a rare gemstone hidden in plain sight. He's a paradox, a harmonious blend of the extraordinary and the everyday, making him both captivating and relatable. His presence is like a gentle breeze on a summer day- soothing, enchanting, and utterly captivating. You can't help but be drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, eager to bask in the warmth of his mystical, mischievous glow. Most people thought he was closest to Ethan rather than in reality they were worlds apart. Each of them having different opinions with bigger egos that seem to have a presence in the room. They have know each other for as long as they can remember, Mark was the genius one, a big smartass with big brains, witty, sharp and calm. Rafael was the one who made the corny jokes and made humor a skeptical to be desired by many. While Deib was the one who held them together. He had great amity, with gracious characteristics, which made him get along with each of them. Furthermore he was brave, daring and more lethal than the rest of them. Arthur was the ebullient one, with energy and good humor. Other times he was eccentric, absolutely strange and utterly unusual. Then came Ethan, he always got what he wanted. Forever concocting series of machination without everyone realizing. He was one step ahead of them, two steps ahead of society and a thousand steps away from humanity. Arthur considered him a prodigy with zero probiotic character. Ethan had an ego, he didn't even hide it, he used it as a lethal weapon to show them they were nothing rather than pawns in his game.
He classified himself as someone with a huge self-importance and value. No one told him no and no one argued with him. There was something to him that Arthur feared and it terrified him most of the time. Maybe his possessive and obsessive nature, perhaps his pride or something far worse. He was someone who spoke less yet more as though measuring and counting the amount of words he spoke in a day. There was something to Ethan, as though a switch that flipped on and on with his interests varying. At this point, Arthur knew what he lacked and why Ethan always came first. Ethan was spineless, having an alter ego that no one could compete with. Moreover, he was heartless, a heartless bastard with a heart. He was no coward, his presence leaving behind a trail of ice and snow. Becoming more ruthless, toying with everyone, so salient without doing anything. Sardonic without speaking, savage and twisted in a way Arthur had never seen before. It terrified Arthur more when he realized just how sharp Ethan was for him to catch on that he had feelings for Samantha. It was in that moment he realized he'd awakened something more terrifying than death or torment. He went for the bull by the horns, without fear, without hesitation as though he'd found a new profound experiment to carry on. Arthur can never forget that party night where Samantha became an angel, Ethan had said to him,
" Its not really about satisfaction or pleasure in staring at something you can't have, Arthur dear cuz, am getting it before you do. I guess my ego can't let me loose to someone like you." He'd said with a smile, that smile of his that irritated and send chills down his spine. That mockery and possessive smile of his. The satisfaction and pleasure he got that night from looking down on Arthur was far more than enough that he'd slapped it right across Arthur's face. Arthur knew that Ethan wasn't good at sharing his feelings but still he went and grabbed Samantha without thinking twice about it. Why was the question? He'd question if Ethan was really normal when he'd seen how he stared at Samantha with lustful eyes in the conservatory. It was savage and wild at how he'd possessed her during that party even daring to elope but thank heavens he only kissed her and didn't go too far. Arthur fell in love with Samantha more during that party, however his love still remains hidden. However, Ethan beat him in his own game, just like a beast that stared at its prey in a sickening savaged satisfaction. Somehow, he'd feared Ethan would ruin Samantha, because he didn't understand what Ethan wanted or what he gained by being with her. Still he came to him and said,
"I finally hope realization hits home Arthur, my egomaniac couldn't let me sleep without telling you something you feared tainting, I will taint it myself. Never forget my dear cousin, Samantha Alec Merlin is mine to posses." He had said with a rather pleasant smile, patting his shoulder. Arthur hated Ethan Duke Masters, he hated him, he wished he'd just drop dead.
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Being a dull morning, with dark clouds hanging low above the sky. The sun having no signs of shining, the wind gently blowing across the horizon. He was a mood changer, gentle yet rough around the edges. Always brave perhaps daring in very subtle way. A boy with a cute smile, small lips, cute eyes, just like a puppy. Being averagely tall with eyes as black as a jaguar and curly strawberry blonde bangs hanging low on his forehead. He had two silver sharp canines and a tongue piercing. This was Deib Noles Miguel. A boy too girly looking to be called a boy, yet he was handsome, so very handsome. His cute charm and warm presence was on another level. Comparing him to Ethan or Arthur, he stood out because he was cute, too cute to be true with his feminine appearance. Deib was the closest to Arthur, more than his brother Rafael Noles Miguel. He knew him all too well and cared for him rather deeply, they bonded far better than anyone else. According to Deib, he always kept Mark at an arms length, too cautious for he was the closest to Ethan. Deib knew that Arthur's hatred towards Ethan was justifiable simply because Ethan was a jerk! A big one at that. He was the catalyst that kept them at bay and made sure that their friendship didn't crumble due to complex superiority. Deib also saw just how twisted and rotten Ethan was, he didn't understand how far he'd go or to what lengths he'd test all of them. He kept them in a compacted in a puppet box. Mark and Ethan understood each other even without words, he didn't seem to mind Ethan's unusual demeanor. Deib saw Ethan as impassive, someone who spoke to those he thought worthy of his time. Reasons why they stayed quite far was because of Ethan's unreadable behaviors' creeped them all out. That imperious character he had, that ego of his that was like a big egg in the room. Ethan was calm, having this look that Deib could classify as mysterious. He saw how Arthur was determined to approach Samantha and the mistake Deib did was encourage Arthur. Ethan being intelligent took things further, escalating them in directions none of them saw coming. In addition, Deib liked Grace, yet her attention was always on Ethan. Never realizing that Ethan toyed with her, played with her, enjoyed seeing how desperate she was, enthralled that he could do and get anything he wanted without doing anything. Just what kind of person was he? Ethan was guilty, he was guilty for toying with them, for hurting them, for manipulating them, for threatening them, for far worse he was guilty of emotional destruction. Deib once remembered the kind of sarcasm he'd used to describe Grace,
" A typical woman, beautiful with obvious brazen, all to a fault, thinking am completely enthralled by them to the point of insanity. A stunning woman who can't function without attention, such girls are only worthy for men with cute faces. Men such as yourself." He had said with this sudden amusement ,feigning innocence and he scrolled his phone as though he hadn't thrown an insult at him. Deib figured Ethan wasn't normal, he would refrain and make sure he and Arthur stayed away from him by all means possible. His malice and dislike were like a syringe filled with venom; the instant one shot was given, your entire world comes crumbling, covered in darkness and you skin into his board of chess without realizing it. Ethan had horrid thoughts, he was inhumane however, no one could tell because his face was beautiful, handsome, cute and angelic. Who would judge such a boy?