"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not even bothering to keep score for your friends.
You saw two guys standing there. One was blond and had a strand of hair curling outwards in a funny way, had blue eyes, and was wearing glasses, a shirt and bomber jacket with the number 50 on the back, jeans and a pair of sneakers. The other was also blond, but dressed in a much more dignified way, had a pair of emerald green eyes and the bushiest eyebrows you've ever seen, but you figured that it seemed to suit him.
"Hey, earth to (Name), you there?" called out (Friend 2) as she waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your staring.
"W-Wha? Oh, I'm fine." you replied back.
"What were you staring at?"
"Is it that boy over there with the freakin' huge eyebrows?" questioned (Friend 1), quite loudly might I add.
"Shh! He'll hear you you idiot!"
"Oops! Sorry (Name)! Anyway, go talk to him~!"
"What? I don't even kn-Hey!" you yelled, as all three of your friends pushed you forward, making you bump into him.
"I'm sorry!" you apologized immediately, balancing yourself.
"It's quite alright love. Are you fine?" he asked with a British accent.
You were about to reply but then a yell interrupted you.
"Yes! The hero won again!"
"…I'm fine," you sighed, "It's just that arcades annoy me so much."
"True. I would rather be at home reading a good book." he agreed.
"Finally someone who gets it!" you said.
The two of you were just getting to the topic about your favourite books before interrupted…again.
"Hey Artie! I'm hungry, let's go get some food!" he cheered while you giggled.
"Artie?" you questioned.
"Quit calling me that!" he yelled at his friend before turning to you, "Actually it's Arthur. The git over there is named Alfred. How about you?"
"Quit with the introductions! Artie, let's go to McDonalds!"
"Fine!!" he screamed, accidentally getting a lot of attention, "So (Name), do you want to come along?" he asked you, extending his hand out.
You looked at your friends, and seeing them giving you encouraging nods and small "Go for it!" gestures made you smile.
Turning back to Arthur, you accepted his offer and grabbed his hand, feeling warmth radiating from it.
'Hey, maybe arcades aren't so bad.'