You hated Arthur. Well, not really. You hated the way you loved him. He looked so perfect to you with his tanned skin, toned body, his perfectly messy hair. He was perfect in every way, but you were a man and so was he. It wasn't meant to be, at least in your mind.

"You okay over there, cowpoke?" He questions as you stared at him, lost in your own thoughts. You immediately felt embarrassed, being caught staring at him. He was just within reach, yet you couldn't have him.