This summer had been one of the best of his life. He knew he couldn’t stay long because of the constant moving of the gang, but he still enjoyed it immensely. Now, he stand at a sociable, with you, one of his firsts friends that was around his age.

Eventually, you managed to pull him onto the dance floor and he chuckled nervously. “Ah.. I’m not too sure I can dance, honestly.” Arthur said as he rubbed the back of his neck, his country accent thick in his voice.