"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME, YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" a young boy of about 7 years with ocean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair taunted to what seemed like midair.

"Young man, if you don't slow down right now, you might trip and hurt yourself!"

"I wouldn't worry, because I know that if I do trip and hurt myself, you'll be there to the rescue and aid me, right? You'll be my hero!"

The unseen entity chuckled. "Well, I guess you can say I was sent down here for that reason, yes."

"Al, c'mon! If you continue to play around with your friend, Sir Invisible, over there-"

"Hey, he has a name! It's Arthur!" Alfred pouted angrily.

" 'Arthur', right. Sure. Anyway, we're gonna miss the bus if you don't call it off!"

"OK, Mattie! Well, you heard him. C'mon, Artie! He doesn't want us to be late!"

Matthew groaned angrily and facepalmed. "Why do I even bother?"

And with that, the school bus stopped by their house and the two boys- three if you count Arthur- hopped on.

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•ғroм тнeιr нoυѕe•

"Ayiana*! There he goes again with his 'Arthur' shenanigans!"

"Oh, Cheveyo**. Just let the boy be! I bet it'll be just another phase in his life. Plus, I'm all for encouraging a child's imagination and crea-"

She heard him sigh a breath of relief. "Oh, good. At least Matthew's there to check him in with reality."

Ayiana looked outside the window and- for sure- Matthew was scolding him about Arthur again. She simply sighed at the scene.

"Cheveyo, dear, why do you put down Alfred so much? I mean, give the poor boy a break, already! He's only 7! He'll grow out of this as he grows older. Don't worry." She gave him a reasurring wife's smile.

Cheveyo sighed heavily and looked out the window as the kids hop onto the yellow school bus as it drives off.

"For his sake, I can only hope you're right..."

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*Ayiana
The name of my Native America OC

**Cheveyo
The name of my Nyo!Native America OC