by ~FantasyFanatic-M on deviantarts
bạn never were big on the whole 'love' concept. Your parents, loving as they were towards you, went through a nasty divorce that started on the ngày of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; bạn thought she was on boy number 13, at least if your numbers were correct. At least so far this guy seemed decent enough.
It wasn't that bạn didn't think tình yêu really existed, oh no. There were surely picture-perfect marriages out there. After all, your grandparents had been the very personification of such things; they were highschool sweethearts and married after graduation, having heaven knows how many happy, love-filled years together without that tình yêu fading… bạn just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior năm of highschool, and bạn had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, bạn had never dated, nor had bạn ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, hoặc TV shows bạn particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, bạn certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and bạn never planned to. It was lunch on yet another tedious school day, and you'd really been hoping to have a quiet time to eat and read. However, fate seemed to have other ideas.
"Ma chère ______, bạn look lovely as ever~"
bạn groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. bạn didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly bạn had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave bạn alone. Naturally, that meant the other two of his 'BTT' group, whatever that stood for, tagged along as well.
"Kesesese, happy to see the awesome me, _______?" Gilbert questioned, taking the chair to your right. Antonio took the ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will bạn leave me alone?" The albino boy blinked, seemingly surprised, before he let out that trademark laugh of his once again,
"You know that's not going to happen, ______!"
"What are bạn reading, chica?" Antonio questioned, and Francis grabbed the book from your
hand, closing it (and effectively losing your place) to look at the cover.
"Fable'aven? Another fantaisie book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose thêm romantic novels…" bạn couldn't help but let out a disbelieving snort at such a notion, and Gilbert looked at you,
"What was that?"
"Sorry… That's just… amusing. I hate romance novels."
"Qué? Why?"
"Oh please, they're the biggest pieces of mushy, sappy crap I've ever read. Like I'd be interested in something so unrealistic," bạn stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at bạn like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? bạn do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he đã đưa ý kiến that, bạn paused. Dang. bạn hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. bạn really couldn't lie at this point, and bạn shook your head slightly.
"Well, not exactly… I just don't find it realistic with me."
"Surely you've-"
"No. I have not dated, kissed anyone, felt romantically attached to someone who wasn't a family member, hoặc whatever câu hỏi bạn plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" bạn snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered bởi Francis taking hold of your hand, and pulling lightly so you'd face him. He flashed a dazzling smile, procuring a rose from goodness knows where,
"Now, zat simply won't do!" He winked suggestively, "Let me teach bạn ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
bạn sighed heavily, and looked down at your hand, still tight in his grasp. "You're not going to let me go until I say yes, I'm guessing?"
"Oui."
"…Fine." At this point the girls at some of the nearby lunch tables were shooting bạn death glares. Did bạn mention how much they hated bạn for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving bạn another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call bạn after school zen, oui?" The chuông, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave bạn with the rose he'd been holding. bạn looked at it, then rolled your eyes, making sure to toss it in the trashcan on your way out of the cafeteria. Well wasn't this just wonderful.
--
A few hours later, bạn were in the thư viện doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer tiếp theo to you. He didn't say anything at first, just logged on and avoided looking at you. Finally he managed to work up the nerve to question, "What was that bloody display during lunch about?"
bạn paused. Arthur had been Những người bạn with bạn since bạn first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and bạn shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that bạn couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." bạn looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as bạn knew them; bạn figured he'd react badly to it.
"You didn't…"
"I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, he had a death grip on my hand."
"Bloody wanker, I can't believe him! bạn do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he đã đưa ý kiến that, bạn looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, bạn returned your attention back to the screen of your computer, thinking that over as Arthur went to get a book. This was going to SUCK. After a moment, an idea came to mind, and when he sat down once more, bạn gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because bạn hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and bạn frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and bạn immediately flopped onto the đi văng on arrival of your home, "Only two thêm days…" Yes, bạn were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the tiếp theo weekend. What could bạn say, any time to sleep in was time bạn liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and bạn waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before bạn hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when bạn đã đưa ý kiến you'd call after school bạn weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got trang chủ though?"
"Non, bạn are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole ngày thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick bạn up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," bạn grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. bạn had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty phút too much time..." bạn didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and bạn went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are bạn doing here, I thought bạn were staying after with Ludwig for track…" bạn stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and bạn facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard bạn were going on a ngày with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help bạn get ready!"
"Wait, Feli, I don't think that's a good ide-" Too late. The enthusiasm had taken over him, and he darted inside, managing to snag your hand and yank bạn along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make bạn look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping bạn down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do bạn even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" bạn questioned, and he looked back at you.
"Feliks taught me! Plus, if I know how to do this stuff, I get to be around pretty girls all the time when I graduate!" bạn chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So bạn think you're going to go into the makeup business so bạn can be around pretty girls? Don't bạn think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do bạn have any dresses, _____? I never see bạn in dresses, just those fancy shirts sometimes and t-shirts…"
"Yes, I have a couple dresses. I just don't like wearing them that much."
"Then bạn should surprise him bởi wearing one! This one!" He yanked out a dress and held it out in front of him. Admittedly, he'd made a pretty darn good choice. It was purple, a silky, but thicker, fabric, and… thêm low-cut than bạn felt comfortable wearing. That was why it had never been removed from the closet before now, to be honest.
"Oh… Feli, it's pretty and all, but I really don't like the… erm.." bạn gestured to the cổ áo of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress bạn have isn't as pretty, and don't bạn want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave bạn sure did. bạn sighed, relenting,
"Fine; but just this once."
"Vee~ yay! Go get changed then, _____!"
--
You'd never spent this much time getting ready for anything. EVER. The four hours were almost gone, and Feliciano was only JUST putting on the 'finishing touches'. Although it amused bạn to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, bạn managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed đã đưa ý kiến pretty girls were with his work, to how excited he was to get to flirt with the pretty girls and be flirted back at because of that. Finally, though, he stepped back.
"Ho finito!" he exclaimed cheerfully, and bạn glanced into the mirror. bạn had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, bạn thought bạn were pretty, but never had bạn thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how bạn saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise bạn to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about bạn going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging bạn slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, bạn felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a ngày before. After taking a preparatory breath, bạn hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at bạn for a moment, until bạn felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." bạn didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which bạn responded with a blush. He led bạn over to his car, and off the two of bạn went.
--
bạn had to admit, bạn were impressed with how this ngày went. Sure, it was just a movie, but he took special care to make sure it was something you'd enjoy watching. He was affectionate, like taking your hand, draping his arm over your shoulder (although bạn had to admit bạn shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving bạn that look… As if he had eyes only for bạn when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought bạn liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" bạn đã đưa ý kiến to him, standing on your porch. He grinned, and again procured a rose from nowhere, offering it to you.
"It was my pleasure, _____..." He winked at you, "Don't throw zis one away, s'il vous plait."
Now, bạn thought that was it, and bạn nodded as bạn took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun bạn around to face him and pushed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, and your face immediately turned a dark shade of red. He didn't stay in that position long, knowing bạn were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving bạn a cocky smile.
"Your first Kiss is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before bạn could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew bạn a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly bạn raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, bạn could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
bạn never were big on the whole 'love' concept. Your parents, loving as they were towards you, went through a nasty divorce that started on the ngày of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; bạn thought she was on boy number 13, at least if your numbers were correct. At least so far this guy seemed decent enough.
It wasn't that bạn didn't think tình yêu really existed, oh no. There were surely picture-perfect marriages out there. After all, your grandparents had been the very personification of such things; they were highschool sweethearts and married after graduation, having heaven knows how many happy, love-filled years together without that tình yêu fading… bạn just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior năm of highschool, and bạn had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, bạn had never dated, nor had bạn ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, hoặc TV shows bạn particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, bạn certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and bạn never planned to. It was lunch on yet another tedious school day, and you'd really been hoping to have a quiet time to eat and read. However, fate seemed to have other ideas.
"Ma chère ______, bạn look lovely as ever~"
bạn groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. bạn didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly bạn had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave bạn alone. Naturally, that meant the other two of his 'BTT' group, whatever that stood for, tagged along as well.
"Kesesese, happy to see the awesome me, _______?" Gilbert questioned, taking the chair to your right. Antonio took the ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will bạn leave me alone?" The albino boy blinked, seemingly surprised, before he let out that trademark laugh of his once again,
"You know that's not going to happen, ______!"
"What are bạn reading, chica?" Antonio questioned, and Francis grabbed the book from your
hand, closing it (and effectively losing your place) to look at the cover.
"Fable'aven? Another fantaisie book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose thêm romantic novels…" bạn couldn't help but let out a disbelieving snort at such a notion, and Gilbert looked at you,
"What was that?"
"Sorry… That's just… amusing. I hate romance novels."
"Qué? Why?"
"Oh please, they're the biggest pieces of mushy, sappy crap I've ever read. Like I'd be interested in something so unrealistic," bạn stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at bạn like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? bạn do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he đã đưa ý kiến that, bạn paused. Dang. bạn hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. bạn really couldn't lie at this point, and bạn shook your head slightly.
"Well, not exactly… I just don't find it realistic with me."
"Surely you've-"
"No. I have not dated, kissed anyone, felt romantically attached to someone who wasn't a family member, hoặc whatever câu hỏi bạn plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" bạn snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered bởi Francis taking hold of your hand, and pulling lightly so you'd face him. He flashed a dazzling smile, procuring a rose from goodness knows where,
"Now, zat simply won't do!" He winked suggestively, "Let me teach bạn ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
bạn sighed heavily, and looked down at your hand, still tight in his grasp. "You're not going to let me go until I say yes, I'm guessing?"
"Oui."
"…Fine." At this point the girls at some of the nearby lunch tables were shooting bạn death glares. Did bạn mention how much they hated bạn for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving bạn another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call bạn after school zen, oui?" The chuông, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave bạn with the rose he'd been holding. bạn looked at it, then rolled your eyes, making sure to toss it in the trashcan on your way out of the cafeteria. Well wasn't this just wonderful.
--
A few hours later, bạn were in the thư viện doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer tiếp theo to you. He didn't say anything at first, just logged on and avoided looking at you. Finally he managed to work up the nerve to question, "What was that bloody display during lunch about?"
bạn paused. Arthur had been Những người bạn with bạn since bạn first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and bạn shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that bạn couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." bạn looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as bạn knew them; bạn figured he'd react badly to it.
"You didn't…"
"I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, he had a death grip on my hand."
"Bloody wanker, I can't believe him! bạn do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he đã đưa ý kiến that, bạn looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, bạn returned your attention back to the screen of your computer, thinking that over as Arthur went to get a book. This was going to SUCK. After a moment, an idea came to mind, and when he sat down once more, bạn gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because bạn hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and bạn frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and bạn immediately flopped onto the đi văng on arrival of your home, "Only two thêm days…" Yes, bạn were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the tiếp theo weekend. What could bạn say, any time to sleep in was time bạn liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and bạn waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before bạn hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when bạn đã đưa ý kiến you'd call after school bạn weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got trang chủ though?"
"Non, bạn are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole ngày thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick bạn up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," bạn grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. bạn had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty phút too much time..." bạn didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and bạn went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are bạn doing here, I thought bạn were staying after with Ludwig for track…" bạn stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and bạn facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard bạn were going on a ngày with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help bạn get ready!"
"Wait, Feli, I don't think that's a good ide-" Too late. The enthusiasm had taken over him, and he darted inside, managing to snag your hand and yank bạn along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make bạn look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping bạn down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do bạn even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" bạn questioned, and he looked back at you.
"Feliks taught me! Plus, if I know how to do this stuff, I get to be around pretty girls all the time when I graduate!" bạn chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So bạn think you're going to go into the makeup business so bạn can be around pretty girls? Don't bạn think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do bạn have any dresses, _____? I never see bạn in dresses, just those fancy shirts sometimes and t-shirts…"
"Yes, I have a couple dresses. I just don't like wearing them that much."
"Then bạn should surprise him bởi wearing one! This one!" He yanked out a dress and held it out in front of him. Admittedly, he'd made a pretty darn good choice. It was purple, a silky, but thicker, fabric, and… thêm low-cut than bạn felt comfortable wearing. That was why it had never been removed from the closet before now, to be honest.
"Oh… Feli, it's pretty and all, but I really don't like the… erm.." bạn gestured to the cổ áo of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress bạn have isn't as pretty, and don't bạn want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave bạn sure did. bạn sighed, relenting,
"Fine; but just this once."
"Vee~ yay! Go get changed then, _____!"
--
You'd never spent this much time getting ready for anything. EVER. The four hours were almost gone, and Feliciano was only JUST putting on the 'finishing touches'. Although it amused bạn to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, bạn managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed đã đưa ý kiến pretty girls were with his work, to how excited he was to get to flirt with the pretty girls and be flirted back at because of that. Finally, though, he stepped back.
"Ho finito!" he exclaimed cheerfully, and bạn glanced into the mirror. bạn had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, bạn thought bạn were pretty, but never had bạn thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how bạn saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise bạn to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about bạn going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging bạn slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, bạn felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a ngày before. After taking a preparatory breath, bạn hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at bạn for a moment, until bạn felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." bạn didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which bạn responded with a blush. He led bạn over to his car, and off the two of bạn went.
--
bạn had to admit, bạn were impressed with how this ngày went. Sure, it was just a movie, but he took special care to make sure it was something you'd enjoy watching. He was affectionate, like taking your hand, draping his arm over your shoulder (although bạn had to admit bạn shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving bạn that look… As if he had eyes only for bạn when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought bạn liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" bạn đã đưa ý kiến to him, standing on your porch. He grinned, and again procured a rose from nowhere, offering it to you.
"It was my pleasure, _____..." He winked at you, "Don't throw zis one away, s'il vous plait."
Now, bạn thought that was it, and bạn nodded as bạn took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun bạn around to face him and pushed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, and your face immediately turned a dark shade of red. He didn't stay in that position long, knowing bạn were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving bạn a cocky smile.
"Your first Kiss is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before bạn could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew bạn a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly bạn raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, bạn could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
