by ~FantasyFanatic-M on deviantarts
u 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 dag of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; u 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 u didn't think love 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 love fading… u just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior jaar of highschool, and u had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, u had never dated, nor had u ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, of TV shows u particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, u certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and u 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 ______, u look lovely as ever~"
u groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. u didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly u had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave u 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 zitplaats, stoel volgende to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will u 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 u 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 fantasy book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose meer romantic novels…" u 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," u stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at u like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? u do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he zei that, u paused. Dang. u hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. u really couldn't lie at this point, and u 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, of whatever vraag u plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" u snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered door 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 u ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
u 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 u death glares. Did u mention how much they hated u for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving u another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call u after school zen, oui?" The klok, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave u with the rose he'd been holding. u 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, u were in the bibliotheek doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer volgende 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?"
u paused. Arthur had been vrienden with u since u first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and u shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that u couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." u looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as u knew them; u 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! u do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he zei that, u looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, u 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, u gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because u hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and u frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and u immediately flopped onto the divan, bank on arrival of your home, "Only two meer days…" Yes, u were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the volgende weekend. What could u say, any time to sleep in was time u liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and u waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before u hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when u zei you'd call after school u weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got home pagina though?"
"Non, u are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole datum thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick u up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," u grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. u had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty minuten too much time..." u didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and u went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are u doing here, I thought u were staying after with Ludwig for track…" u stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and u facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard u were going on a datum with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help u 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 u along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make u look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping u down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do u even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" u 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!" u chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So u think you're going to go into the makeup business so u can be around pretty girls? Don't u think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do u have any dresses, _____? I never see u 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 u should surprise him door 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… meer low-cut than u 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.." u gestured to the kraag of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress u have isn't as pretty, and don't u want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave u sure did. u 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 u to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, u managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed zei 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 u glanced into the mirror. u had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, u thought u were pretty, but never had u thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how u saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise u to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about u going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging u slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, u felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a datum before. After taking a preparatory breath, u hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at u for a moment, until u felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." u didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which u responded with a blush. He led u over to his car, and off the two of u went.
--
u had to admit, u were impressed with how this datum 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 u had to admit u shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving u that look… As if he had eyes only for u when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought u liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" u zei 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, u thought that was it, and u nodded as u took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun u 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 u were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving u a cocky smile.
"Your first kiss is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before u could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew u a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly u raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, u could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
u 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 dag of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; u 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 u didn't think love 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 love fading… u just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior jaar of highschool, and u had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, u had never dated, nor had u ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, of TV shows u particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, u certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and u 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 ______, u look lovely as ever~"
u groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. u didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly u had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave u 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 zitplaats, stoel volgende to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will u 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 u 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 fantasy book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose meer romantic novels…" u 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," u stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at u like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? u do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he zei that, u paused. Dang. u hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. u really couldn't lie at this point, and u 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, of whatever vraag u plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" u snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered door 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 u ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
u 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 u death glares. Did u mention how much they hated u for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving u another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call u after school zen, oui?" The klok, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave u with the rose he'd been holding. u 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, u were in the bibliotheek doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer volgende 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?"
u paused. Arthur had been vrienden with u since u first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and u shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that u couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." u looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as u knew them; u 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! u do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he zei that, u looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, u 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, u gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because u hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and u frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and u immediately flopped onto the divan, bank on arrival of your home, "Only two meer days…" Yes, u were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the volgende weekend. What could u say, any time to sleep in was time u liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and u waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before u hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when u zei you'd call after school u weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got home pagina though?"
"Non, u are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole datum thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick u up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," u grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. u had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty minuten too much time..." u didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and u went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are u doing here, I thought u were staying after with Ludwig for track…" u stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and u facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard u were going on a datum with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help u 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 u along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make u look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping u down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do u even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" u 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!" u chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So u think you're going to go into the makeup business so u can be around pretty girls? Don't u think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do u have any dresses, _____? I never see u 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 u should surprise him door 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… meer low-cut than u 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.." u gestured to the kraag of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress u have isn't as pretty, and don't u want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave u sure did. u 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 u to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, u managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed zei 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 u glanced into the mirror. u had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, u thought u were pretty, but never had u thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how u saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise u to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about u going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging u slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, u felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a datum before. After taking a preparatory breath, u hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at u for a moment, until u felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." u didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which u responded with a blush. He led u over to his car, and off the two of u went.
--
u had to admit, u were impressed with how this datum 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 u had to admit u shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving u that look… As if he had eyes only for u when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought u liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" u zei 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, u thought that was it, and u nodded as u took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun u 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 u were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving u a cocky smile.
"Your first kiss is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before u could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew u a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly u raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, u could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
