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