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