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