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