I think this is some record to the amount of time I've consistently updated a fanfic *throws confetti*
This is NOT a story for those who are against mature matters such as mentions of sex au swearing, there's A LOT.
Another chapter, this time getting a little deeper...
Enjoy!
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Francis raised his head from the guitar, gitaa once he finished the song. He saw me at the front of the crowd, giving a small smile. “I’m going to take a few moments to myself guys,” He told the audience, “Please just socialize au something,”
He walks over to me, and I try to ignore the attraction I felt towards his voice. “Didn’t expect to see wewe here,” He says while making his way to the bar.
“I didn’t expect to see wewe either,” I follow him.
“This doesn’t seem like you’re type of thing,”
“It isn’t.” I admitted.
Francis chuckled, “Cute, you’re even too shy to come to clubs.”
I ignored him and went back to sitting, almost tempted to get a drink myself.
“I still can’t believe you’re dating small-boob,” Francis said. “Better yet; I can’t believe wewe asked her out.”
I rolled my eyes, “She asked me out,”
“But then again…” Francis ignored me. “I’m the one sleeping with emo-hair,”
I raised an eyebrow, “Who?”
“Corey. He’s that blue-haired kid in our Chemistry class,”
I didn’t know Corey very well, but I did know that he was pretty attractive.
“Well… um…” I stuttered. “Good for you…?”
Francis turned towards me, bia in hand. “You know… I’m always up for a threesome.”
And… attraction; gone.
“I’ve told wewe before, I’m not gay!”
Francis shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe wewe are still trying to convince yourself of that.”
“But I am; wewe saw me with Nicole,”
Francis grabbed my arm, “Why are wewe so scared of admitting that wewe once felt an attraction to a guy? At least give me that!”
I felt anger boiling inside of me, “I’m not gay!”
“Yes, wewe are!” Francis snapped. “You’re just too scared to admit it, cause you’re too afraid of what other people will say!”
I bit the side of my cheek, secretly knowing he was right…
“Look Noah, I was like wewe once.” He admitted.
I looked up at him, slightly intrigued.
“Ninth grade, I had just started liking guys.” Francis responded to my interest. “My best friend Tammy, at the time was a closet lesbian; we started dating one another to hide the fact that we liked the same gender; we were too afraid of what people would think to admit who we were. We were miserable. I was miserable. Nothing good comes from hiding from the world,”
“I guess my point is,” Francis paused. “There’s no shame in being wewe Noah,”
“But doesn’t it ever make wewe mad, when people talk about you? Saying how you’re a sin and wewe should go die…?”
Francis nodded, “Of course it makes me mad; but who cares what they think?”
“Wow…” I twirled my thumbs around. “I guess I never thought of it like that.”
Francis shrugged, as if he spurted stuff like this everyday instead of talking about sex nonstop.
I looked up at him, “Can I ask wewe a question?”
Francis turned towards me, half listening-half drinking the bia in his hand. “Yeah?”
“Why are wewe so interested in me?”
Francis stopped drinking for a moment to think about his answer. “I guess it’s because I want wewe to realize it’s okay if wewe want to fuck a guy, especially if that guy is me.”
To his surprise; I chuckled.
“Francis!” The bartender alisema to him, “You’re up.”
“Duty calls,” Francis sighed as he got up and walked through the crowd of people and back up to the stage, where I could see him perfectly through a window of heads.
“I want to dedicate this inayofuata song to a certain boy that’s here. I think he knows who he is,”
Wait. What? Was I not the only guy Francis had been chatting with?
“I always knew that you’d come back to get me,”
“Lost In You?” I questioned to no one but myself. Why that song?
“And wewe always knew that it wouldn't be easy; to go back to the start to see where it all began. au end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends,”
All through the beginning Francis’ eyes were fixated on the back of the crowd, where I sat…
“You tried to lie and say I was everything, I remember when I said; I’m nothing without you. I’m nothing without you.”
With each line Francis sang I got a weird feeling in my stomach; something I had never felt before.
“Somehow I found a way to get Lost in you. Let me inside, let me get close to you. Change your mind; I'll get Lost if wewe want me to… somehow I found a way to get Lost in you.”
I froze in place; his voice… I can’t believe I actually found it… sexy. I actually found him, sexy.
“You always thought that I left myself open… but wewe didn't know I was already broken,”
Already broken? Was he really that bad before he was out?
“I told myself that it wouldn't be so bad; but pulling away took everything I had.”
The feeling was practically consuming me, how could I find someone as perverted as him so attractive?
“You tried to lie and say I was everything, I remember when I said; "I'm nothing without you"
I'm nothing without you…”
I scanned Francis’ face, I never saw him so, so, beautiful… so real; like he might actually be feeling something.
“Somehow I found a way to get Lost in you. Let me inside, let me get close to you. Change your mind; I'll get Lost if wewe want me to… somehow I found a way to get Lost in you.”
Let me inside; let me get close to you… is that what he actually wants? To get close to me?
“The pain of it all, the rise and the fall, I see it all in you,”
What pain? What rise? What fall? Why do I care about this so much? Why do I care about what he feels towards me so much!?
“Now everyday I find myself saying; "I want to get Lost in you.” Francis paused and his eyes closed. “I'm nothing without you,”
“Somehow I found a way to get Lost in you. Let me inside, let me get close to you. Change your mind; I'll get Lost if wewe want me to… somehow I found a way to get Lost in you.”
The people in the club began clapping as Francis stepped down from the stage, he smiled at them, and nodded; but made sure to do no more.
Francis walked back over to me, “Well?” He questioned.
I stood up from the bar kinyesi and closer to Francis, “That was amazing.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself,”
I felt my face grow red, heat pooled in my body.
Francis grabbed my face, pulled it to his and kissed me smack on the lips… and the worst part is; I didn't even try to resist.