~ I'm Falling ~
A/N: Hello lovelies, Mono here. This pairing... Let's just say I ship it a lot now. Anyway, on with the fic. Francis x Mary. High School AU. Short Drabble.
Somebody Loves Me Back
She didn't think she'd ever find someone to love her back. I mean, who would? She had dulled eyes and was constantly made fun of and shunned for her childish demeanor. There was also her unusual love for creepy dolls and painting roses. But despite her giggly outlook on life, if she were to name her biggest desire it'd be for her to be loved. As such, you could imagine her great joy and surprise when she met him, Francis, the boy who loved her back.
He'd only been in their school for a week, but they were already dating. The very moment she met the French transfer student, she fell in love. He had a sensual, thick accent weighing down every word and his cascading hair appeared like silk. She observed him more, and his adorable personality became quite apparent. He always tried, and succeeded, to look elegant and high-class. However, after school he would be in the art room, painting with his hair in a messy ponytail.
She observed him, his actions, the small ones, the big ones. She thought he didn't and would never notice her, but she was wrong. That day she was in art class, painting a large maroon blue rose. She never found out why, but she's always loved roses. Plus, her favourite colour was blue. That was when he came over and their eyes met for the first time. He complimented her painting technique before moving on to several flirtatious remarks. She giggled, overjoyed on the inside. He showcased the drawing he was working on, title Abyss Of The Deep. She knew he was painting this already though.
That was one of their first encounters, and it slowly blossomed into a full-blown friendship. They were by each other everyday and they got to know more about each other. They shared everything from smoothies to texts at 5 a.m. It was a dream friendship. She didn't need anything else and neither did he. They were happy.
Their first kiss wasn't at a movie theater or in the pouring rain. No, their first kiss was in the cramped art room after school, when everyone had gone home. They were throwing paints at each other and ruining the canvases. Their first kiss was far from perfect yet so much more perfect at the same time. Lips splattered in red and blue paint and clothes damp with murky water from the palette.
And that was when they started in a serious relationship. One that lasted through all four seasons and all 364 days. One that lasted through the dark times. One that lasted forever.
Because she really loved him, and he loved her back.