Author's Note: Constructive criticism is good, but I will be extremely pissed if I get any more flames *that means you, Tobias Darkwalker*. Flames are incredibly stupid and hurtful, and there's absolutely no point to them. Please spare my feelings, and stop writing them.
Francis Did What?! Part 1
"Oh man. Is it morning already?" Francis groaned. He sat up and squinted angrily at the bright sunlight that was streaming in through the window. His roommate, Stanley, yanked the covers off of him.
"Yes it's morning. And if you don't get your butt out of bed soon, Spangler will kill you. Class is starting in 5 minutes, and you can't afford to be late again," Stanley grabbed his books, and walked out of the room.
"5 minutes? I can't believe I overslept for so long!" Wearily, Francis rushed to get dressed.
As soon as Francis stood up, he felt so dizzy that he had to lie down. The everyday noises at Marlin Academy pounded loudly through his brain like a jackhammer. The sunshine made him wince. Francis had never felt so hung over in his life.
"I never should have gone to that kegger," he muttered to himself. Nevertheless, Francis was forced to get up and drag his weary body to class.
Francis slid into the seat next to Stanley a few seconds after the bell rang. The teacher gave him a withering look, but continued with the lesson. Francis let out a sigh of relief, happy that he wouldn't get into trouble.
"You shouldn't have had so much beer last night. You're too wild. When are you ever going to settle down?" patronized Stanley.
"I don't know. Probably never." Francis threw an angelic smile at the teacher, who shook his head and went on lecturing.
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By the next weekend, Francis had forgotten all about his awful hangover, and was ready to party again. His friend Aaron had told Francis that his parents would be away for the weekend, so Aaron was throwing a huge party in his parent's mansion.
Francis was glad that his room was on the first floor of the academy. It made it easy for sneaking out. At 11:00, Francis carefully pushed open the window, and glided noiselessly outside. He shut the window, and looked in to make that Stanley was sleeping. He was, so Francis would have no trouble getting caught and berated.
When Francis arrived at Aaron's mansion, the party was in full swing. Rap music and bright lights were blaring out the front door. A girl was throwing up loudly in the bushes, and one of the seniors who attended Marlin Academy was running around the yard in nothing but his birthday suit.
Francis pushed his way inside, and was immediately handed a cup of beer. He downed it in one sip and went over to the keg to get another. Francis stopped dead in his tracks on his way to the keg.
Sitting on a couch, talking and laughing with her friends, was the most beautiful girl Francis had ever seen. Her golden hair made her look like an angel. The turquoise eyes sparkled, and danced with mirth.
The girl turned around and saw Francis. Her breath caught in her throat. Francis felt like he was going to faint, now that he had seen her beauty head on. The two people were completely oblivious to anything else that going on around them.
Francis gulped vociferously, and ambled over to her. "Hi, I'm Francis."
"I'm Blaire," the girl smiled, and Francis felt his knees go weak.
It was love at first sight.
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"You know Blaire, these past weeks have been the best of my life," Francis grinned up at his girlfriend. Blaire beamed, and leaned over to kiss him.
"Mine too. It's like we're meant for each other," cooed Blaire.
"I know exactly what you mean. I love you." The happy couple kissed again. Francis felt like he was the luckiest man alive. "You make me feel like I could do anything! Even something completely crazy!"
"Like what, Francis?"
"Well, I'm sure how to say this, but," Francis mustered up all of his courage, "Blaire, will you marry me?"