"I don't want to do this."
Francis smirked. Arthur glared. He hated the way that that guy could just...smile, grin, so casually, without having to worry about revealing a mouth full of metal or uneven teeth. Sometimes people were just lucky, he thought with an internal sigh. Very, very lucky.
Francis Bonnefoy, tall, handsome and a hopeless romantic. A little too romantic for Arthur's tastes. Especially now.
They were locked in his room, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Arthur wished, suddenly, that he didn't have so many band posters up, and that his walla hadn't been painted such a depressing black. His face was tinged red, his eyes too green for his head as they darted around, trying to fix on something.
Francis sniggered and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on," he smiled, pushing back a few blonde curls from his face. "It's just a little, quick peck. For the school play, of course." He laughed again. He sounded so French that Arthur felt ill.
Arthur groaned and wiped his face quickly, patting down his messy hair and coughing into fist.
"You do know I'm only doing this because they decided to actually make me have to KISS the prince. Shame that you aren't a frog prince though, Francis."
Arthur had a secret passion for acting and he was finally embracing it. He had to admit, he was less than thrilled to be cast as a swooning princess in the school play - a role that called for an authentic British accent, a pretty face and a convincing wig.
"It's sad, really," Francis mused, waving his hand in the air. "That at fifteen you still haven't had your first kiss. Why, when I was merely thirteen I participated in a most enjoyable evening with a girl from Peru, and we-"
"Shut up! Just kiss me already, we haven't got all night!" Arthur could could feel blood begin to flourish underneath his cheeks.
A lazy grin worked its way onto Francis's lips and he leant forward a little. His curls brushed Arthur's cheeks and the boy swallowed. He noticed that Francis's eyes were very, very blue. No, not blue, violet? Maybe even purple? Was his mind just playing tricks on him? Probably.
All in an instant, the two were kissing. Francis was surprisingly gentle, lightly touching the back of Arthur's head.
He tasted of smoke. Gross, but Arthur could deal with it. His mouth was so warm...
Francis pulled away and grinned, bowing his head only to quickly flip it up, his curls bouncing. He giggled, staring at Arthur's pink cheeks and starry eyes.
"G-go away, you nob"" he mumbled, drawing his knees to his chest and looking away.
"It was good, non?"
Arthur paused, making a soft humming noise in his throat.
"Y...es..."
"Well, we have more practice to do tomorrow. See you after drama, Arthur."
Francis went to shut the door, but Arthur started, sitting up quickly. "I-I was thinking, maybe I didn't get the hang of it this time? Not quite?" Artur blurted. "S-so we could practice again...if you want..."
Francis raised his eyebrows. "Oh really..?"
Arthur gritted his teeth and threw a pillow in the boy's direction. "Shut up!"
Francis smirked. Arthur glared.
