Out of pure rage, you punched the nearest object to you; which happened to be a mailbox. You quickly regretted it not only because you had left a nice dent in it, but your knuckles were also bleeding. "SHIT!" You screamed, and stumbled backwards. Apparently your misfortune didn't stop there, as you tripped over a rock, and fell backwards. Instead of hitting the ground like you expected, you felt a pair of arms holding you up.
"Ohonhon, Mon Cherie, you should be more careful non? You could hurt yourself~" A very flamboyant voice said. You looked up to see none other than Francis staring down at you.
You allowed Francis to help you stand up on your feet again. "Thanks Francis." You said to the Frenchman. Despite his perverted tendencies, he was like a big brother to you. A big brother that would on occasion try to grope you, resulting in him earning himself a nice smack in the face.
He smiled and did his signature wink and kiss move. "It was my pleasure Mon Cherie~! But you really should be more careful. You could damage your beautiful face non?"
"Sorry, I was just mad." You said and sat down on a nearby bench.
Francis sat down next to you and smiled. "What has you so troubled Mon Cherie?"
Deciding that it was best to let him console you willingly, instead of risking him following you home and bugging you until you let him, you began to unload. "It's Arthur. He's so ignorant to my feelings for him, so the other night he was flirting it up with a drunk chick in the pub." Your face began twitching with anger as you continued. "He stood up and reached towards me so I smacked him and drove off. I haven't ever been so mad at him in my entire life. And to make matters worse, I was in a coffee shop with Daisy and Alfred and Arthur walked in. Arthur was moping about like there was nothing he could do to make me forgive him." You finished, and mumbled a few curses under your breath.
"It sounds to me that you are just as ignorant as he, non?" Francis commented.
"What was that?" You turned to him, the anger evident in your face.
"Did you ever think how Arthur felt about you?" He said, not intimidated by your fury at all.
Your anger quickly turned to confusion. "What do you mean?"
Francis stood up and ran off, shouting at you from over his shoulder. "Figure it out Mon Cherie~!"
"WHAT THE HELL YOU FRENCH BASTARD! GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER ME!" You shouted after him, but he was long gone.
Sighing in defeat, you walked the rest of the way home.
After doctoring your bleeding knuckles you picked up the phone to call Daisy. You were halfway through dialing her number when you realized something. 'What if Arthur is over there again? I can't talk to him, it will only make things worse.'
Sighing in defeat you set down the phone and pulled out your cell. You sent Daisy a quick text to call you. After turning on the T.V and flipping through the channels you opened your DVR. Your mood improved when you saw that you had a few new 'World's Dumbest' episodes recorded.
This episode was another 'World's Dumbest Partiers' where a group of friends at an auto-shop in Russia prank their friend by having him sit on a stack of tires with an airbag underneath. You cracked up when the man flew up into the air after one guy purposely set off the airbag. Before you knew it, you had dozed off on the couch in the middle of the episode.