Franada Proof
"America-san, why are we breaking in to your brother's house?" Kiku whispered as I pulled Mattie's window open.
"Shh! Operation Find Out Who Mattie's Dating is ago!" I hissed back, sliding into the house. Kiku followed, sighing.
We tip-toed through the dark halls, peering around corners. Mattie was out for the night, but one couldn't be too careful. "Alfred-san, I will take his study."
"Sure thing, man. I got his bedroom," we separated, moving silently in opposite directions. His bedroom was cold and dark, a bit like a cave. I turned on my flashlight, heading towards his closet first.
I took time and care taking things out. Honestly, he keeps his room way too clean! But what can you do, right? I began to get bored. There was nothing! I hoped Kiku found something.
That's when I found the note. Curious, I opened one. 'Why France Should Look Only At Me:
1.) I'm not only after sex.
2.) I think he's funny. And sexy.
3.) Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean anything.' There was at least ten reasons on the first page. Snickering, I placed them in my bag one by one. Next to them, there was an Iphone. I clicked it on. 'I am ... locked.' Well, shit. I quickly put in Francis's birth date. Wrong.
Mine? Wrong.
His? Right. I scrolled through his messages, finding a few from Gilbert but most from Francis. It went something like this:
'F: Bonjour, mon cheri~! R u still coming 2nite?
M: of course!
F: Ah, you make me happy, honhonhon! XD
M: You better have lube.
F: I do, I do. Condoms, too, if you insist.
M: I insist. Don't want an STD, thnx.
F: I'm clean, mon cheri.
M: I know. XP You're fun to tease.'
Oh. My. God.
I found it.
The proof Franada does exist!
I just know burger angels are singing somewhere. I forwarded the messages to my phone, then went looking for Kiku.
ALIENSALIENSALIENSLADYGAGAISANALEINALEINSALIENSALI ENSSOISMICHAELJACKSONALIENSALEINSROCKRULEALIENSALE INSLOKIANDTHORBR
I sat in my study, chomping on gum, Mattie's book opened on my lap. Tony stood behind me, something other than video games finally catching his interest.
Popping the gum, I turned the page, finding a beautiful drawing stapled in to the book. It was, I discovered after a few seconds, a man and man having sex with each other. On the bottom in elegant script was "From Francis to mon Mattieu. Je t'amie, mon ami!"
Tony and I glanced at each other, eyes wide. He nodded slowly, and I began to smile widely.
This was totally going on the 'Net.
