Macaron's

by Senny Adequate

A short FraNada. Songfic, Always by Panic! At The Disco. ". A blonde-haired, lavender-eyed boy thought to himself, lazily, as he twirled his finger's, breathing out soft, frozen breath's into the misty air. He was meeting someone."

When the world get's too heavy..

Put it on my back, I'll be your levy.

You are taking me apart,

Like bad glue on a get well card.

I'm so used to it by now. Nobody know's me, not even Kumataro. A blonde-haired, lavender-eyed boy thought to himself, lazily, as he twirled his finger's, breathing out soft, frozen breath's into the misty air. He was meeting someone. Or, atleast, he was supposed to be.

Stood up. I believe that's the expression. He thought, hopelessly, as he found his soft eye's brimming with tear's. So stupid. I'm so stupid. Why am I crying over such a .. Such a frenchman?

I'm a fly that's trapped,

In a web..

But I'm thinking that,

My spider's dead,

Oh, lonely, lonely little life,

I could kid myself,

Thinking that I'm fine.

"Oh, malheur à moi. Je vous ai fait attendre?" A voice, tender, and soft echoed throughout the snowy street, an accent thick with romance, and weary year's. "Mathieu, I am so sorry, for keeping you waiting." A blonde man, with gleaming blue eye's sighed, heavily as he held up a bag, limp from the cold, which, printed upon the front of the bag, said; "Pierre Hermé," a well known French bakery.

"I stopped to grab us some macaron's."

It was always you,

Falling for me..

Now there's always time,

Calling for me.