So, here's another story~. I am working on the ChinaXLiech request, I just needed to make this hehe. Ok, this one is based off a game I learned about when I got to high school. I wasn't dumb enough to agree before seeing it, but it is funny to show a new person. I was stuck between making this Spamano or FrUk, and it turned into FrUk. I hope you guys enjoy, maybe review~, and feel free to pass the game on bwaha.
Down the steps and to the right. Past the front of the cafeteria and head towards the music room. Those were the instructions Arthur was given, written on a note addressed to him laying on top of his backpack. In the last 10 minutes of fifth period, before the bell rang to send them home, he was writing. Not anything special or important, just thoughts. It's nice to see them on paper sometimes. He was frustrated, it seemed like everyone hated him. This guy he kinda liked was too dim to realize someone liked him. He was constantly complaining about being 'forever alone'. " You don't have to be Al, I'll be with you... I always have been,ya'know?"... If only he had the courage to tell him. Instead, he was writing about it in his notebook.
The warning bell rang, exactly 10 minutes before the end of school, and Arthur decided to give up for now. "There's no point getting sadder, you'll have no way of bringing yourself back up". He went to put his notebook away and there was the note, folded neatly and lying at an angle atop his bag. It had a very flourished 'Arthur Kirkland' written on it, and a femine scent, even from a foot away. Immediately curious, Arthur picked it up and opened it, scowling at it halfway down.
" Hello friend~. I know you're alone, and you would know I am, if you were paying attention. If you weren't then, do it now. Meet me after this class by the music room to the left. From this classroom it's down the steps and to the right. Go past the unusual students in front of the cafeteria and head toward the class. I'll meet you there as promptly as hallway traffic allows. Until then, enjoy class, from your favourite blonde."
It was written in too elaborate writing to be Al's, and too proper of grammar and sentence structure. However, he could have gotten help on it... Newly excited, Arthur finished putting his book away and hugged the backpack to himself, now watching the clock and wishing it could go faster. To burn time he reread the note, memorizing ththe words, the handwriting, even discreetly smelling it (when you've got something from your love, you'll cuddle it even.) . He looked around the classroom, finding the American boy talking to a few others, seemingly unconcerned about anything. 'How can he be so calm?'.
When the bell /finally/ rang for freedom, Arthur hurried out of the classroom, one of the first few out for the first time that school year. He ran into a nearby bathroom to make sure his hair was decently tidy. He rushed back out, making sure to head in the right direction. Down the steps, to the right, continuing on past the strange students in front of the cafeteria, onward to the music room. He got there and waited for a couple minutes, expecting that blonde ahoge to pop around the corner at any time. It didn't, though a different head of blonde locks came around, a smile on his face.
" Francis, go away, nobody wants to get raped today. Why are you even here? You're too old!" Arthur shouted down the short hallway to him. Francis didn't stop coming towards him, but his smile died slightly. " Ohh, don't be so harsh. Besides, if I weren't here, you wouldn't be right now either~. You recieved a note,no?". That smile housed such an aggravating tounge. " What are you rattling on about? I have someone to meet and I would prefer if you do not scare him away.". Arthur and Francis continued on like this for close to 7 minutes.
Francis finally pouted and said "Alright, fiiiine, I'll say it bluntly for you. I wrote the letter. I thought it would be obvious by my handwriting and the signature, but I forgot you're stupid. Who else could it have been?". Arthur turned and started to walk away, using all his might to hold in a couple tears of anger. ' How dare he send that? He knows I don't like him, why-'. His mental monolouge was interuppted by Francis grabbing his arm, snapping him back into the real world.
"Will you play a game with me?"
The look in Francis's eyes was so lonesome, so uncharacteristically sad, that Arthur froze. His first instinct was to shove him away and laugh, walk off and not look back. What he did, though, was stop and say something he would regret later: " A-alright. What game?"
The childish grin at his reply helped Arthur justify his choice. Francis explained " It's called firetruck. One person, you, sits down and the other, me, moves their hand along the first person's leg until the first person gets nervous and says 'redlight', thus stopping the 'truck', or the second person's hand. It's kinda like the nervous game, but with it's own quirks. Play with me~? You said you would.".
Arthur was blushing a bit at the description, but after hearing it all, he agreed. 'Why not, it's not like I can play this with Alfred...' He sat down where they were and extended his leg, thinking that would give him the longest amount of reaction time. Francis settled down nearby him, his hand on Arthur's ankle. "Ready~?" he asked, and Arthur nodded. His hand began slowly moving up his leg, past his knee. Arthur waited until he was halfway to his waist and said "Redlight. Redlight. REDLIGHT!", but Francis didn't stop. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered, with a grin, "Firetrucks don't stop at red lights, silly."
It ends however you choose~ hehehe. Reviews are loved,but not required~. Have a nice day/night :D.