Friday nights can be slow, even for popular kids.

"No school tomorrow," Antonio said monotonously.

"Oui," Francis whispered.

"We don't have any plans," Antonio never sounded less excited.

"Oui," Francis whispered, again.

Gilbert sighed. "WE ARE TOO AWESOME TO BE SITTING AROUND IN BED ALL NIGHT!"

"Gilbert, we can not go out drinking, we are too young," Francis laid his head in Gilbert's lap.

"Fuck. How did you know what I was thinking?" Gilbert started running his hands through Francis' hair.

"Si, but we have to do something! I'll die of boredom!" Antonio whined, laying his head in Francis' lap. Francis moved his hands to Antonio's collarbone and started rubbing.

The three stayed content like that for a minute.

Actually, twenty-seven seconds before Gilbert screamed, "DANG IT I WANT A MASSAGE TOO!"

"No," Antonio and Francis said together.

"We need to do something then!" Gilbert groaned and pushed Francis off his lap, but Francis kept going at Antonio's collarbone.

"You have magical hands, amigo," Antonio's hips did a small movement, earning Gilbert's interest.

"Hey Ton-Ton~" Gilbert whispered in Antonio's ear, making him shiver.

"We're not having a threesome," the other two were really in sync today.

"Damn it!" Gilbert poked Antonio's side, making him move again.

"Ton-Ton~, you're still you-know-what, aren't you?~" Francis ran his finger over Antonio's jaw line.

"No, I'm not," Antonio moved awkwardly.

Gilbert and Francis gave each other a glance before Gilbert pounced onto Antonio's hips, Francis held his arms down, and Antonio started struggling.

"S-STOP IT-" Antonio pursed his lips.

"TOO LATE!" Gilbert ran his hands over Antonio's torso.

"Aha- GIL- AHAHAHA- S-STOP- AHAHA- OFF!" Antonio tried to buck Gilbert off, but didn't get very far.

Gilbert pushed his luck and unbuttoned Antonio's white shirt, pulling it out from his pants.

"S-STOP! TH-THIS IS SE-SEXUAL HARASSMENT!" Antonio screamed through laughter.

"Toni, we're not gonna do anything," Francis got a tighter grip on Antonio's arms.

"Wha-AAAH!" Antonio's laughter started again as Gilbert blew on his stomach. "Lemme go- AHAHA! DAMN IT GILBERT, LEMME GO!" Tears started forming and his face was red, but he was still laughing.

Francis, surprised that Antonio cursed, said, "Alright, Gilbert, let him go." Francis let go of Antonio's arms, and Gilbert, although mumbling, got off him.

Antonio rolled away from the two and caught his breath before pulling his shirt completely off and flopping onto his back.

"Now I'm bored again!" Gilbert announced.

"Oui, we have to do something," Francis agreed.

The two looked at Antonio again.

"Eh?- HEY! NO!" Antonio pulled a blanket to his chest.

"You're no fun!" Gilbert whined before taking his shirt off. "Hey Toni, I'm hotter than you!" Gilbert flexed.

"No way!" Antonio pushed the blanket away and copied Gilbert. "I don't see you bull riding!"

"I don't see you drinking awesome beer!" They both puffed out their chests.

"Bull riding and drinking will destroy your beautiful bodies, mon amis!" Francis dramatically fell back. "Mon chere, Gilbert, you already have a scar!" Francis moved towards him and slowly ran his nose over the scar on Gilbert's side.

"Sh-shut up!" Gilbert pushed Francis away. "It's an awesome scar from- HEY!"

Francis had already moved on to kissing Antonio's chest.

"Eh, amigo, what are you doing?! Stop making sexual advances towards us!"

"Well I can't help it if both of you take off your shirts in front of me!" Francis pouted.

Gilbert pulled at Francis shirt. "Take it off! I want to prove that I have the hottest body!"

Francis complied and slowly stripped.

He wasn't scrawny like Antonio. He didn't have a scar like Gilbert. He was actually muscular, and the other two didn't like it.

"How dare you look buff when and make us look bad! How dare you!" Gilbert waved his finger at Francis and Antonio clicked his tongue.

"I can not help it!" Francis defended himself. "I was born to be beautiful!"

"You know what we need?" Antonio laid between them, ever-present smile shining. "Dates!"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry."

"Gilbert, he means girlfriends!" Francis grinned.

"Actually..." Antonio scratched his neck.

"You did mean food?"

"I WAS RIGHT!" Gilbert smiled triumphantly.

"No, guys. I'm strictly gay, so I'd get a boyfriend," he explained.

"Cool. I want a boyfriend too," Gilbert declared.

"What?! You can not just decide to be gay!" Francis went into 'drama mode' again.

"No, I'm bi," the other two stared at Gilbert. "Oh, I thought I told you guys a long time ago! Besides, I'm over all the PMS crap. A boyfriend would be a nice change."

"Well, I am bi too..." Francis scratched his chin. "And a boyfriend would be nice, but I wouldn't mind the gender."

"Alright, we're getting dates!" Antonio shouted before Gilbert's little brother, Ludwig, burst into the room.

"QUIET DOWN! SOME OF US ACTUALLY SLEEP AT NIGHT!" Ludwig slammed the door.

. . .

"Ich liebe dich, Ludwig!" Gilbert yelled.

"Alright, we're getting dates!" Antonio whispered this time. "But what are our 'types'?"

"I want someone that's loud like me," Gilbert scratched his chin. "And he has to be really good looking. And smart, obviously."

"I need..." Francis closed his eyes, "I need a boy that will sit in my lap, and we can have wonderful conversations, drinking wine next to the fireplace."

"I want someone nice, who'll cuddle with me and eat tomatoes!"

"So that's settled! Let's get boyfriends!" They all high-fived.

Oui- Yes (French)

Si- Yes (Spanish)

Ja- Yes (German)

Amigo- Friend (Spanish)

Mon amis- My friends (French)

Ich liebe dich- I love you (German)