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-Francis's POV-
"Where have you been, Francis?" My father says as I pull into the driveway. I look at the clock - it's four hours after curfew (which is midnight). Bon sang! It got that late?
"I've just been with Gilbert and Antonio-"
"You have got to stop hanging out with them; they're bad for your education, Francis!" He yells and I get out of the car, getting fed up.
"Oh please, like you've got better friends! Je déteste la façon dont vous avez toujours me reprocher d'avoir les pires amis quand vraiment, vous êtes juste un hypocrite!" I yell. My dad looks at me then takes out my phone from his pocket. "G-Give it...!"
"Yell at me one more time." I bite back on my tongue; so many things I could say to him right now...! "That's what I thought. For showing up late past curfew, one more week without a phone. For snapping your cul off at me, three more weeks of your grounding."
"Dad!"
"No exceptions, Francis! Aucun!"
"I made plans with Matthew tomorrow!"
"Who's Matthew...?" My father asks and I look down, awkwardly kicking a rock. "Are you gay, Francis?" I look up at him horrified.
"No, no, no, no, no! He's just a friend who's socially awkward so I thought I would help the canadien out!" I say, getting defensive. My father raises an eyebrow. "It's the truth, bon sang!" I sigh frustrated.
"You're still not getting your phone."
"Dad!"
"Non! Now... Give me your car keys."
"What?" I say, bewildered. "You're not getting my car keys!"
"Brother! Father! It's so unladylike for me to say this but could you guys just SHUT UP?" Monica yells from her open window. I sigh, looking down as I handed my keys to him. He gets into the car and drives off.
"I bet this 'Matthew' won't even show!" My father yells and zooms off.
"Yeah, okay! That really makes sense!" I say sarcastically, shouldering my backpack. I walk inside, climbing up the stairs. I walk into my bedroom, slamming my bookbag down. Monica knocks on my door and her and Bailey storm in. "What is it?" I ask.
"Why were you and Father fighting?" She asks and I sigh.
"Just go back to sleep, petite soeur~"
She and Bailey pout. "I want to know, brother, and I'm pretty sure Bailey does too!"
"Fine. Do you know Matthew Williams?"
"Alfred's brother?"
"Yeah... I had made plans with him that now I probably won't be able to go to since I don't have a car. And I don't even think he can go; he has to talk with his parents and if he called me... Merde, I wouldn't be able to know!"
"You can borrow my phone, frère! Tell him you got grounded again!"
"I am not going to tell him that I got grounded! He'll think I'm lying - that I'm ditching him for Gil and Tony or something!" I say, and then I sigh sadly, sitting down on my bed. "Because that's what he thinks. He's so socially awkward that he always blames himself for something... Wait... You said 'again'. How did he know I was grounded in the first place?"
"It... might've slipped out."
"Maybe he'll think I'm still grounded!"
"I told him that your grounding ended today unless you did something stupid. Damn, I shouldn't have said anything, now it's my fault!"
"N-no, Monica, chill. It's okay... Do you have his number in your phone?"
"N-no, but I have his brother's...!" Monica smiles. Did she have a crush on the American? "D-don't give me that look, brother, you know I don't like males - and I know that Alfred is gay for his friend."
"...Alfred's gay? Hmm... Anyway, call him."
"At four thirty in the morning?" I gave her a look that screamed: he's an American teenager. He's going to be up, amped up on caffeine.
She dials his number and hands the phone to me. I wait, and wait... And wait... I look at her, and hear Alfred whisper out a, "Yo, Monnie, how's it goin' man?" He says, extra tiredly, which makes me think that he woke up just to answer the phone.
"It's not Monica, Alfred. It's Francis. I need to talk to your brother."
"Matt's at hockey practice, Fran. Has been for thirty minutes."
"Oh, okay... C-Can you give me a time when I could try to call him?"
"Uhhhh..." I hear a few clanks and I sigh.
"Sorry about the tired git, he doesn't usually stay awake when woken by something loud." Arthur? What is he doing at the Jones-Williams's house?
"The phone dropped, didn't it?"
"Okay, yes. It did."
"Alright, I asked him and now I guess I shall ask you. Do you know a time when I could call Matthew, or can you give me his phone number?"
"Sorry, frog, I don't know his number off of the top of my head, nor do I know a time. So-" I hear a beep coming from his phone and I get disconnected from him. Seriously, Alfred? You can't charge your phone?
I throw the phone, forgetting that it's Monica's, and I slam my head onto my pillow. "I guess I'm going to have to sneak out. Anyone want to help me?"
"We will." Monica and Bailey say together. Bailey smiles. "And I'm sure big brother will help, if... he's in the mood to."
I sigh. "Alright. Now leave me to go to sleep."
They nod and walk out, Monica being extra sure to take her phone, and they close the door. I stare up at the ceiling, developing a plan to try to meet Matthew at the mall.
Maybe Father will come back drunk and I could sneak away and be back before he's sober? That'll work. It has to.
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"bon sang!" – dammit!
"Je déteste la façon dont vous avez toujours me reprocher d'avoir les pires amis quand vraiment, vous êtes juste un hypocrite!" - I hate how you always blame me for having the worst friends when really, you're just a hypocrite!
"cul" – ass
"Aucun!" – None!
"canadien" – Canadian
"non!" – No!
"Petite soeur~" – Little sister~
"merde" – shit.
"frère" – brother
