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Chapter 3:

Francis

I had made it home, after a quiet interesting day of school. I had met up with a face from a long time ago, one that had definitely changed for the better. The Alfred I had seen today was different from the chubby round faced child I had picked on with Gilbert and Antonio so many years ago. Then he had seemed like a frightened coward that didn't even want to leave his mother's skirts, now he had a confident air to him and I could see why too. He had grown, and in all of the right places I might add, but I shouldn't be talking like that, I have my own amour. In fact, I'm wondering where my lovely little Brit has been. Oh, but back to Alfred. It seems he also has quiet a grudge against me, though, I can't really blame him. Gilbert, Antonio and I were quiet harsh with him, even if we were just children. I sigh softly and run my hand through my hair, just before I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on my door, or should I say knocks, because whoever was on the other side of the door wanted my attention right away. "Hold on just a moment!" I call out, before making my way to the door.

Pulling open the door, I'm greeted by a grinning albino. "Bonjour, Gilbert. What are you doing here?" He says in a kind voice, leaning against the door jam.

"I need your help. Some kid from when we were little is back at school, and he is like awesomely hot and all! But I think he hates me, even though I was awesome enough to save his life and all after he passed out in the hall, from seeing my awesome good looks might I add! But back to why I'm here, I need your help to win him over!" Gilbert spoke really fast, trying to get everything out as fast as he could.

I chuckle lightly and I can't help but smile at my old friend. "So you have a thing for Alfred then? And of course I'll help you, you know I specialize in the arts of romance."

Gilbert's cheeks flush lightly, but he nearly jumps in excitement when his friend agrees to help. "Yes I do, but don't tell any one, because that would be totally unawesome. Thank you for helping me though! So, what do you think I need to do?"

I smile and move to invite Gilbert inside, already trying to think up a plan for my dear friend. Gilbert moves to sit down on the couch, even so, he seemed like he couldn't stop moving. I was quiet surprised that the albino had came to me for help, sure I am amazing at things like this, but for as long as I have known him, he never really needed my help in the love department.

"Well... I think you should definitely show him that you are sorry... Maybe you should leave a note on his locker, because it would be something small, but sweet. Include a rose, people always love to get a rose. You can tape them to his locker tomorrow morning and just wait around some where to see how he reacts to it..." I tell him, just coming up with it as I go. A smile comes at my lips, it was a pretty good idea if I do say so myself, and it might actually work.

Gilbert tries to remember everything I was tellng him, his brows furrowing together as he concentrated on my words. "Right, that sounds like a pretty good idea. I really hope this works too, to at least get him to forgive the awesome me! Thanks, Francis! I owe you for helping me out with this! Now I should get going, Luddy will probably be home to yell at me soon!"

I give him a smile and show him out of my home, before moving back to take a seat on the couch. A smile plays on my lips. I really can't believe that little Gilbert is actually falling for some one, that is a surprise in itself, truthfully, though of course the person he falls for is probably someone who wants nothing to do with him. I sigh softly and shake my head, wondering how this whole thing is going to play out in the end.

Alfred

Thank God. I'm finally home, away from that freaking school. I'm really crossing my fingers that we will be gone from this place as soon as possible. Tossing my back pack on the couch, I head to the kitchen, where my mother was already busy on making dinner. I set my car keys on the counter and lean against it.

"Hey, Mom? When do you think we will be moving again?" I ask, looking at her, with almost hopeful eyes.

She turns to me and arches an eyebrow. "What you want to move already?" I nod in response and she sighs softly, "Well I'm sorry then, kiddo, because I think we are staying for at least a year this time, that's what you father told me."

My jaw nearly falls to the floor and I let out a groan, feeling like that is just my luck. The one school I do not want to stay at for more than a day is going to be the one I'm stuck at. My mom moves over and gently rubs my back. "I'm sorry, bud. You're just going to have to deal for now, and at least you only have a year left," She says, trying to cheer me up a little bit.

"I know, I know..." I mutter with a sigh, and decide that I'll just have to deal with it for now, and maybe if I'm lucky, Gilbert will just leave me alone. I head up to my room, planning on getting some home work done before dinner. Surprisingly, I can't seem to get those bright crimson eyes out of my mind. They are practically haunting me. I shiver a little at that, goosebumps covering my skin. I shake my head and just try to forget about him for now.

I walk down the school hall way, letting out a soft sigh. I look around, holding onto my back pack with one hand. How did I get here exactly? I don't even remember driving to school, weird. Something else that is weird... there is like no one in the hall ways. Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, a chill goes up my spine. Am I in some weird horror movie or something? Suddenly, a hand is on my wrist and I'm being pulled into a storage closet. I let out a loud scream and try to get away, but the door is shut behind me and I'm pushed up against a wall.

Before I can even see who it is, lips are pressed up against my own, and I'm kissing back. I just melt into the kiss, letting out a soft moan. I don't have a clue what's going on. I'm practically being molested and I'm enjoying it. Hands slip up my shirt, moving along my chest. Fingers brush against my nipples sending pleasant waves of pleasure through me. There are hips against my own, causing me to moan out louder and break the kiss.

Now I can open my eyes and see who it is. My breathing stops in my throat. It's Gilbert. The man I hate with all of my guts. I tell my body to quit it and push him away, but I can't, it feels to good. The hands disappear for a moment, only to pull of my shirt and start working on my pants. I bring my own hands up, and for a moment I thought my body was actually going to listen and push him away, but they actually start taking off his shirt, and hot damn, Gil has a body of a god. I can't help but to stare, but soon my eyes have to flutter closed as I let out a loud moan. Gilbert's hands had pulled off my pants and now one of them were in my boxers, stroking my already throbbing member. I quickly scramble to try and get the rest of his clothes off, because I have a desire that I have never had before. The need for something inside of me.

Gilbert's lips are against my own again and his hand is gone. I whimper into the kiss in need, and he is taking off my boxers. I pulls off both Gil's pants and boxers at the same time, or maybe he just didn't have any boxer's on, I'm not sure. Suddenly there is a probbing finger at my entrance that makes me catch my breath. I feel it push inside of me, and surprisingly it doesn't even hurt, but just makes me want more. "G-Gil... get it over with please..." I whisper out, and I'm surprised by my own voice. It sounds so needy and submissive. Gilbert smirks and happily move to give me what I want. He brings my legs up around my waist and was just about to push his cock deep inside of me.

I shoot awake with a start, sweat beading my forehead and my breath is coming quick. I did not just dream what I thought I did. It was like some weird nightmare or something. There is no way I would do something like that! Or even want Gilbert in that way, just ew! I'm straight, there is no way I would want that...right? I glance down at myself and see a very prominent tint in my sheets. My eyes go wide and I just can't believe it. I just had a wet dream about Gilbert. My heart was slamming up against my rib cage. I bring my legs to my chest and rest my forehead against my knees. I try to lose this sick feeling in my stomach. It feels weird and I want it to go away. I do not have feelings for Gilbert. That would just be completely wrong in every way. I hate him. I harshly pull at my own hair, telling myself to stop those thoughts before they get too far. I let out a deep sigh, lifting my head to look over at the clock. 2:36 AM. A growl escapes me at that and I fall back on my bed. I have no clue how I'm going to get any sleep now, but I might as well try.

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