Wallace smiled, getting back from the restroom. After the walk with Gala, the lunch and well... in general, after talking with her for a while he had been able to calm down. Well, at least just a bit. He still felt like a teenager talking with the most beautiful woman in the world, however, he at least was able to do more than just staring at her and say stupid things related to how beautiful she was... showing her the library seemed a very difficult thing and he was impressed to have accomplished it.

"I was fearing that you were not here once I returned..." yes, great, that means for sure you are very "calm". Telling her that you were thinking that she would run to escape from you

She laughed with it, leaving the book she had on her hands back to its place. Wallace blushed and laughed softly, feeling stupid and nervous again.

"Why were you fearing that? Where I migth have gone?"

"No... Well yes. Maybe you would run away from me... Ehm... Well... Ahh... Anything in particular you want me to show you?"

"Why? Should I?"

"No, no, you certainly should't. I couldn't be happier with your presence here, you have brought light to my dark days."

She laughed again

"Maybe you should have been a poet"

Wallace laughed nervously.

"You know, instead of a doctor..."

"I am sorry... I know I seem like a fool saying all those things. I know that you are saying it just to be kind, I am sure you are used to man doing dumb things around you."

"No, no... you should be less cruel with yourself, that was pretty beautiful. My husband never says to me that kind of things."

"Well... it is exactly because you have a husband, and you are the mother of one of my students, is why I should not be making a fool of myself saying those things" Wallace looked at her just a second, then he had to look somewhere else to avoid eye contact.

"But he isn't here and I like the things you say."

"I think it is a waste of beauty to have you around and not tell you poetry." Wallace looked at her again, sideways.

She put her hair behind her ear, without staring him, and then, smiled.

"You should not only inspire a man's lust..."

"Shouldn't I?"

"You know, I said to you that he should cover all your needs. I don't think... those needs are only... physical"

"Oh... uhm... Maybe we can forget for a while that I have a husband,"

Wallace blushed and blinked.. what did that mean?

"Can't we?"

Wallace smiled a bit.

"It is quite simple... but dangerous for me."

"Oh... I understand, I fall in love so easily too."

Wallace blushed even more because she was reading him like an open book.

"I know it hurts... but I think it's better to be get your hopes up and then get hurted than never get... anything."

Wallace thought carefully about this. Was she inviting him to... fall in love with her? Even if it ended up badly, even for one night... he swallowed and caressed her softly on her arm.

"So? What do you think?" she put her hands on his checks.

"I could.. fall in love with you. So easily" he whispered. "Maybe just one afternoon of love could be worth an entire life of hurt."

"That sounds very dramatic."

"Are you really proposing us to fall in love and forget about your husband for the rest of the day? If not, please don't laugh at me." Wallace smiled in defeat.

"That sounds a little guilty" she closed her eyes and hugged him, leaning her forehead on his shoulder.

Wallace swallowed again and blushed even more, with a shiver. She was so close, and so... delicate and beautiful. And she was hugging him. He placed a trembling hand on her waist.

"I'm sorry, Wallace, I like you and I don't want to really hurt you. Just forget what I said."

"I am sorry, my dear, but... whatever happens after this moment does not include "forgetting" anything related to you... If with getting my hopes up you meant exactly this I... I can assure you that I will be dreaming about this moment for the rest of my life."

She raised her head to look him on the eye.

"I have just known you for a few hours... and I already feel dizzy, and stupid..." he looked intently at her lips, "and you are so close..."

"And..." she whispered, closing her eyes, and turning her head a little.

Her lips were like magnets... he could not think anymore, he could only get closer, and closer... and jump from the cliff into the wetness of her lips.

And just when their lips were so close that than only a hair could fit between them, someone yelled his name.

"Mr. Hugges!"

Wallace was going to kill someone. The hell he was! Of course, he jumped, completely guilty.

He is Scott McGonagall. (Minerva smiles and Wallace HATES YOU ALL!)

"WHAT?! "shrieked Wallace nervously

"Hey! I was... wohoo!" he yelled when notice Gala.

"I was not doing ANYTHING!"

"Who is...? hello!" he smiled without pay attention to Wallace

"Allò" she smiled, giving her hand to receive his kiss.

"Scott..."

Scott shook his hand to her, still ignoring Wallace, who crossed his arms, still super blushed.

"Wallace, what are you waiting to introduce ourselves?"

"Ahm... Ehh... Mmm... Well, this is Scott McGonagall, the worst behaved student this university has seen..."

"What? Come on!"

Gala laughed

"Well, Mr. McGonagall, that is true, and you know it."

"Anyway... Is she your wife?"

Wallace almost choked with that question.

"No, no... she is not my wife" he explained without giving any further detail.

"Oui" she said at the same time, because she was almost kissing him. Wallace cleared his throat.

"What do you need Scott" to be honest, he hated him a bit, and at the same time Scott was one of the students he was closer to... He could almost say they were... Ugh... Friends.

"Is she your wife or not? You always said you were single! Is she your girlfriend?"

"There is no need for you to ask me these things, Mr. McGonagall. What do you need?"

"I need to ask because I will invite her if she isn't" he smiled and she laughed again.

"You will certainly not invite her, Scott. Now please, let me know why were you screaming my name in the library." responded Wallace blushing.

"Why not?" he smiled mischeviously.

"Because she is not available, ok?"

"Uuuuuuh..."

"Shut up, Scott. Go away to exasperate someone else" Wallace moved his hand, dismissively. He laughed again.

"Yes, yes... Certaintly I would do it but... the problem is that you are the tutor of my doctoral thesis..."

"Oh, really?" exclamed she, so impressed."That sounds really difficult and important" she added.

"No need to remind me the worst mistake in my life" Wallace assured dramatically, even if, to be honest, that was not true. He bonded with Scott, even if he was truly impossible. "His thesis is not that difficult, he chose a simple subject and he is not making any progress at all."

"For sure it is" smiled Scott, again ignoring Wallace. "A thesis is the most important essay on all the students live, and my thesis is with real patients who are really suffering..."

"Yes, yes... Blah. It is an average thesis, so far, only because he never listens!"

"So, that's why I need your attetion and words of widsom so desesperately. I added new chapters and I need your reviews today."

"Today? Forget it."

"Tomorrow morning, you could pass all night reading and reviewing this... material" he took some random books from the shelves. "While I invite this beautiful girl to have some drinks" he smiled to Gala.

"Scott. You are inventing all this, do not think I am buying it" Wallace placed the books back on their place. "Gala already has plans for today."

"With whom? With you? Such boring plans, mylady, believe it. And he isn't a true doctor, he doesn't know how to make a resuscitation, because he never kissed a real girl before."

Gala raised her eyebrows. Wallace opened his mouth to make a protest, completely blushed, then closed it again and rolled his eyes.

"Have you finished, Mr. McGonagall?" He asked trying to sound soft but failing...

"No" He smiled.

"Well, we have finished here" He was not able to look directly at Gala, he only cleared his throat again. "Shall we?"

"It's obvious you are a very close friends, you are very funny... maybe Scott could come with us and make a trio."

Wallace looked at Gala and it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. Scott opened his mouth, speechless.

"W-What?" Wallace mumbled, because... well, he now imagined a trio. A REAL trio, with this girl and his student and it was ALL WRONG. No question about it.

"Couldn't he? I mean... how do you say it? I'm french and sometimes I forget the words in German... like in a Menage a trois."

"A-A-A..." Scott hestiated stranting to imagine a menage a trois with that... scultural girl and his best friend. The french girls... WOHOO with the frech girls!

"But I... I... wh-wha... what?"

"Well... if you don't want to..."

Wallace looked at (ajem... his brother) his friend, then blinked... because well, he never thought on... actually, having sex, real sex with her. And she was perfect and beautiful and his manhood was already happy just with the idea of having sex with her.

"I-I..."

"NOnonono... No! We want, we definitely want!"

Wallace looked at Scott quite impressed with this affirmation. I mean, he of course wanted too. Actually he wanted even more than Scott and that made him put his hand on her waist.

"Do... we?" he asked hesitantly.

"Ah! Perfect!" she smiled so happy.

Wallace looked at Scott a bit worried, although his private parts didn't seem to be worried at all. Scott is planning the way to... poisson something that Wallace will drink with some drug to make him sleep. Where is that bloody kid of forensic medicine when someone need him?

I am afraid Wallace will also try to get rid of Scott.

Everybody will know if you kill him!

Let's see if they both don't end up vomiting instead of having sex.

xoOXOox

Suddenly, the bloody kid of forensic medicine, Lord of the drugs, opened his eyes and separated his lips from Franci's ones.

Francis smiled softly, looking into Arthur's green eyes.

"Allo" he whispered.

"W-What... What is going on?" He whispered, because he didn't know even if someone else was on the room.

"Nothing is going on..." Francis caressed his cheek.

"Really?" He tried to hide himself.

"Nothing wrong at least" he let him hide, then kissed his forehead. Well. his head in general, the forehead is complicated.

"I think that all the whole universe is going on."

"I like you better when we are kissing, than when you are trying to hit me..." Francis smiled more, and hugged him closer.

"You deserve to be hitted."

"I deserve even more to be kissed."

"No" He hid his face on Francis' chest. Francis gave him another kiss in the hair, smiling.

"Why not? Don't you like my kisses? I have to confess I could certainly get used to them..."

"No!"

"Ok, I am going to have to kiss you more until you change your mind."

He raised his eyebrows... and then deepened his face on Francis chest even more without answering because... it was ok.

"I would not mind... you are like an old wine" it is a great compliment Arthur.

"What?"

"I like your kisses."

"Do you?"

"I cannot lie with this things. Unlike you."

"I'm not liying!"

"Well you kiss me with too much passion... for not liking my kisses." Francis rolled his eyes, smiling.

"I know you! Even with so little time to know you! You are that kind of guy. The one who thinks that is the most popular kid on town. The handsome one, who everybody loves without exception."

Francis smiled, because yes, he was the perfect guy able to get whoever he wanted.

"What's wrong with that?"

"That I have the honor to proudly be the exception... because I still hate you!"

Francis laughed softly.

"Well... As I said... I will have to kiss you and hug you and love you, until you have no other option to love me back."

"Ugh! Why don't you take a no for answer?"

"My grand-papa has taught me that I should never give up." Your father, wherever he is, growls madly because of someone has tried to teach you to be consistent and a hard worker has been him and not your stupid grandfather!

"Your granpapa is dumb."

"He is not dumb! He is very smart and everyone loves him."

"Ha. Ha. Ha... like everybody loves you, don't they?"

"Well, yes. We are both handsome and clever and irresistible"

"Let me laugh about it."

"Laugh as much as you want... That won't change the reality."

"The reality is diferent that your thoughts even now."

Francis laughed.

"Different how? Tell me what's the "reality" according to you.."

"You are a loser and a lot of people really hate you or dislike you, and you are unable to realize."

Francis frowned a bit. That seemed the kind of opinion his brother would have... Or his father. Not the owner of the bed were he was lying after an hour of kisses.

"Why do you think that I am a loser?" He asked.

"It's obvious."

"That is not an answer... It seems to me that you envy me."

"No! I know that some people hate me or dislike me, and that's OK, it's part of the life. I don't care and I don't think on me as a god who has come to earth like you do."

Francis looked at him, because that again sounded... Bad. It were his brother and his father the ones who thought they were gods and the rest of them world was scum. He, on the other hand, was like a gift to the world.

"People don't dislike ME, they do not have any reason to do it. I'm like maman, who doesn't like her?" He frowned more. "Why are you still being mean to me?"

"I'm not mean, I just tell you the ugly truth, maybe I'm the only one brave enough to do it."

"Well even if a few don't love me, that does not mean that I am a loser." Francis looked at him sideways.

"You are, because you don't notice the reality."

"Well you seem to be blind, why would you be here in your bed with me if you REALLY thought that I'm a loser and that you don't like me!"

"Nooo! I'm not here!" he hid his face again.

"You are, and you are with me! It is awful and mean to keep telling me lies!"

"I'm not telling you lies..."

"You only want to attack me with no reason and just found out that calling me a loser is a way to kind of hurt me"

"It isn't with no reason!"

"It seems that you almost only want to hurt me... which is odd considering that the other thing you want to do with me is kiss me..."

"I DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU!" He insisted raising the voice

"Shhh..." He placed a hand on his mouth, smiling. "Look, Look, you don't know me that well, you don't know if I am really that obnoxious and selfcentered in the inside... what I can tell you is that it is not foolish to try everyone to like me since I am quite happy and successful with it. You, on the contrary, seem to be one of those persons who work hard to be hated, even by the people that actually like you"

"W-What?" He blushed a little and took away the face from his hand "I don't want to be hated, you fool"

"You seem to be working on being hated, at least by me... And to be honest I think you are the first person I know that does it. Usually, people tell me nice things, not because I want to be liked, but because they want ME to like them."

"B-but..." he hestiated because to be honest, he wants to be liked by him, but no... it is not the... way or something, maybe is just his nerves or the fact that he had no idea of what he is actually doing.

"The thing is..." Francis hesistated a bit, smiling "well... let's only say that it is not working..."

"No, you git, it doesn't work that way! I don't want to make an effort to be liked by someone because I want to be liked by myself, not because of lies about me!"

"I am not showing lies about myself... I just show the world how perfect I am", and hide the part that is not that perfect, Francis thought for himself.

"Thay's why I loathe you" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"And I am going to make you like me" Francis winked and Arthur blushed.

"NO! I'm not going to like you!"

"Hm... we will see, we will see..." Francis laughed, kissing Arthur's forehead.

"Ugh... just... get out of my room!"

"What? Nooo! Come on!"

"Yes!"

"Arthuuur! You are ridiculously unstable!"

"I'm not unstable!"

"You are totally unstable. One minute you invite me to you room, the next minute you want me to leave!"

"I didn't invite you to anywhere!"

"I invited you to dance, though"

"But I don't want to go!"

"You are boring, then"

"No, you are."

"I am inviting you to a place, that is not boring!"

"You aren't boring for that, but I know what you will do. And boring because of that."

"Ohh... now you have a crystal ball and you know what am I going to do!" Francis smiled, amused. "And what is that, Mr. Magician?"

"Be a jerk."

"Oh... you are lame at foreseeing the future, dear... to be a "jerk" is completely unspecific and non-objective."

"Well you are going to go with me and I will be forgotten in like two minutes, so, you are going to flirt with everyone and I will be bored the rest of the night, so... thank you, but no, thank you."

Francis laughed, although he knew that... well, Arthur was no fool. At all. He knew, and he knew well what was going to happen.

"Do I... know you? Or how on earth do you know me so well?" he asked, a bit impressed and just a little blushed.

"Because you are exactly that kind of... guy or person or whatever. I have been reading about people like you since I was four."

"Hmm... but..." Francis looked at him, and for the first time he was a bit more serious and less flirty. "Ok, ok, you are right. Probably I flirt all the time and that, and probably things would go exactly as you described... but... well, think of this the other way around. We go there, and I flirt with someone else, because that is what I am used to do... why isn't anyone just a bit more interested and instead of just run away because I am not giving you my attention, you just draw my attention and make me forget about the rest of the people?"

Arthur laughed.

"What?"

"Do you want me... to fight for your attention?" He still laughed.

"No, stop laughing, I am talking serious! I... I also would like people to get that being on this side is not that easy, you know? I have to be likable all the time, and if I am not, I completely lose value. You can be here and tell me a hundred of awful things, call me superficial and stupid just because I want people to like me... and you think that is fine. But just because I can go there and relax a bit and not pay you attention, you just believe that I am not even worth the try."

"In my way to think, your absolute lose of value is when you are just trying to be likeable."

"That's stupid. Everyone tries to be likable... thing is I have to do it all the time."

"No, not everybody."

"Well that's just... weird! I can tell you that you do not do that and that's the reason why you are so... weird!"

"I might be weird... but I'm real, not like you."

Francis rolled eyes, trying to hide that this subject made him nervous.

"I am perfectly real, that is not the subject we are discussing!"

"No, that is exactly what we are discussing and the reason why I loathe you."

"But I do not understand... If you say that I am not real, but you are kissing me... you are kissing... "

"I'm not kissimg you!" The blush came again.

"See... that's exactly the problem. You would like me to be... some way. Like the stories you say you read" Francis smiled, thinking that... well, this weird boy was... easy to talk to. He had never talked about this with anyone, but his grandfather.

"W-What?"

"I am handsome, and I admit that I act in a certain way... to please you or whoever it is. But you like me because I am handsome and because you can imagine that I am in a certain way. The moment I am not perfect and as you imagine, you think I am not worth it!"

"That's not true! I don't like you!"

"You kissed me, Arthur!" Francis rolled his eyes.

"NO!"

"Well I kissed you and you enjoyed it!" Francis smiled.

"That's not true!"

"It's absurd to discuss these things, you know. We were both there."

"But you have a... a... wrong idea!"

Francis sighed, still smiling a bit.

"You are just like the rest, but... you only lie about it"

"DON'T SMILE THAT WAY! What?"

"You believe you are special and different, but you just confirmed me that you are not..." he shrugged, still smiling

Arthur frowned, because he didn't know, but he was trying really hard to be special and different.

"You can't say that I'm weird and then... suddenly change your mind."

Francis smiled a bit more, because it seemed that... well, he seemed to be interested in being different. And he was, of course.

"Weird..."

"You said it, not me!"

"You are weird... and cute"

"Well, you are... what?"

"You are cute. And crazy"

"I'm not... I'm not crazy!"

"Oh, you are, crazy and unstable and..." different, yes, definitely, "well... I don't know, I thinK I would need to know you better"

He smiled a little because that sounded better.

"And you seem to be happy about it!" Francis laughed, hugging him again.

"What? No way!" He frowned again and screamed a little with the hug. Francis laughed more and searched his lips for another sudden kiss.

While he is... apparently trying to free himself from the French's arms. From the obnoxious and maquiavelical french's arms.

Well... Francis kisses him anyway.

French, with an F and not an f.

He is not so great to have an F. He is just... you know, a frog.

A Frog.

Rolling eyes. Ok, anyway... we all lost him in the kiss, but he still thinks that is a frog. And he still loathes him.