Hahaha you already know this, but this chapter was part of the last chapter! XD

Sum.: Arthuretta Kirkland has always been a little bit of a rebel. And Francis Bonnefoy has always been the clear image of what she loathed. But after a rumor goes around that Francis is more bad than he appears, Arthuretta's eyes are opened to the fact that maybe, just maybe, Francis might not be such a goody-two-shoes after all.

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Rated T, Arthur's moodiness, mentions of female undergarments, and some gen!flipping~

Read, meine lieblings! Enjoy~

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Chapter 3

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I hadn't ever actually thought that the girl could be so strong.

After appearing at the front door, looking absolutely ecstatic, Feliciana had insisted on coming inside. I couldn't turn her down, of course, because she was only asking for a cup of water since her brother made her walk over here. Which was only five streets over, but oh well, that innocent look of her's looked to frail.

Alfred grinned at her as she came inside. "Hello, Feli!"

I blinked in shock as I pulled on a black hoodie.

Feliciana looked pleasantly surprised. "Alfred! I didn't realize you lived with Arthuretta, ve~!"

Alfred smirked at me as he slung an arm around her shoulder. "Technically, she lives with me."

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. He held back from laughing as Feliciana gaped at me. "You're tongue is pierced?"

I blushed and nodded, pulling the hood over my head. "Just go get your water bottle and we'll take my aunt's car."

She paused. "Where's your kitchen, ve~?"

I face-palmed. "My aunt's in there." I pointed in the direction of the dining room. "Just ask her for help."

Feliciana nodded and left the room, and Alfred turned to me with that stupid grin on his face.

I glared at him. "Why didn't you tell me she was your bloody friend?"

"To annoy you, Arty!"

I bared my teeth at him and growled, just as Feliciana entered the room again with a water bottle in hand, already half-drunken. "Ve~ Let's go!" She also handed me the keys to Aunt Tori's car, and I realized she probably told her where we were going.

Oh lord. When I got home, she would be waiting to see what I got.

So, after driving around and following her sketchy directions, we ended up at the mall. As soon as I had the car doors locked, she grabbed my arm and literally dragged me around the mall.

With me struggling, she toted me around as if I was a rag doll.

I realized she was probably so strong at this kind of thing because she was used to dragging Ludwig around.

She let go of me and smiled cheerfully at me as we stopped in front of a store.

I looked up at the sign and immediately gagged as soon as I saw the name. "5-7-9"

One of those stores that are literally on the verge of driving me insane with their girly crap.

I moaned as she pushed into the store. "Can't we go somewhere more normal? Like Wal-Mart?"

She shook her head. "Nope! This store is the best, ve~!" Maybe in your opinion…

I sighed as she began dragging me around again, pulling stuff off of hangers.

I was confused for a few moments when she grabbed two or three groups of the same thing, and then I realized she didn't know my sizes.

"Um, if you need my clothing sizes, I could tell you…" I mumbled, not sure I wanted to actually tell her.

She paused in mid-step, then turned to face me with a cheerful smile. "That would be helpful," she mused happily.

"Size zero pants—" she immediately started gaping at me, and I blushed, completely ignoring the fact that I didn't finish my sentence.

"Size zero is the smallest you fit into, right?"

I shook my head. "No, it's the size I wear if I want to be comfortable. Ones are kind of okay, but they feel a little loose…" I trailed off as she stared at me in absolute shock.

I ground my teeth, burning bright red. "Size zeros, okay? I wear a small adult or a large child when it comes to shirts. And, um, do you need anything else or is that okay?"

She pressed her finger against her lips, looking like she was thinking hard. "Well, shoe size would be helpful but that's another store."

"I wear a seven."

"Maybe bras and underwear," she noticed the blush spreading across my face, "but you could probably do that with your aunt."

I shook my head. "That's even worse."

She pursed her lips. "I suppose we could make a trip to Victoria's Secret then—"

"No! How about we buy from Wal-Mart. Okay?"

She nodded, a smile spreading back across her lips. "Okay!"

She back-tracked, and I soon discovered she had grabbed size-two jeans as the smallest size. I shook my head, utterly shocked. Was it really that surprising that I was so skinny? I mean, I don't eat bloody much!

She became more focused as she searched through clothes, completely letting go of my arm. Finally, after looking at a certain dress that I knew would look horrible on me, she sighed. "You'll have to move up two pants sizes."

I pouted and crossed my arms. "Why? I'm just fine as I bloody am!"

She smiled at me. "While it is most definitely an amazing thing that you fit size zero jeans, you need some sort of presence in the world. While skinny girls are definitely praised for their good eating health (or, bad eating health), they aren't nearly as pleasing to hug, ve~! Besides, didn't you say you want a boyfriend?"

I blushed. "I mean, I guess so, but—"

"Then you need some meat on your bones, ve~"

I sighed in defeat as she began picking size two pants off the racks. "If you say so…"

She handed me two pairs of jeans, a dress, and three shirts, and then shoved me into a dressing room stall. I stripped down into just my underwear and bra and looked at my reflection.

Usually, I was just fine with my appearance. But, hearing her words, I realized I was kind of too skinny. I numbly ran my fingers over my rib cage, which definitely showed. My hand rested on my stomach, and I took in a deep breath.

"Maybe I could eat a little more food…" I murmured to myself as I finally turned to look at the clothes.

I wrinkled my nose as I looked at them. All of them looked too big for me. One was a purple and black plaid shirt on a white background, with loads of ruffles. I undid the buttons and then slid it on, feeling embarrassment as it hung lifelessly off of me. I buttoned it up and self-consciously messed with it as I noticed it hung so limp that it revealed my bra in the front. I tugged it up so it rested awkwardly on my shoulders, and then turned my attention to pulling on a pair of skinny jeans.

While those stayed on me, I couldn't help but feel depressed by the fact that they didn't feel like skinny jeans. I sighed as I adjusted the shirt again, then stepped out of the stall to show Feliciana.

She grinned at me with a cheery smile as she saw me, then frowned slightly as she saw how I kept tugging at the pants to keep them from slipping off. She frowned in thought, then declared, "You should eat fatty foods for the next few days. And four meals a day. And then maybe you'll fit."

I frowned in annoyance. "Are we done? Or do I have to try on the others?"

She shook her head. "No, change back into your other clothes and we'll go to the shoe store next."

I nodded and slid back into the stall, a bright blush burning my cheeks.

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The shoe store was less uncomfortable. I was used to buying Vans and such from the store, but I hadn't even glanced at the female aisles.

I almost gagged as I saw all of the heels. "You aren't going to make me wear heels, are you?"

She shook her head. "No. But you will buy a pair that match you're clothes, so you can get used to wearing them."

I moaned and held my face in my hands. "Oh the horror!"

She giggled, then pulled down two boxes. I noticed that they were the same brand and pair of shoes, only two varying colors. They were both platforms, and at the toe of the shoe was a button. One pair was black, the bottoms white with corresponding button, while the other pair was creamy tan and white striped, again with a white button.

I frowned as she held them out to me. "These are both size eight, so you have some room to grow. Try them on."

I slid my slip-on shoes and slid my ankle-socked feet into the black pair. I wiggled my toes around, then took a few steps. I could walk without them falling off, but didn't have much restriction.

I smiled slightly at her as I slipped them off. "They fit."

She grinned at me in that ever-cheery way of her's. "Good~!"

We bought both pairs of shoes and were about to leave the mall when, as an afterthought, she tugged me in the direction of the food court.

I placed my hand on my stomach, remembering that I needed to fatten up.

I sighed. No more small fries, I guess…

She bought me two quarter-pounders (which were Al's favorite) and forced me to eat it in front of her. After I finished the last bite, I moaned and held my stomach. "Too much…" I groaned, putting my head on the table.

"From now on, that's what you eat for dinner. I also bought a large container of fries. You have eat them before you go to sleep, okay?"

I sighed and nodded.

She smiled blissfully and grabbed my arm, pulling me into a standing position. "All we have to do is go to Wal-Mart, and then you can go home, ve~!"

I frowned as she tugged me towards the car. Feliciana was less merciful than you would think at first glance.

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Since the trip to Wal-Mart was even more torturous than I first thought, I'm not going to dare describe it.

However, after one simple trip, I now owned a blue-and-white striped bra with matching lacy blue boy shorts underwear (both one size bigger than I normally wear), a white thong ("Prevents panty-lines, ve~"), two pairs of black pantyhose, white tights, a silver (and expensive looking) purse, a white carry-around bag with pink hearts all over it, and, for good measure, a super-size bag of chocolate. (For snacking on between meals, she told me.)

I was near-tears when she dragged me to the check-out counter, the cashier staring at us in confusion. However, the elderly lady gave a knowing nod as she laid eyes on the items.

She smiled sweetly at me as she gave me the bags. "It's okay, darling. Nobody's judging you."

I wanted to claw her eyes out.

Feliciana added the bags to the pile in the backseat, then smiled sweetly at me. "That old lady was niiiice~"

I scowled as I started the car. "Just put your bloody seat belt on."

She gladly obliged.

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After dropping her off at her house (I wouldn't dare let her get back to my house and describe the details of the trip to my cousins and aunt), I drove back to my house, the late time now taking it's toll on the sky.

I glanced up at the sky as I locked the doors of the car, my arms weighted down by at least five shopping bags, noticing that it wasn't too late. The stars weren't even out yet.

I tried desperately to sneak into the house unnoticed.

However, that is impossible to do when you live with an extremely observant cousin, his overly obnoxious brother, and their always-worrying-over-me mother.

Immediately Matthew looked at the bags curiously. Alfred pawed at my arms, trying to snag a peek of what was in there. Finally Aunt Tori came to my rescue and took three of the bags into her arms, swatting away at Alfred while trying to sneak a look into the bags herself.

I quickly kicked her out of my room as soon as we set the bags down.

However, she wasn't so easy to get rid of. As I stuffed the bags under a pile of clothes in my closet, she leaned against the door pane. "Are you going to wear any of it tomorrow to school?"

I snorted and slammed the closet door shut with my foot. "Hell no. I don't fit any of it."

She raised a questioning eyebrow.

I sighed and laid down on my bed up side down, my head lolling to the floor. "She said I was too skinny, and that I have to fatten up. So she bought all of the clothes a few sizes bigger."

She nodded, as if she completely agreed with Feliciana. "You'll never fatten up with your diet, though."

I shrugged and moved back into a normal sitting position. "She bought me loads of chocolate and ordered me to eat fatty foods four times a day."

Aunt Tori grinned at me. "I suppose we'll have chocolate pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, then!" she sang happily, leaving the room before I could throw a pillow at her.

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Oh lord. Almost twenty-five hundred words long. *face desk* I spoil you guys too much! All my stories are getting this way! LOL

Just wondering, but which do you guys prefer? Stories with A/Ns, or stories without? Because I might make this upcoming story I'm about to write into a story without A/Ns, but I don't know…

Review! Hope you all enjoyed! ^3^