A/N: Okay so…my teachers are being bad bullies! DX! Anyways! You guys make me sooo happy! A HUGE thank you for all those who followed, favorite, and reviewed! So yeah from last time our little problem is solved…sort of…but anyways! Here it goes! I'm so tired today! I have this report that has to be really long and I wrote the whole thing today! So yeah…*faints*
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Warning: Um…Nothing…Oh yeah, mentions of PruCan and mentions of FrUk.
The day before the amusement park
Francis is supposed to not have a roommate but he still shared (secretly) a dorm with the school's proclaiming awesomeness, Gilbert, by letting Gilbert have his room most of the time while he goes to his room. Francis was currently wondering the halls at midnight. Why? Because Gilbert and his birdie, Matthew, were-Ahem- busy with some stuff that can't be bothered.
"That's right tomorrow… That American is going to pay for stealing my toy." Francis looked down at his clock which shows that it has been an hour since he'd been kicked out of his room. He decided they must be done so he walked back to his room, but on his way he knocked into someone. A certain someone he hated. Alfred F. Jones. Self-proclaimed hero.
"Whoa dude!" Alfred looked up. Oh dammit! It had to be him doesn't it?! "Francis." He said through gritted teeth.
Francis on the other hand was thinking something on the line of that. What have I done to deserve something like this? "Alfred." He hissed out. They both stood there mimicking each other's expressions. That's when the special someone came into the rescue.
"Alfred? F-Francis? What are you two doing?" Arthur suddenly popped out of nowhere and stared at the two boys. They both turned towards Arthur in unison. "We. Aren't. Doing. Anything."
"Um…No need to start a world war III with me…"
Somehow that was the key to break the awkward glance between the two boys. They begin to laugh; they laughed until they had tears coming out of their eyes.
"Wh-what?"
"Nothing it's just you, man."
"Non, it's nothing." Alfred and Francis both exchanged a final glance towards each other before Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him away. When they were out of sight and Francis was the only one in the halls. When he finally decided to leave and get some sleep Francis turned and walked back to his room. Opened the door, and got a pillow to the face. When he pulled it off he was met with a scene.
"Non! Non! Why can't you two go to your room, Matthew?!" Matthew shook his head.
"Why not? After all it's your room, both of your rooms!" Gilbert was about to say something about how he was being so unawesome but was silenced when he saw Francis's killer gaze. Gilbert quickly grabbed Matthew and their clothes and ran out of the room. Butt naked.
After Francis has become a member of the Bad Touch Trio in 9th grade. He begins to feel weird whenever Arthur is near him…he was the love master! So why couldn't he figure this out?! He always asks himself. But one day the questioning all stopped. It was a unusual Friday; people were quiet instead of being loud, teachers are funny instead of being strict and mean. As Francis scanned the room his every-girl-fall-for blue eyes landed on Arthur. ARTHUR! Of all people there is his eyes landed on Arthur. His eyes lingered on the British boy for a while before returning to hunt for its prey. But every minute or so his eyes and mind would go back to either looking or thinking of the Brit.
'This is getting weird…' he thought to himself. Suddenly Arthur turned his head to look at the clock, his eyes landed on Francis. It felt like forever before the bell finally rang and the students and the teachers to rush out leaving Arthur and Francis alone. It was awkward before Arthur finally spoke.
"Seems like they're busy." Was all he said. All Francis could do was to nod. "Anyways, I've got to go so if you have an appointment with someone after school you can get to it." Francis was shocked as he watched Arthur walk out. 'Was that what he thought he was?' He thought to himself. Of course he'd flirt with everyone but he wasn't sure about being described as a playboy. That night all he could do was think about Arthur, and no one else, just Arthur. That's when he realized he knew everything about that boy; the way he dress, the way his eyes lit up when he sees something he liked, the way he walked, etc. He noticed every single thing about him!
"Oh no…I'm in love with…A-Arthur?!"
A/N: It would help to remember the dorm chart thingy for the rest of the story… So I was on Facebook, and I saw this picture of a HUGE hamburger bed thingy and I was like O_O OMG! AMERICA HAS FINALLY DONE IT! HE MADE A HAMBURGER BED!