A/N: Hallo everyone. Thanks for reading this. This is just a reminder that all of you are hella awesome. Enjoy-Scottie
A tall figure stood over me, I could barely see his face. The room was dark so that I could just scarcely make out his shadow. The figure leant over me, I dared not move, scared that the man would attack me. Instead, the man leant down and softly kissed my forehead, then he turned toward the door. I reached out after the man, wanting to feel his warmth once more…
I snapped out of my dream by the sound of my phone vibrating. I groaned and rubbed my red, puffy eyes, sitting up. Pulling the phone off of the charger, I squinted at the bright screen. It was a text from Alfred. Sighing, I unlocked my phone and read the text.
sup & a couple of dudes r gonna go and get shitfaced 2night at black velvet, wanna come?
I shook my head at the disgusting grammar usage and flopped back down onto the bed and yawned. Black velvet was the local club where teenagers and young adults met up all the time to have a good time and get laid. I didn't particularly like clubs, but it had been a while since I had last had some action in the bed. I texted Alfred that I would go, but I would have to be back at latest 12 o'clock.
I stumbled out of my bed and then did I realise I had fallen asleep in my clothes. They were now crumpled and in a sorry state. I removed my clothes and went to the wardrobe to put a clean shirt, a pair of trousers and a knitted jumper on. As I put on my clothes I realised that the plate and the cutlery were missing from the door. Francis must have come in in the night and taken away the plate. Maybe when he entered my room, he kissed me on the forehead, just like the man in my dreams. My face heated up as I thought about that. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such disgraceful things. But the image of Francis kissing me was stuck in my head for all of the day.
After I attempted to brush out my cow licked hair, I opened my bedroom door, only to be welcomed by the smell of toasted bread and bacon. I licked my dry lips and sauntered to the kitchen, pushing the door open softly. Francis was (yet again) in front of the stove. He was humming an unfamiliar tune to himself, but stopped when he heard me.
"Ah, good morning, mon cher. Take a seat, I have cooked you some breakfast." I was taken back by how he used "mon cher"so casually. I knew what that meant, since I was part fluent in French, but like hell I was going to tell frog face that. I looked at France for a few seconds, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable, then when he looked away, admitting defeat, I sat down. As Francis finished cooking, I began to admire the way the table was laid. It looked so elegant and I didn't even know that we had so much crockery.
A plate was placed in front of me, waking me up.
"T-thank you..." I whispered, beginning to turn jealous of Francis' skills. Francis smiled.
"Don't just stare at it, you can start eating," He chuckled. I frowned and aggressively picked up my knife and fork and started cutting the bacon, shoving it into my mouth. "You looked so elegant when you slept, what happens when you wake up?" Francis smiled and gazed at me as he sat down opposite me. I blushed, quickly looking down at my plate, trying to avoid his piercing gaze.
"D-Don't watch me when I sleep, it's weird, you pervert!" Francis smirked.
"Takes one to know one~" Francis sang as he nibbled elegantly at his food. I huffed at this comment and whispered under my breath.
"Am not…" But I was lying.
A couple of minutes later, we finished breakfast. I thanked Francis and complimented his cooking. I swear that Francis blushed slightly when I said the compliment. Francis told me to go and get ready for school while he washed up. As I brushed my teeth, I noted that Francis would be the perfect house wife. Plus, he looked damn good in an apron. I blushed as an image of a very naked Francis, just covered by an apron popped into my mind. I cursed and thought of my grandmother to calm me down.
I felt a vibration in my pocket, and I pulled out my phone. There was another text from Alfred. I groaned, not wanted to talk to him.
Bro I 4got to tell u that Frenchy is comin too. Hes hella popular with the girls so he can bring some along.
My heart dropped as I realised that Francis was a total player. He had the looks of a model and was from a country whom accents were gorgeous. From what I saw, he was the university's heartthrob. I snorted to myself as I realised that I would never have a chance with him. Only when I looked in the mirror did I then see how upset about that I was. Tears threatened to fall out of me green eyes, but I restrained them.
"Why are you getting so worked up about this, you're pathetic." I told myself and splashed water in my face to cover up the fact that I was close to tears.
But something inside me told me that I still had a chance with him. That something would have to be a miracle.