A/N: Gah! I'm so mean! I should have updated but I am lazy and I had homework which I dragged out to the last bloody minute. This is a relatively short chapter, but please enjoy nonetheless…-Scott
After Francis dried my tears with his shirt sleeve, he pulled me into a long, needy kiss. He wrapped my arms around my waist and cupped my face gently. For some strange reason, my tears stopped flowing and when Francis drew away, i stared at him with half lidded eyes. He chuckled;
"You've stopped crying." he said as he gazed into my glazed eyes with longing.
"B-breakfast...we...we should eat breakfast..." i said nervously. My head was swimming with thoughts of Francis and i couldn't think straight. I sat down on one of the chairs and fixed my gaze onto one of the china plates which was stacked up with delicious looking food.
After both of us had finished breakfast and finished getting ready Francis smoothly hooked his hand into mine and gave me a mischievous smile as he then kissed my forehead. I blushed, looking away, not wanting Francis to see the effect he made on me.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but now that we're dating, i can do this all i want." He smiled sweetly at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat. He could charm anyone with that smile.
As we walked to Uni, Francis swung his arm slightly, making my hand rock too. I felt so happy, so content, but I wondered if I could bring myself to tell Francis that I loved him. Maybe it was too soon to go declaring my love for him. I didn't want things to go too quickly. Another reason was that I was really insecure about the whole thing. I was always worried about what to do next, or doing something wrong.
When we made it to our first class, which was Mathematics, I quickly drew my hand away from his and opened the door. I didn't want people knowing about our relationship just yet. As I drew my hand away, I missed Francis' pained expression. I walked a couple of strides ahead as I walked up the steps to sit next to Kiku, a Japanese exchange student who I got along well with. Francis walked past me, winking and smiling but I ignored him, crossing my arms and huffing. I had to act exactly the same way as I did before I started dating him. Kiku chuckled, covering his mouth with a slender, pale hand.
"Same as always I see?" He said. I sighed and frowned, but followed Francis with my gaze as he went to join his friends which consisted of Gilbert, Antonio and Antonio's boyfriend whose name I used to forget all the time. Romana? No, Romano, like the cheese. I turned back around to face the front, rummaging through my bag and taking out a green notebook and a pen. Flicking through the notes, I prayed that the lesson would start. I wanted to be with Francis again. It was pathetic wanting to be with him all the time, but I guessed that was what love is like.
Mathematics was a complete and utter bore. Our teacher, Mr, Karpusi fell asleep half way through the hour and drooled on the test papers before we had a chance to fill them out. I wasn't complaining, but I spent the majority of the night revision for it. As soon as the lesson ended, I ran out of the classroom, trying not to fall down the steps and waited at the men's bathroom where Francis told me to meet him. A few minutes later he showed up, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hey, mon cher." He said as he gently kissed my cheek. I frowned with embarrassment but let him continue.
"H-hello…" I managed to say. Francis hugged me tightly, which surprised me.
"It was tiring not being able to touch you for an hour." He said, smiling as he rested his head on my shoulder, sighing deeply. I patted his head gently causing Francis to look up at me, his blue, beautiful eyes, round and watery. I took the chance, not bothering to look around me and kissed him on the lips. And it was at that very moment that we heard a camera shutter snap. I pulled away from Francis quickly. I didn't get to see the culprit's face, but I saw a person fun off with an antique camera in their hand. I gulped as I looked over to Francis who seemed to be unfazed, his head cocked slightly with confusion. Whoever that person was, they had just taken a great picture of Francis and I kissing…and I felt compelled to find out who that person was.