C'est La Vie

Human names used. High-school AU.

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#03 First Kiss

Arthur walked home with his eyes glued to the ground, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his school shirt. The weight of his bag cut in deep into his shoulder, but he didn't really care. His mind was melting into a puddle of nervous thoughts.

He just had his first kiss. And got his first boyfriend.

He had never imagined sharing that precious moment…with someone like him.

That perverted Francis of all people!

Arthur, being a freshman at the school that he was newly transferred to, couldn't deny the fact that his French senior was good-looking. A little too good-looking even. Francis was always seen on the school grounds, either flirting with a bunch of girls, or hitting on some clueless newcomers of the school.

Arthur was no exception.

When he arrived at the school, Francis had been the one to show him around. He'd also introduce him to his best friends group – some albino kid who kept talking about beer and birds, and the other kid, that cheerful brunette who called everyone his amigo. Truth be told, Arthur really didn't care much about socializing. All he wanted to do was to excel in his schoolwork, as expected from his parents. If he had time at the end of the term, he'd fancy dating a cute girl who was equally as good at embroidery as he was.

But Francis certainly had other ideas.

In time, Arthur had learnt that this particular senior was the Horniest. Person. Ever. He had seen him wrap his arms around random girls' waists while they talked, pulling them as close to him as possible. On other occasions, he had seen Francis stroking people's thighs during their supposed discussion of some economics homework.

But the strangest part was, he would never leave Arthur alone. He'd wait for him after class, follow him to his favourite spot under the apple tree and spend recess with him; he would even dally around his locker after school just to catch up with him. Arthur did have an inkling that he was being bullied, with all the unwanted attention. But Francis was never one to say or do anything mean or rude to him (frequent kinky remarks excluded). He would always ask Arthur how his day was, how he had been lately, his likes and dislikes, and even his family. Arthur was pretty sure Francis had known enough about him to write a full twenty-page report of 'The Daily Life of Arthur Kirkland'. He had no idea why he was practically stalking him, and he never had the motivation to find out. As long as he didn't follow him home or into one toilet cubicle with him, he didn't want to spend time worrying about it.

Like any other day at school, today had been a quiet and peaceful day; rather uneventful, except for the fact that Arthur had just found out that he was ranking in the top three in every subject.

'Salut, Arthur!' Francis waved from afar, walking towards his (or so it seemed to become, their) usual spot for lunch. Oh, in fact, if Arthur was allowed to complain about one thing, it had to be him. Francis was getting more and more suggestive with his actions…he pinched his butt with one firm squeeze while he was changing into track pants for Sports today! He had turned around cussing at the grinning face before storming out of the already vacated change room. That sent shivers down Arthur's spine, flooding him with goose bumps and making him avoid Francis for the rest of the day.

How dare he come and talk to me? Bloody hell.

When Francis finally came over, Arthur's obvious scowl had made him back away a little. 'Aw, you don't seem happy to see me, Arthur!'

'Wanker.'

'Quoi, you didn't know that I am?'

Arthur lifted his head up and glared deadly into his eyes.

'Take a joke, Arthur. Alors, I'll see you later then!' He moved back and walked to his buddies, head slightly shaking. Arthur frowned harder.

True to his words, after three periods of lessons that were taken separately, Arthur found the taller blond leaning his back on his locker, eagerly waiting. The hallway lights were dimmed as most students already scurried home. Arthur was presenting a speech on environmental issues today, taking up some time after school. He breathed in deeply and sighed. He would get this locker run over and done with, and rush home. He would not say one single word to Francis.

He walked up to his locker with loud, heavy steps and opened its door violently, pushing Francis out of the way. Rummaging through his bag and pushing a number of items in, he quickly slammed the door shut. That was when the second set of shivers was sent down his spine today. Francis was running his hand up and down his back, tickling and drawing circles lightly. It was indeed really comfortable, but it just felt…wrong. He turned around in confusion and a slight sense of fear, his back now leaning on the locker.

'What do you want?' He knew he swore himself to silence with the guy, but things were just getting so bizarre. He could even feel his cheeks warming up at his touch. What the hell was wrong with him?

'You.' The look of disappointment on Francis face – since Arthur was ignoring him –was replaced by a smug one. His voice sounded unusually determined as well.

Before Arthur could generate a response from his puzzled mind, he saw Francis' face coming closer and closer to his, his lips going for his forehead then his cheeks. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, but somehow his body was not doing anything to stop Francis. It was as if he was expecting and wishing for more. Finally, their lips joined in a tender touch. It started out soft and soothing, and though Arthur would not admit it, the smell of Francis' cologne made everything even more captivating. Eventually, Francis began sweeping his tongue along Arthur's lower lip, gently nibbling on it. Arthur couldn't do anything but open his mouth slightly for him. His palms were pressed firmly against Francis' chest, while the taller blond ran one hand around Arthur's cheeks and into his short blond hair, the other holding onto his side. Drawing out several gasps and soft moans from the Brit, Arthur could feel Francis' lips curling up into a smile before he pulled away satisfied, adoration twinkling in his eyes.

Still gripping onto his waist, Francis whispered into Arthur's ear, 'Will you go out with me?'

And how could he say no after the most mind-blowing first kiss in history?

A/N:

This is my first attempt at AU…please let me know you think about it!

Thank you for reading this far!

Next chapter is already written…with waaaayyyy more substance in it. XD

Alors, merci! A bientot!