New boy - FrUk

He was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.

"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.

My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Chéri, Can I borrow a pencil?" I sat up, took the only pencil I had, and chucked it at the kid. "Don't talk to me in the language." He smiled at me, none the less. "Merci!" I threw my head back on the desk, grumbling. I knew I was gonna grow to hate this 'Francis Bonnefoy'.

-Lunch Time-

I'd hardly got through three of my classes. I threw up once, coughed both of my lungs out, had a fever of one hundred, and, to top it off, Francis was in all of my classes! I groaned, I was sitting in the office, waiting for my dad to come pick me up.

I had my face in my hands when I heard the same annoying accent I've heard all day. "Héy, Can I have the bathroom key?~"

I looked up and saw Francis walking towards me, holding a, yes, bathroom key in his hands. "Mon Chéri, What are you doing here and why do you look so sickly?" I scowled up at him. "Maybe because I'm sick!" I said harshly, going into a coughing fit soon after. He sat next to me and pat my back, slowing my coughs. "Get away from me..." I said, voice cracking. I felt his presence leave my side.

I looked up, not expecting him to really leave. "Au revoir, Chéri, Get better soon!" He walked away laughing. I turned a few shades of red, putting my head down. "Why the bloody hell am I blushing for? I hate him...He confuses me so much..." I heard the school door open and my dad walk in, I knew it was him. "Iggy, what happened?! Are you Ok?! Are you hurt?! What happened?!" I sighed, all his screaming hurting my head. "Dad...Please..."

"Mr. Jones." The lady at the front desk said. "Yeah?" He looked up. "Will you please sign out Mr. Kirkland and he will be free to go home..." She spoke. My dad walked over to the desk and talked to the lady. It was embarrassing for the teachers to know I had a different last name as my dad, but he said my name was to cool to change. Arthur Kirkland. What's cool about that name?

"Ok! Son!" My dad said, hoisting me over his shoulder. "A-Ahh! Dad! P-Please! I'm si-!" My pleas fell deaf on both of our ears as my dad continued to carry me out of the school. I froze, the last thing I saw before being taken out of the doors by my dad was, Francis Bonnefoy, grinning stupidly, watching me at one of my most embarrassed states.

-At Home-

"No! Dad!" I yelled, walking in our house, starting a coughing fit again. "Arthur! C'mon you know I was having fun!~" I  turned on my heals to face him. "That wasn't being fun! That was embarrassing!" I hid my face in my hands. "And right in front of him...I'm going to bed!" I ran up the stairs and into my room. My dad just stood at there, watching me leave. "Ok! Uhm...Let me know if you need anything!" He called.

"I won't!" I called back. "I know..."

-The next day-

I woke up late at night; I looked at my bedside clock. The numbers 4:56 am flashed on the screen. My dad was probably sleeping.

I stumbled out of bed slowly, walking down the stairs slower. I found my dad awake (surprisingly), in the living room. "Hey Dad..." I rubbed my eyes. He looked at me. "Hey Son..." I sat next to him on the couch. "You ok?  You don't seem all happy and bubbly."  I wiggled my fingers to prove my point.

My dad fell silent. "Arthur..." He paused. "It's Friday, now, right? Since it's after midnight." I nodded. "What are you getting at Dad?" He thought for a moment. "You know what Tuesday is, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Dad, Valentine's Day...You know I hate that day."

He thought for another second. "But...Remember when you were yelling at me when we got home? You mentioned someone. You said 'And right in front of him'...It's just that...I'm scared...You never tell me these sorts of things..." I took in what my dad had said.

He thought...That I was embarrassed to be seen by Francis because...I loved him!? I jumped up, making my head spin a few times. "What?! Oh No! No! No! I do not l-lo...Erm...care for him is any way! I hate him! I-It was just that I didn't want him to make fun of me for having a dad that would carry his sick child out of school! He seems to get a kick out of making me mad!"  My dad laughed. "Arthur...That's not hard to do...Even I get a kick out of it. Also, fun is the best way to overcome the flu!"  

I spun on my heels. "Shut up, Dad, I'm going back to bed." I began to walk up the stairs when I heard my dad. "Son, you know you can come to me if anything happens, right?" I heard the seriousness in tone and nodded. "Yeah, Dad, I do..." A smile seemed to be visible in his words once again. "Ok, Night." I waved. "Night Dad, you get some sleep to!" I heard his quick 'Ok' before going back into my dark room once again.

I can't believe he thought I was in love with Francis... I crawled under my blankets and hugged them close. I don't love him...I don't want to...I hate him... I felt my eyes began to slowly close. Although...My heart beats insanely fast when I think about him...Damned it Bonnefoy...You get a crazy kick out of making me mad...

-Later that day-

I woke up around 5:37 pm. I sat up and rubbed my head, my fever was gone and I felt almost fine. Although I still felt some symptoms. "Arthur?~" I heard my dad call from downstairs. I hobbled out of bed and down stairs. "Yeah, Dad?" I leaned against the wall, loving the cool feeling. "Someone's here to see you~" My dad flashed me his 'amazing' smile, thumb pointing towards the door. Huh?

I walked to the door, a blonde, Frenchmen was standing in front of me. Looking at a bright red rose held in his hand. "Wh-What the bloody hell are you doing here?! How do you know where I live?!" He smiled at me, "Bonjour, Mon Chéri, How are you feeling." He handed me the bloody flower, I took it, not to be rude. "Answer my question!" I felt my cheeks flush, politeness gone. He walked in and sat on the couch. "I have my ways~" He spoke.

My cheeks grew redder. "That's lovely, You stalk me and your creepy. Bonus for me!" I clenched the rose in my hand, making the poor flower tilt. Francis stood up and brought his face close to mine. "Ohnononon! ~ No, Chéri. Nothing like that, I just broke into the school files." He finger was pressed to my lips. I was frozen.

"Speaking of school..." He looked thoughtful for a second. "I missed you when you were gone, Amour. You know, this was only my second day" He winked at me. I growled in my throat. "You Git! Tell what the bloody hell your saying!" He smiled at me. "Well, Chéri means 'Darling' and...Amour means..." He took my naked shoulders and brought my ear close to his lips. "Love..." He quickly let me go and walked out of my house. "See you on Monday, Amour!"

I was frozen in my spot, I heard the door close quietly and brought my hands to my ears. How...How the fuck does he do this to me?! He makes me feel like I wanna kill the bloody bastard...but then, I wanna kiss him until my lips are numb... I griped the rose and walked up to my room, ignoring my Dad's worried questions. I lay on my bed. Bastard...He's turning me into a love-sick girl Oh well...Guess that's what happens when...Your in love I smiled and held the rose close to my chest, soon drifting into sleep.

-Monday-

I was Ok by then, still, I wasn't perfect. I walked slowly to my first hour room, knowing exactly when the bell was going to ring. I heard giggles and quiet chuckle. I poked my head around, to see down the hallway. I was Francis leaning over a brunette girl, arm placed over her head. They laughed more as they talked. I couldn't believe it! Francis had told me the other day his nicknames for me where 'Darling' and 'Love'. Now he's trying to get in some girls' dress?

I felt my heart tear. Not only did I hate Valentine's day, I hated the entire February month! It was horrible! Filled with so much love and romantic crap. I heard the bell ring but it was muffled to my ears. I walked into the nearby class room and sat in my desk, waiting for all the kids to fill in. The chair next to me scrapped against the ground. "Hey, Amour! Your back!" I heard the Frenchmen painfully loving accent. "Don't talk to me..." I grumbled.

To be honest, I wanted him to talk to me. But that wasn't going to happen.

The rest of the class period was silent between us.

-Lunch-

Francis ran up to me after Third hour. "Arthur!~ Chéri!" I turned, this was first time he said my name. I froze when he wrapped his arms around me. "H-Hey! Let go of me!" I tried to free myself, but failed. "No! Did I do something to make you mad, Amour?  I thought I made it clear on Friday that I love you!" I froze again, face heating up. "If you love me you wouldn't be flirting with girls!" I yelled, quickly regretting it.

He let me go, my hand slapped onto my heated face. "I-I mean! I didn't! Please! Argh!" I heard his chuckle that I was becoming to hate. "Arthur~ Calm down." I got a shiver from the way he purred my name, His hand came down to cup my cheeks. "If you're talking about this morning, I wasn't flirting! That was my old friend from a long time ago, She's loved me since she saw me so...I tend to give her false hope now and then..." I scowled. "So you play with hearts?"

"Not yours, Amour...I've loved you since the first time I saw you~" I felt my eyes fall closed part way, My face heated, and arms gripping Francis'. "I...think...I maybe...might...lo-...li-...care for you too...Francis..." He smiled, "I know you do, Arthur~" I felt his lips press onto mine for a short time, before pulling back.

I wished the time had been longer but I had no intention of showing my want. "C'mon Git, where going to waste our lunch time..." Francis smiled and took my hand.  "Of Course, Amour." I blushed at the contact and words, But I didn't care.

-The Next Day-

I had to admit this was the first Valentine's day I actually was happy it came. I ran up to Francis that morning, seeming a bit too happy to see him. "Morning, Francis!" I blurted. "Matin, Amour. You look awfully happy." I blushed. "I-It's Valentine's day, Stupid! H-Here..." I handed him a rose, much like the one he gave me when I was sick. He chuckled and took the rose, placing it in his locker we were standing by. "Here, is your gift." I leaned down, pressing a firm kiss on my lips.

His arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. We broke apart seconds later. My face was red and hot, "That's not much of a gift..." I said, although I was really satisfied with it~ "Ohnononon~ What better gift is greater than I?~" I looked at him with a bored look. "Jerk." I laughed, hitting him over the head with my backpack.

He pecked me on the lips once more, I stared at him with bored yet loving eyes.

"Je t'aime..."
"Bloody Git, Tell me what you said..."

He pulled me close to him, pressing his lips to my neck.

"I love you, Arthur~"

I shuddered.

"Oh...I-I love you...too...Francis..."