Alfred stuck out his tongue, trying to fix his hair in the small, dirty mirror wedged in between the towel dispensers and the door to the bathroom. He huffed and finally gave up after his blonde hair flopped awkwardly into his eyes. Straightening out his shirt with one of his favorite bands on it, the fifteen-year-old finally decided to go out and face the world... Or should he say, the person that meant the world to him. Francis Bonnefoy.

When the new senior enrolled at his school, Alfred knew it was meant to be. Picture it; an unusually tall, emo sophomore with his older, extremely handsome French boyfriend. It would be crazy not to picture them together.

Alfred sneaked a quick peek of Francis talking to a teacher. He was thin and lanky, yet still shorter than Alfred, and appeared to be soft to the touch, with long, silky hair, and dreamy bluebell eyes. Alfred stared a bit more before dashing away to the tables.

Alfred's best friend, Arthur, rubbed at his temples once Alfred brought up his love. "He's out of your league, obviously. I mean, look at yourself, Al."

Alfred did, and frowned. Band tee-shirt, skinny jeans with rips in the knees, black converse, glasses with black frames, a piercing in his left ear... "What's so bad about me? You're the one dressed like a tiny punk rocker."

"You're missing the point here. And I'm not tiny, you're just a fucking giant." Arthur scrunched his thick eyebrows together, the two piercings on his right one sticking out. "Your crush is a preppy little snot that loves pastels and probably loves wearing flower crowns in his spare- Are you even listening to me?"

Alfred sighed dreamily, gazing at Francis lovingly. "I bet he'd look adorable in daisies... Or roses... Or forget-me-nots..."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You really like him, don't you? What if he isn't gay?"

"Then I'll cry and eat ice cream... Oh, Francis, you heartbreaker..." Alfred purred.

Arthur sighed heavily. "Confess then. Live while you're still young, I guess."

Alfred frowned. "Sh-should I? You know what, I will... Hey, where'd he go?" He looked around, but there was no sign of his love anywhere. He turned around and nearly died when he saw Francis standing over his shoulder.

"I love your shirt." He smiled, staring at Alfred's chest. "They are one of my favorites."

Alfred stammered. "Oh-oh yeah? I like th-them too..." He could hear Arthur snorting in the background.

Francis chuckled. "May I...?" He pointed to the seat next to Alfred. Alfred nodded slowly, a large smile creeping across his face. Francis took his seat, stroking his hair.

Arthur bit his tongue, obviously trying not to laugh. "I'm.. Gonna take a piss..." He managed out, walking to the bathroom. His laughter could be heard from outside the building.

Francis smiled. "My name is Francis. Yours?"

Alfred blushed intensely. "Yeah." Francis rose a brow and Alfred internally slapped himself. "Shit, I mean... Alfred. My name's Alfred."

The senior laughed. "That's what I thought. No wonder why your little friend laughed so much; you are... funny."

Alfred blushed at the compliment. "I-I am...?"

Francis nodded, before looking down, putting a hand on his mouth. "I like your shirt..." He mumbled into his hand.

"You said that already."

Francis made a small noise before shaking his head. "I came to ask you a question. Why have you been staring at me for....a while now?"

Alfred swallowed. "Um... It could be.. Because... Cause..." Because you're beautiful. Because you're like an angel. Because you're fucking cute.

Francis chuckled, cutting him off. "I see. Meet me here after school." He got up and left right as the fifth period bell rang.
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Alfred spotted Francis in the same spot, smoking a thin cigarette. His long hair was pulled back.

"Hey, uh, Francis..." Alfred called out. Francis whipped around, smiling and patting the seat next to him.

After a moment of awkward silence, Francis put out his cigarette and sighed. "I know you love me."

Alfred's stomach dropped. "Uh-uh-huh..." He managed out, his heart beating fast.

Francis smiled. "You are adorable. Never change." He took Alfred's arm and wrote his number on his wrist.

Alfred blushed. "Do you like me too?"

Francis laughed. "Cute..." He cupped Alfred's face and kissed him passionately. Alfred moaned softly, holding Francis' small waist with both hands. Francis slipped into his lap, pressing the larger male against the table, and his legs snaked around Alfred's body.

After what seemed like hours of bliss, Francis pulled away slowly, lifting his hands away as he got up. "Until we meet again." He ruffled Alfred's failed hairstyle. "Call me~" He hummed before walking away.

Alfred sighed dreamily, watching him leave. Then, he sat up suddenly. Holy fuck...

Did that just happen?!