Everything but nothing club (Fruk)

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"Why are you following me again?" I asked, annoyed. Arthur followed me home and would not say why. It was starting to freak me out. "Shut up; I'm making sure you don't get in trouble," he spoke. I lifted an eyebrow at him, confused, and he began to walk beside me. I gave him a side-eye, and he continued to look forward. We walked up the steps to my house, and I began taking out the keys. "Honestly, I said it was fine," I spoke. However, he shook his head, disagreeing with me.

"Francis ? Est-ce vous ? Le dîner est prêt quand vous l'êtes ! Raconte-moi tout sur ta journée!" I heard my sister call. She had dinner ready, and I could smell it. "Oui, Arthur est là ! Je pense qu'il veut te parler" I responded. I looked to Arthur who looked even more nervous than before.

My sister turned the corner quickly and smiled once seeing Arthur. "Come in!" She cheered. She greeted him quickly and pulled him inside. "It is refreshing that Francis is making more friends!" She smiled. Arthur promptly took off his shoes, and I followed behind. My sister hasn't even looked at me yet, so she hasn't freaked out.

"You will stay for dinner!" My sister demanded.

"I can't; I only came to apologize for what I did to Francis," Arthur spoke. My sister lifted an eyebrow and finally turned to look at me. Her face grew horrified, and she grabbed my cheeks. "Francis! Qu'est-il arrivé à ton visage ? Vous battez-vous ? Dois-je vous donner un peu de sens?" She spoke angrily. I felt horrified as she said she would knock some sense into me. "No! Please! It was all my fault!" Arthur suddenly spoke. My eyes widened, and my sister and I looked at him, shocked.

Did he understand what she said?

"It was my fault, an accident, and I accidentally hit him...three times...BUT AN ACCIDENT AT THAT!" Arthur tried to defend himself. My sister let me go and began to smile at him. Arthur was looking down to the ground nervously. My sister lifted his chin to look at her, and his eyes widened. "Although it is odd that you "accidentally" hit my brother three times, I'm sure he deserved it. Francis can be an idiot sometimes," she giggled. My eyes widened, and I looked at her, shocked.

"HEY! THAT IS NOT HELPING!" I glared. My sister glared back at me, and I nearly sunk in. "You are right; he did deserve it a little," Arthur smiled at me. I looked at them, bonding over the fact that I deserved to be hit. "Come now! You will stay for dinner. Do you have a ride home? If not, Francis can walk you!" My sister pulled Arthur, and he dropped his things from the force. Really? is she volunteering me to do that?

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, ma'am," Arthur spoke nervously. "Don't be ridiculous! The more, the merrier!" My sister cheered. I dropped my things by the door and followed them into the dining area, which was part of the kitchen. My sister forced him to sit down and looked at me nervously. "Francis set the table," she demanded. I nodded at her and began to get plates, glasses, and silverware.

"Arthur, tell me, is Francis being good? He isn't fighting, right?" My sister asked. I rolled my eyes at what she said and began to place a plate in front of Arthur. "Sœur, il ne veut pas être dérangé par toutes les questions!" I whined. I didn't want her bothering him with so many questions. "Oh, don't worry, I don't mind the questions!" Arthur laughed.

So he could understand us?

"Arthur! You know French?" My sister cheered. Arthur looked away nervously, and I placed a glass in front of him. "Just a little bit..." he spoke, turning red. I couldn't help but smile looking at his face. I guess he did have other emotions besides anger.

Once I finished setting up the table, my sister placed the food down. "Arthur, tell us about yourself," my sister cheered. Geez, why did she want to get to know him so bad? It isn't like we are exactly best friends. "Umm, well, what do you want to know?" Arthur asked. I looked over at him, and his face was soft.

He wasn't angry, flustered, happy, sad, or anything else. He just had a softened expression that was charming and delicate. I could see the piercings he had were covered with clear nubs. He had freckles that lightly spread across his cheeks. He wasn't blushing or acting flustered, yet his cheeks had a natural pink to them.

"When did you move to Canada?" My sister asked. I continued to stare at him and take in every detail of his expression. His eyes were very masculine and stern. His eyebrows....well, besides the fact that they were thick, they added to his masculine look. They were darker than his hair but didn't look out of place.

I could see he was talking to my sister with the same calm face. He was very attractive, but his attitude wasn't. What a waste if you ask me. I'm sure he could have driven the girls...or guys, wild.

"Francis, when are you going to stop staring at our guest," my sister spoke. My eyes widened, and I turned to her, shocked. "YOU MUST LOVE TALKING!?" I glared. She smirked at me, and I looked back to Arthur, who looked annoyed.

No...

The expression it's gone.

"Oh, I must have struck a nerve!"

"Whatever!"

My sister was teasing me, I knew that, but she still made me get embarrassed with her comments.

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Once we finished with dinner, Arthur helped put up the table. "Oh, Arthur, before you leave, can you help Francis move boxes to my room, I've been telling him to do it for the longest time, but he hasn't yet," my sister spoke. I glared at her, and she continued to smile. What is she up to? "Hmm? Boxes?" Arthur asked. "I can do them later; he needs to go home," I spoke, annoyed. She placed her hand gently on her cheek and shook her head. "He says that every time; I think it is because he is too weak to lift the boxes, be a dear, and help," she smiled.

Okay! That's where I draw the line!

"I'm perfectly capable of doing it! I forget!" I defended myself. "See Arthur, my brother is an airhead; help him!" She pretended to cry. I felt my eye twitching, and I felt annoyed. Arthur looked at me and started to laugh, "Okay, I will help; it's no trouble at all," he smiled. I swear, it was like he was a different person around her. "Okay, go on now!" Lucile pushed up the stairs. Great, he was about to see my room now.