Why so gloomy? (Fruk)

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We began walking into town, looking at stores as we passed by. People looked at Arthur with his umbrella, confused, but he did not seem to care about it. It was as if he was used to people staring at him. He looked a little funny with his sunglasses on, and I tried not to laugh. "How about this place? There is a lot of shade!" I smiled. He tilted his head down to look me in the eyes, and I wanted to laugh again. He looked like a secret service agent.

"Yeah, if that's where you want to go?" He asked unsurely. I nodded at him and gently grabbed his hand. Although that dream of mine was a little scary, there was one thing it made me realize.

I liked him a lot and eventually wanted to be more than friends.

I know it might seem too soon, but I think my subconscious developed a crush on him. I had that weird sex dream about him. Wait... am I into biting? Hmmm, I'd rather not test out that theory.

We both walked under the shaded area with umbrellas, and he closed the one he had brought. "Francis, I still don't understand why you are so eager," he spoke. He placed his cheek on the palm of his hand and looked at me. "Hmm?" I hummed. I smiled at how he looked at me. He was so cute and attractive. "Yeah, I don't think we should be friends..."

"Hmmm? And you say that as you agreed to sit down with me?"

"Yeah, I figured I'd properly tell you I don't think we should be friends."

What he said shocked me. What was up with him? I was trying my hardest, but he still thought this way? "Give me a good reason why?" I asked. He rolled his eyes at me and leaned against his chair. "Because! We would not be good friends! I'd hurt you!" He tried to say.

"Ah yes, the old "I'll hurt you," how about I decide if you'll do that?"

"Eh? Francis? You are an idiot! You make no sense!"

"Me? The idiot? Arthur, you silly goose, you haven't realized why I want to be so close to you?" I asked.

I'm sure he must see I had a little thing for him. I can be very open. He looked at me, confused, and I rubbed my temples, annoyed. He really was an idiot. "What are you saying?" He asked. I shook my head at him, annoyed, and shrugged. "Ugh, nothing! You will figure it out later..." I started.

"Unless you really are a huge idiot..." I whispered.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Nothing!"

A waitress came up to us, and I smiled at her. "Do you want anything to eat, or did you just want a drink?" I asked. "Ah, can I just have a green tea? In a small cup," Arthur spoke. The waitress nodded, and I ordered a light lunch and coffee. I was still feeling really exhausted. However, not hungover exhausted. It was more like an anemic feeling. My head was feeling light, and I needed to eat something. Maybe it isn't good to be doing all this walking, especially in the sun. It could be making me feel worse.

"So, let's get to know each other! Where and when were you born?" I smiled. He began to observe me, and I looked at him with a confused smile. He really has terrible trust issues. "How about I make you a deal?" I asked. He finally softened his expression and tilted his head. "Like what?" He asked. "Every time you tell me something, you can ask me anything you want!" I smiled. He looked at me suspiciously and pressed his cup against his lips, not breaking eye contact.

"You can go first!"

"Uhhh...Where are you from?" He asked softly. I smiled at him and nodded. "From France, Rue, France to be specific, "I smiled. I gestured for him to go now, and he looked nervous. "Reading...England," He spoke softly. My eyes widened, and I soon began to smile. "Wow! I have heard so much about it! Maybe one day we can go to the festival!" I cheered. He nodded at me nervously and began to fiddle his thumbs. "What's your favorite color?" He asked.

HE WAS SO CUTE!

"My favorite color....ahh, well, it would have to be...purple? maybe?" I giggled a little, and he smiled slightly. "Purple seems to fit you," He spoke. "And you?" I asked. "I think...maybe green?" he spoke. I tilted my head at him, and he looked at me, confused. "How conceded must you be to like the same color as your eyes," I teased. His jaw dropped, and I laughed as he began to glare at me. "WHY YOU!"

"Hey! I am only messing with you," I laughed. He took a breath out calmly and soon began to smile at me. "So you have jokes?" he asked. I continued to smile at how cute he got when he was sassing me. "I have a ton of jokes, Arthur. Would you like to hear them all?" I asked. I began to lean closer toward him, and he rolled his eyes. "That won't be necessary," He spoke.

I grabbed his cold hand gently, and he looked at me, confused. "Honestly, how does that not bother you?" he asked. "Hmmm? how cold your hands are?" I asked. "Yes! People usually avoid touching me because of it," He answered. He was so silly as if everyone he meets will be the same. "Well, I guess I do not care! I have warm hands, so it feels better against my skin...but either way, I wish you would stop assuming that I will react to you as other people do! it makes me sad!" I pretended to pout and be sad.

"Yeah, whatever!" he rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt this intense feeling. I began to hold my head, and a rush of dizziness overcame me. "Francis? are you okay?" Arthur asked. I nodded at him nervously and tried to shake it off. "Yeah! I think maybe I need to stretch?" I spoke, confused. I stood up from my seat as he stared at me worriedly. As I stood up, my vision went blurry, and I felt myself sway a bit. "Nope, I lied," I spoke before falling to the ground.