cigarettes and chlorine [fruk]

Chapter 1

Written with @usukusuk

Francis Bonnefoy an average teen who had moved all the way from Paris, France, to cold "bloody" (its one of the first slang words he heard at airport after setting his foot on London grounds, he laughed.) England. Not that he is complaining, at least not too much for his parents to flip. It's not like he disliked or hated England, only the fact that he had to leave his homeland, his family and his swim team for his father's work. Francis did not enjoy leaving things behind, nor forgotten, no one really did. Francis a tall handsome male with golden blonde shoulder length hair, which he took care of with all his heart. He likes to care of himself, not just his hair, but his body and skin as well, his mother even admitted once that her only son had more body and hair products than him.

Sighing he called a goodbye to his mother this afternoon leaving for the trials for the swim team at his school. Francis was very excited to be able to enter the club and swim in a team again, even with the cold English weather. He had his swimming bag on his shoulder with his swimming trunks in it. Francis was a very dedicated swimmer and is also really good at it. His parents saw Francis talented in swimming the moment their little boy learnt how to swim, even at a young age he was very passionate about the art of swimming. Francis dream was to become a professional swimmer and be able to win prizes and be known worldwide. Once he even had the dream to swim at the Olympics, it made his dream spread wider. Having big dreams made it for others hard to believe they would come true. Even his mother had stopped believing that Francis will be able to make it there, trying to get her sons mind somewhere else. Francis didn't want to though, he worked hard and he still does to get his performance to the best he can achieve. Francis had set many records back in his French team in France and he was one of the best, more like the best.

Francis ran his hand through his hair reaching the gates of his, still, new school. He had already seen and been to the swimming pool, well the outside one (He wasn't too sure if there was in inside one, he hoped for one) Licking his lips holding back a grin he made his way to the swimming pool already seeing all the students who wanted to apply for the team, or were already were in the team (Francis didn't know who was in the team as he had just seen a flyer of it). He got to the table signing in, writing his name down and which class he was in. The coach told the students to go get dressed and that is what everyone did. Francis got into his swimming trunks they hugged his legs till his middle thigh perfectly, and then he put on his swimming cap. Francis did not appreciate what the material does to his hair but better than experiencing the pain of seeing his hair in the water. Francis was well build, his muscles showed that especially his stomach and legs and his arms, swimming and puberty did a good job.

Francis rubbed his head a little getting ready as a group of males swam the first round. Licking his lips he stepped on the block of the swimming pool, a smirk made its way up to his lips and energy ran through his veins as he saw the male touch the wall making Francis jump into the water. Francis swam the way he was used to, which his team mates in France said was gracefully and fast as a dolphin. The water rushing against his water made him feel good, and forcing himself through it made him feel powerful giving his energy up just for the pleasure of feeling the water against his skin. Francis loved the water, he loved the feeling of swimming.

A relieved sigh left his lips hearing the teacher, more like the devil in Arthur Kirklands eyes, called detention done. Grumbling to himself he got of his swinging chair, which fell to the ground afterwards, and made his way out of the building of hell on earth. He could feel the glare on his back from the teacher, but he ignored it swinging his school back over his shoulder lazily. Arthur's spiked messy blonde hair was all over the place and the way he walked did show that he did not "give-one-fuck". His attitude has even less appeal, forcing teachers to dislike his rude words and rudder actions. He rubbed his nose a little, eye bags found under his eyes from not sleeping at night rather in classes. Arthur Kirkland a punkish British male, he was the usual "bad boy" from the school, only difference is that he was not really into female gender. It was quite obvious to some students and even teachers, as Arthur has his eyes almost on every good looking male that came into his radar. Flirting is what Arthur usually avoids, checking out was much more entertaining especially when the other one notices it. A lazy smirk would make it up to Arthur's face and he would laugh. Even though Arthur enjoyed playing with the minds of attractive males, he hadn't dated since a while. To rumors, he had gotten his heart broken and was utterly devastated and still healing, half of it was true. He did get his heart broken and was devastated. But he got over it...his words. He never was the happy kid, he had lost his parents due to airplane crash and now was living with his Brothers, short for "Bloody Bastards Brothers" he had 4 of them. All older. Making him their "baby rebel brother". Arthur had always struggled with the relationship with his older brothers, since he was younger they would always treat him differently. And at one point one of them accused him for their parent's death. Arthur was taken back and deeply hurt, believing their words. Growing made him realize that all the shit his brothers made him go through, and hatred grew against them. Developing trust issues throughout his years, and some anger issues as well. His eldest brother had gotten closer to Arthur just to make sure he is safe, protecting him in fights and from older bullies. Even though Arthur did not trust and "hate" his brothers, they were still his brothers and they knew that their job was to help and protect each other, even if they will get on each other's nerves.

Arthur made his way to his usual spot next to the swimming dressing building, behind it was the swimming pool. Last year he would sometimes watch the team swim, more for the bodies they were holding on. Arthur did not find much interest in them though. He sat down on the stone, his stone, he reached down for his bag getting out a lighter and then for his ripped jeans pocket to get the cigarettes he bought this morning. Placing one on his lips he lighten it up, placing the lighter back in his back. Arthur took big sip, filling up his body. The feeling ran through his veins and lungs, the stress from today flew away just like the smoke he let out as breathed out with his nose and mouth.

Francis walked out of the swimming changing rooms after his blonde hair had finished drying and the Frenchman made his way out way to the gates of school. He was wearing his grey skinny jeans, with a white tank top and converse, not much simply comfortable and quick. Francis already knew that he was in the team the look of the last year's best was not to miss, but he just had to wait for tomorrow for the results. On his way out of the building with his bag over his shoulder he spotted a slender punkish looking teen sitting on a stone and smoking, plus he was attractive even in a far distant Francis could notice that.

"You know those things will kill you, no?" The French teen inquired with his usual confident smirk upon his lips, flipping his hair as a gesture standing just one meter away from the smoking punk. After the comment the English boy turned angrily towards Francis with blazing emerald eyes directed at the other pure irritation. In the moment Arthur's green eyes met with Francis blue ones, Arthur eased up a little and soften his glare.

'Bloody igno- ...that git is not bad looking?!' Arthur's mind came to a conclusion with himself when he saw Francis standing on school grounds with his oh-so-luxurious blonde hair. "Mind your own business, frog face." Arthur muttered a slight glare back set upon his face going back to smoking. Francis still with a playful look plastered on his face he got ready for his way out of the school gates with one last look at the smoking British teen he left but not before saying.

"Whatever you say." Francis cooed and turned making his way out. Arthur was watching Francis walk away all the time staring at the others too good ass, taking another drag of his cigarette his eyes showed boredom and dullness yet amused and confident...This was going to make school a lot more bearable for Arthur.

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