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I Don't Bite: Don't Leave Me Now (France)

In that hallway, some time ago, without words Francis had admitted himself to [Name]. Wrapping her small body to his body and tucking his chin on her head, denying the beating in his chest and stiring in his stomach would be like trying to convince Arthur he wasn't a bad guy.

Speaking of which...

He still hasn't spoken to Antonio and Gilbert. Hredoes his best to avoid them; pretending to be busy when they approach his locker, having his headphones on when they speak, and just ignoring them in class. Students whispers. Teachers don't know whether to be relieved or concerned. And to be honest, Francis doesn't know either; he now walks with his head down and does his work in class (more now) but is always alone. He eats on the roof, something the BTT only did on special occasions but Francis couldn't imagine a !ore isolate place rather than leaving campus.

[Name], at least, is the only other person he allows himself to socialize with. Since she encountered him in the hall, she has pretty much insisted on being by him– especially once she noticed he became antisocial. It surprised her, maybe for a few days as she fussed over his in worry, but eventually she left him alone.

Being alone has its perks.

And its downfalls.

But those were things he couldn't pnder on for long; he has other things to think of. He is ending his sophomore year, which means a munch of reparations and paperwork for junior year, the end-of-the-year orchestra concert, and not to mention the baby brother his is suppose to be watching over the weekend while his parents are gone. Busy. Busy. Especially now since he... has more time on his hands without–

"Please don't punch another wall. At this rate you'll hirt their feelings." A voice chides playfully from the door.

Francis turns, slowly drawing his hand back. [Name]. I though you have–"

"Our teacher passed out. So everyone is basically roaming around." The girl shrugs. She steps further into the open space and closes it behind her, setting her bag down beside the door. She stifles brightly at the French boy.

Fransis stares at her in amazement before turning away to face the scenery before him. Its already halfway through the day, traffic down below the two-story building fair with lunch rush. But beyond that, is his original zone. The sky, blue with its blazing sun beyond and clouds scattered about. Hills were seen rolling in the distance, looking like small bumps. Sighing and sinking further onto the rail, Francis dreams about going to the country. It must be much more peaceful than where he is now.

"Oh it is." [Name] says softly bringing Francis the realization that he spoke aloud.

She stands beside him, elbows on the rail and admiring the view of rolling his. Out of the corner of his eye, Francis notices that she's smiling. He wants to ask why, but hushes his curiosity and just enjoys the silence; wind blows softly, the roof is calm, and the girl he likes is by his side. Its all he could ask for... All he should ask for..... But not what he would.

"I miss them too, you know," she whispers. For a moment, Francis isn't sure she spoke at all; just a whisper carried by the wind to blow elsewhere.

"What?" The French boy drops his arms from the railing and turns to her truly startled.

"Gilbert and Antonio," she gives him a sideways glance. "You guys were cool. Sweet, flirts, intelligent, strong, kind.... Good looking too." The last part comes out as a laugh.

"I... Do– I apologize, chéri but I am afraid that I... don't understand." Francis says in bewilderment. What is she talking about? The Trio?

"Francis," she turns to him with an unexpected look of seriousness. Her (s/c) face is shadowed but the intensity of her stare brings nervousness to the confident boy. "You obviously have lost your mind. Abandoning your best friends? I know that its over something big; big enough that you refuse to even look at your brothers. But whatever it is, can't you get over it? Be yourself again?"

When she finishes, Francis holds up a hand. Whether its for himself or to stop her form saying more, he doesn't know. "Chèri... You do not know what they wanted me to do."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

"Have you been upset about this one thing this entire time, Francis?" She peers close to his face. He flushes.

"Oui. And I will until..."

"But you have to miss them!" [Name] shrieks unexpectedly.

Francis jumps at that, horror etched into his face. Why is [Name] so angry all of a sudden? He didn't know that she missed the old BTT so; he didn't even know that she would turn on him to because of it. Then he thinks, of course he misses his brothers. They made him laugh so much, saved him from trouble, cried for him when he couldn't do so himself, showed him how to be himself when he lost it!! These were facts. These were the truths and lifeline for the past twelve years of his life.

They vowed never to leave each other.

They vowed, promised, took oath.

And he broke it.

Because he didn't want to suck up to a guy he doesn't like who just so happens to be his crushes older brother.

"Idiot!" Francis slaps his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. What and idiot he was! Leaving his best friends just like that! And an even bigger idiot for not realizing it all sooner.

"Merci, [Name]!" Francis rushes to grab his books. He opens the roof door, about to return to his friends. Then, he turns around, holds [Name's] hand and kisses it; softly and longly before straitening up abruptly and running to his friends.

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"Antonio! Gilbert!" Francis yells. He bends over, hands on his knees, gasping for air. The German and Spaniard freeze in their tracks, surprise rippling through their bodies. And one thought runs through their minds: Is it really you, Francis?

The trio, being the last people in the hall, stand in silence; Antonio and Gilbert do not move, listening to the sound of the French's gasping. "Guys...." Francis breathes before he can even breathe properly again. He steps forward

only to be crushed into a death like hug.

The trio cry on each other, making meaningless threats and meaningful sorry's. Francis, trapped between the two, cries the most; from relief and happiness and security. These two– They have done so so much for me! I don't ever want to leave the again. My brothers, my best friends, my family. I am unspeakably sorry. Will you forgive me? Will you still be by my side?

"Don't you EVER leave us again, Francis Bonnefoy! Please...!" Antonio cries, nails digging into the others jacket.

Unable to speak, Francis just nods. Of course.

Of course.

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Hello peoples! Well I'm just saying, of you see any grammar errors or anything, I apologize. I'm really tired rn and promised megKirkland42 I'd do this.

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