I woke up the next morning with a slight smile on my face, I quickly noticed and stopped. I sat up onto the edge of my bed and stretched. I looked at the bed to see Francis still asleep with his mouth slightly out and his golden blonde hair a tangled mess. I stand up and walk into the loo to get ready. I open the door and close it behind me as I walk in and turn on the light. I look into the mirror then notice a slight bruise on my lower neck, I look at the door, grunt and look back at myself in the mirror, "Francis, I swear." I mumble to myself as I slightly fix my hair so it's not in my eyes and grab my toothbrush. As I brush my teeth I hear the bed creak and Francis yawn. I roll my eyes to his dramatic yawning and spin out the minty toothpaste in my mouth.
"Arthur, mon ami?" He knocks on the door lightly. I wash my face quickly with water and turn off the tap.
"Yes, Francis?" I ask with slight frustration in my voice.
"Can I please use your toilet?" I pat my face with a towel then open the door for him.
"Alright but make it quick." Francis rushes in and pushes me out, slamming the door behind me, "bloody hell man! Use some manners!" I shake my head then walk to my closet to pick out an outfit for the day. I end up picking out a black vest, light green button up and black trousers, along with my usual black shoes that I wore everyday. I waited for Francis to get out of the loo and tapped my foot, "hurry if you don't mind!" I tell him.
"Not like you're busy or in a rush to see any friends, you don't have any!" He snapped back.
"You frog! Get out of there at once!" I banged my fist in the door.
"laid fesses homme britannique avec le visage d'un mouton!" I stop not knowing what he said, "sorry was that too complicated for your petite mine?"
"Wanker! Twat! Frog!" I yelled at him. He opened the door and he looked as though he never looked like rubbish to begin with. I froze in awe then shook my head and walking into the loo, closing the door behind me.
I start to undress myself and look in the mirror, "that frog." I mutter. After getting undressed I turned on the shower and got in.
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
