You Always Talk In Purple (Modern Cielois Fanfic)

Prologue

He packed his things, frantically shoving them into his schoolbag and proceeded to exit the classroom, of course, waiting for his bestie. The blond boy got out of the room pretty soon. Making their way down the narrow corridors and down the stairs, their laughter was echoing through the entire building, but they didn't ever mind the annoyed looks they were getting from the other fellow students. Exiting the school and heading towards the nearby bus station, the pair didn't have a single care in the world. Smiling and occasionally threatening someone with their death, Alois Trancy was the temperamental one. He loved Phantomhive with a passion, as a best friend, obviously. He was head over hills for another boy, but at the same time he didn't want to identify as being gay. At least not for now, he unfailingly reminds that to himself. Mediocre marks, but an ability to get what he wants and talk his way out of awkward situations he himself creates, are the main traits of this sixteen year old.

Phantomhive, the smart one, as the other classmates had always called him, he loves to tell bad jokes to his best friend, Alois, to make him laugh out loud. This boy's demeanor makes him seem unapproachable at the first glance, but once you get to know him, he is a complete sweetheart. Never bothered by what others said or thought about him, he lived his life the best he possibly could, up until this very moment. Didn't have had a crush, didn't even kiss, didn't have an interesting story, you know, just the occasional mischief: eating chocolate at three AM without his parents knowing.

"Jokes aside, do you have worries in regards to the exams? I mean this year is almost done and I know that you have been struggling a lot." The dark haired boy's question got Trancy off guard.

"Now, now, Ciel, you're such a killjoy! I am very well aware of the fact that the exams are next week, but I must assure you," his face got closer to the other boy's ear, he whispered: "I don't give a single fuck!" Alois distanced himself from his best friend, giggling and waving to him because the two boys were living at opposite ends of the city. "See you tomorrow!" Ciel heard the distant good bye from across the street. He shook his head and laughed to himself: 'Shithead.'

Plugging his earbuds in and blasting the music, Ciel hopped on the bus and watched as the well known scenery told its story in front of his eyes. The weather was getting warmer and warmer as the oh, so awaited days of summer neared.

His steps hit the pavement outside the block of flats he resided in. With a loud creak, the heavy front door opened. He tried to press the small and shiny button on the inside of the lift. It read 'number four- Phantomhive Vincent'. He pressed again, expecting the doors to close. Again and again and another couple of times, just to make sure that it didn't work at all. Sadly it still didn't. It appeared to be broken. The teenager cursed under his breath as he took the stairs up until he reached the fourth floor. As soon as he got inside the apartment, still panting, a message popped on the display of his phone.

"Can you please help me with the English assignment due tommorow? Pretty pleaseee! Don't let me down, Phantomhive :P"

He sighed. The boy got used to helping his best friend, even if it meant that Alois would eventually fail his finals. Ciel took it as a form of exercise.

"You know that you already owe me your life span of chocolate." His slender fingers rapidly typed the answer.

"Love you lots!:3"

Ciel hated that he couldn't say no to his friend, but he was somewhat happy that he still had him. Ever since they met, Ciel felt at home by Alois' side. He couldn't help but think about him and his weird yet efficient way in luring others in doing his tasks. The question still lingered in his mind: what could possibly be the distractions Alois has to face when it comes to doing his assignments in time?