Bonnefoy

dreams.

; And I'd love it we made it. ;

                                                                                                                               ~m.h

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  Fourth-period History just started but instead of being in class ready to endure 45 minutes of the Industrial Revolution you had skipped with Francis Bonnefoy and skillfully escaped back to his house.

You both laid on his reclining brown coach practically in the middle of his small living room. You sat on the left side and reclined your seat the farthest it could go. Francis had done the same but forsake the idea and instead rested his head on your lap as his body stretched out to take up the rest of the couch.

You hadn't minded his sudden invasion to your personal bubble. From knowing the flirtatious teen for one year going into two, you knew his love for being affectionate and you mirrored his attitude to a small puppy. Francis was an apostle for love, despite being raised by his grandfather who overlooked him to care for his Italian cousins, Francis wanted to spread the idea of love and romance to the dreary town you both lived in

Your town was nothing more but a chain that bounded the two of you preventing the both of you from flying away into the sun. It was a nuisance and deadweight with little to offer. Yet people still thrived in the rundown town and more people from all over came to reside here. You believed the cause of it was because the town seemed almost like a promised land for those who fucked up in their previous home. This place was a promise for those wishing to live a simple and quiet life.

But you were different. You wanted to escape the dreary life of this town. You didn't have extravagant plans for your life. You planned to finish up high school here and get the fuck out. But your Grecian friend was more interested in staying home and you weren't surprised. Hercules was lazier than sloth and the only thing he thrived for was a home filled with cats.

Yet you and closer friend Francis had dreams that included the two of you. To one day leave this hellhole in search of a better place. Over the year you both grew close, Francis would often relay to you the plan that you both would complete once you graduated. At first, you hated hearing the plan he concocted because you deemed it nothing more than a mere fantasy. The chain your town bounded you in was so tight it had you believing you would never go free. Yet Francis's ambition had you rethinking that perhaps leaving was possible. And slowly you began to add in your own visions to the plan.

"Say it to me again Francis." You often said this to him when the two of you were alone enveloped in a cloud of your own thoughts. Francis knew what you meant, he always did, and he always smiled as he spoke and every time those full soft pink lips curled and separated you always thought to yourself that Francis was too bright for this pit of a town. He shined so magnificently that you wondered why he was trapped here with you in the first place. Yet this made you, even more, determined to get the two of you out of here.

"So," he began with a small giggle like he always did, "first we'll finish these two years and graduate-"

"But we won't actually be there for graduation because we both loathe that school with every molecule of our beings." You inputted

You felt Francis rub against your clothed belly as he nodded, "then we'll pack our things and with the money you've been saving up we'll buy two plane tickets and we'll go to live with Lovino and Antonio. I'll work for Toni in his restaurant and keep saving up. You'll find a job as a cute barista since you're obsessed with coffee-"

You made a sound of irritation and Francis's laughter cut through the barricade of silence around the little house. Your hand had been mindlessly toying with a strand of his hair, a habit you've stumbled across. Francis grows sober and he sighs content.y before continuing. But you're not listening but visioning the life set out before the two of you. Right now you're both standing a the tip of a cliff and below you, a depthless ocean that seemed to stretch to the beyond. Of course, plans in this life never worked out so perfectly like you both made it out to be. Yet you had hope, stone cold hope, that Francis and you would live together and be happy nonetheless. You vision the two of you as adults working jobs you enjoy and coming home to the sight of one another. Your heart drummed at the thought of making more memories with him.

Once you refocus, you realize Francis had finished talking and the two of you were both at a quiet end. You pondered what thoughts were spiraling in the head of Francis Bonnefoy, but you concluded it had to be something sweet. You hummed wistfully alerting the teen below you.

"Christ, I'd love it if we made it." You breathe

"Made it? How?" Francis questioned flipping to lay on his belly his chin digging into your stomach.

You returned your hand to his hair racking your fingers across the field of gold perched on his head.

" Made it out of this shitshow with the two of us high off dreams." You answered,

"And overdosing on love." He added with a small smirk

You chuckled at his words and raise your head inches off the coach to look down at him, "I rather stay sober thanks."

Francis looks up at you with a coy expression and you wanted to ignore the flutter in your belly.

"Mm, not when I'm the one dealing it." He purred, "you'll be an addict in no time."

You huff out a laugh and rest your head back on the couch. Jokes on you Bonnefoy, you wanted to say, I already am.