"Y/N!" Feliciano runs to me from the other side of the hallway.
When he catches up, he pants for air and asks, "Are-a you-a going to-a Alfred's party tonight?" the Italian asks.
"Y-yes." I answer, clutching my textbooks to my chest.
"Good! I have-a someone I want-a you to meet!" The Italian says and runs off.
I feel bad now. Parties aren't really my thing. In more the "stay home and do whatever" type of girl.
I sigh loudly when I get to my locker in the senior hallway and get what I need for the weekend.
When I close the door, my heart jumps out of my chest.
"Bonjour, belle."
"Francis! You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, my sweet. I just wanted to speak-"
"Don't worry, Y/N! The hero is here!"
I peek over Francis's shoulder and see Alfred speeding down the hallway. Unfortunately, he runs right into me and we crash to the floor.
"Ugh. My head." I groan and look down at Alfred.
"Alfred!" his face is buried in my breasts.
"Hm?"
"Nice going, imbecile! I was trying to have a nice, civilized conversation with Y/N and you ruined it!" the French accent carries it's way to my ears.
"Yeah, dude and by civilizated, you meant a way to get into her pants." Alfred retorts, getting off of me and helping me up.
The French scoffs at the American's words and pouts.
"Hey Y/N, you coming to my party tonight? It's gonna be the best!"
"U-uh. Yes?"
"YEAH!" he fist pumps the air.
I giggle a little at his silliness.
Why do I always choose the weird people to be friends with?
And these aren't even half of my friends.
"I gotta go so I'll see you guys later." I say, still giggling.
"See ya later, dude!"
"Au revoir, Y/N. See you tonight." He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
I roll my eyes and walk outside to my car. Starting it up, I turn on the radio and F/S comes on the radio and I sing along-beautifully, might I add.
TIME SKIP
"Come on, Y/N. You have to get ready." my friend, Katyusha whines, holding up numerous tops and skirts.
"I don't want to wear a skirt!" I whine back.
"Fine but at least wear a dress? Please? this one would look so cute on you!" She holds up a strapless F/C dress that would reach my knees.
"No!"
"Please?" she gives me the puppy eyes and I start to squirm.
"Ugh. Fine." I grumble, folding my arms.
"Yay! You will look beautiful in this! I just know it!"
She proceeds to dress me as Elizabeta sits in a chair in the corner, reading a book. She pairs the dress with a pair of F/C flats.
"Why doesn't Elizabeta have to wear a dress?!"
"You know her and dresses don't mix." Katyusha waves her hand.
