FrancexReader: Misunderstood

Ice crystals drifting down from the sky landed on the ground, covering it in fresh, white snow. One by one I would watch them fall from the comfort of my own home. I was sitting next to the window, just inches from the frosty glass pane. The scenery was typical, but beautiful. Pure, yet cold. The fire was burning in the fireplace, which provided me with some warmth, but it wasn't enough since I was so far from it.

As I was snuggling into my sweater/hoodie, trying to recover as much warmth from my body as I could, a cup of steaming hot chocolate was placed in front of my eyes. I generously took the cup and smiled as I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

I looked behind me to find my boyfriend, Francis Bonnefoy, looking back at me with beautiful blue eyes and a sweet smile. It was a wonder how we came together. Just a little over a year ago, I transferred schools and Francis was the first to show me around. He came off as a bit... perverted when I met him, but after we got to know each other better, I found out that he was actually very kind and thoughtful. Soon enough we started dating.

"Enjoy, mon amour~" He cooed in my ear.

"I will. Thank you." I said happily. I took a small sip and shivered as the hot beverage glided down my throat. It was delicious.

"I'm glad you like it. May I 'ave a taste?"

"Of cour-" Just when I had turn my head, Francis kissed me. I didn't get the chance to return it, though, I didn't expect it in the first place.

"Mmm~ Such an exquisite taste. I absolutely must 'ave more." He licked his lips, which caused my face to heat up a bit. However, I smiled through it and laughed.

"Don't get too greedy. Then they wouldn't be special."

"Ah, but _____, zhere will always be a special place for you. In my heart." Francis placed a hand over his heart, which made me giggle.

"Geez. You are hopeless."

"Hopelessly in love, mon cheri~"

That was the other thing I loved about Francis. He was the romantic type. Red roses, candle lit dinner dates, and a lot of other signs of his affections. It was all so sweet! I almost felt like he was spoiling me in his love. I also felt bad that I couldn't reciprocate the treatment he gave me, but he told me not to worry about. Hence, after a few months of fussing over the worry, I had decided that I couldn't complain. Though, I did do my best to try and be a good girlfriend to him. I made time for him, helped with his homework, and stayed by his side whenever he needed me.

"Hmm, love you too, Francis."

I looked back out the window. Nothing had changed. Snow continued to fall from the sky, making whatever it touches cold and white. However, I felt much warmer than I did earlier, before Francis came along.

~:~:~Time Skip~:~:~

I was lying in my bed, comfortable and cozy. Well, that was until there was a loud knocking at my door.

"_____, get up! You're going to be late for school!" My mom yelled.

School? HOLY CRAP, I HAVE SCHOOL! I had completely forgotten that I had school today. My sleeping patterns had become irregular ever since February break started. Staying up late, waking up late... now I am late.

I scrambled out of bed, not bothering with fixing it, and refreshed myself in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and so on until I was (somewhat) presentable. Back to the bedroom, I changed into a simple outfit that was appropriate for the chilly weather outside and to speed up the process. I grabbed my backpack, had one last look in the mirror, and then I was off.

I ran downstairs and shouted a 'see you later' to my parents. I slammed the front door shut before I could hear their reply and ran to met up with Francis. Everyday for school, Francis would be waiting for me by the stop sign at (Street #1) and (Street #2). It was the half way point between our homes and the school building, so we decided that we would met there every morning and part there in the afternoon (some of the times).

"A-almost t-there." I panted. I was more tired than usual after rushing to get ready this morning. I need a break...

I stopped half way up the street to catch some much needed air. In the distance, I could see Francis leaning against the stop sign, waiting, and... with a girl? The girl was a little too close to Francis for my liking. They were just talking, but I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I watched them. But then I stopped myself.

Wait a minute. I'm getting jealous... Tsk, the last thing I want to be is a jealous girlfriend. *sigh* Brush it off, _____. It's not like they're doing... any..........SHIT!

I ran around the other street as fast as I could. I didn't want to stick around. I didn't want to watch anymore. It felt like my insides were being rearranged and my heart was being tore out of my chest. Despite all the aches I felt within my body, I continued running until I reached the school.

I was early. There was barely anyone there for the exception of a few students and teachers. I was glad that almost no one was here because I didn't want everyone to see what a mess I was. My breathing was shallow, my face was flushed from running, and my cheeks were covered in tears. I didn't realize that I had been crying. All I wanted to do was get away.

I trudged all the way to the classroom, trying hard to wipe away the tears and regain my breathing. On my way there, I had bumped into one of my good friends, Arthur Kirkland.

"_____, love.... Are you okay?" He concerned.  

"N-no. I-I....Francis..."

I wanted to be angry, but I was too upset to stop crying. Arthur pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to me to use. Then he brought me in for a hug as I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shhhh. Let it all out, love. Everything will be alright." Arthur whispered as he patted my hair.

"E-everything i-is not al-alright. I-I saw Francis k-k-kiss another girl." I spatted out.

"That frog would...." Grumbled Arthur. "Listen, _____. I don't like saying that I told you so, but...."

"*sniffle* I know, I know."

When I started out at this school, I heard a lot of gossip about how Francis had a new girlfriend almost every other week. Maybe even a month if the girl was lucky. After I had met him, I learned that he was not as bad as everyone said he was. When people saw that we were hanging out more, they would try and warn me about getting my heart broken. But I didn't want to believe them.

Things were good up until now. Arthur and Francis had fewer fights whenever I was around, which in turn helped them get into less trouble. I told them that I didn't like it when they fought, so they came to an agreement to try and stop these pointless fights.

The other good thing was that I was the girl that Francis had the longest relationship with. Even Arthur was surprised at this fact, but nevertheless he warned me every once in a while about Francis's 'old habits.' Again, I didn't choose to listen.

"So what are you going to do now, _____?"

"I'm not too sure.... But I do know that I want Francis to pay for what he did. Can you help me, Arthur?"

"Will I get to hurt him?" I thought for a moment to contemplate the idea, but decided against it.

"No. I don't want you to get into trouble or anything. Besides, I want to break his heart first.... Just like how he broke mine...."

"As long as that frog gets what's coming to him, I'm in. Do you have a plan?"

"I think so."

I felt sort of evil for thinking about getting revenge. But Francis deserved it, right? He cheated on me behind my back, so he should suffer the consequences. Right..?

~:~:~:~:~:~:~

Before the first bell, I gave Arthur the layout of my 3 part plan:

1) Ignore Francis.

Class was about to start and everyone was taking their seats. From the corner of my eye, I saw a certain blonde enter the door. When he was looking my way, I averted my eyes to the blackboard. I heard someone take the seat next to me, but I did my best not to look.

"_____, where were you zis morning? I was afraid something terrible happened to you." I heard Francis say. I didn't answer him nor did I let my poker face fail me.

"_____? Iz something wrong, mon ami? You can tell m-" Francis tired to hold my hand, but I abruptly stood up from my seat. I quickly grabbed my things and made my way over to another empty seat.

Two class periods later, I continued to ignore Francis's attempt to talk to me. It wasn't hard to keep quiet, but I had the urge to tell him off for still 'caring' about me. The nerve of this guy! Anyway, on to the next part of my plan.  

2) Flirt with his enemies.

I was walking down the hallway, feeling extremely tired and I wasn't sure why. Was it because it was Monday? Everybody else seemed tired today. Oh well.

"_____." Arthur whispered as he caught up with me. "Do you know if- _____, are you alright? You don't look well."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine. Let's just stick to the plan." I shook my head, trying to perk up. "Okay! Francis should be coming down this hallway any minute now. Let's make this look good." Arthur nodded.

We stopped and stood by the lockers, face to face. As awkward as it was, I hesitantly took Arthur's hand into mine.

"Umm, just so we're clear. I only like you as a friend." Said Arthur slowly.

"Duly noted." You confirmed. Arthur looked over your shoulder for a second before glancing back at me.

"He's coming this way!" He whispered in a rush.

"Okay, okay!" I inhaled deeply and on the exhale, I tilted my head, batted my eyes, and put on the sweetest smile I could muster. "Oh Arthur~ You are so charming. Did I ever tell you how much I love your accent?"

"Uh.... O-oh, why thank you, _____. Um, I also think you are quite charming a-and cute as well. Hehe...." Nice one, Artie.

"Hmmm? Hey, do you want to go to that little coffee shop together with me after school?" I asked, just as I saw Francis walk by from the corner of my eye.

"Sure. That would be lovely."

"Yay~ It's a date!" I cheered. Then I threw my arms around Arthur and into a hug. As I did so, I had noticed that Francis stopped walking. He was staring at me in disbelief. I smiled deviously against Arthur's shoulder, not that he would noticed.

The feeling of success was really satisfying, so I thought I'd try something that would take the cake.

I parted from Arthur for a moment before I leaned upwards and touched his lips with mine. I was sure that he didn't expect it. I didn't expect it either; I did it in the spur of the moment. My heart was racing, but I had an unsteady feeling racing through my veins. My body felt heavy and my head was becoming fuzzier. However, it wasn't long before everything became a blur. All I could remember was someone calling my name before I hit the cold linoleum floor.  

Then everything went blank.

~:~:~OH NUU READER-CHAN!!! DON'T DIE~:~:~

Ugghhh.... It felt like my brain was pounding inside my skull. I could feel my eyes open, but nothing was stood still. The lights on the ceiling were playing tricks on me; spinning and mocking me. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision, looking around the strange room.

"W-where... am I?" I groaned.

"Oh, dieu merci, you're awake!" I heard someone exclaim. I knew who it was, though it took my brain a moment to process who it actually was.

"F-francis...? Wha- what happened?"

"You passed out in ze hallway, _____." He said. I was about to break out a small smile because it made me a little happy that he was worried about me, but I took it back. "It was probably from getting a taste of whatever zat Angleterre ate."

Oh.... He was talking about the kiss with Arthur....

"N-no, that's not it...." I defended. Francis looked like he was going to retort, but was interrupted when we heard a low grumbling coming from my stomach.

"... You must 'ave skipped breakfast again zis morning. I'll go find you something to eat."

Francis got up and hastily walked out of the room without another word. I felt like crying again, but I was too exhausted to do anything but look around. I was pretty sure that I was in the Nurse's office, lying on one of small little beds. On the walls were posters about drug use, safe sex, and 'healthy' relationships.

That one caught my interest, considering how terrible my relationship was going. Seriously, how could he have cheated on me? I thought I was being a good girlfriend. I tried not to be clingy or pushy or anything that might upset him. I thought we were a happy little couple.

Where did I go wrong?

Francis came back into the office and handed me a sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Eat." Was all he said to me. Again, I felt terrible.... But I did what he said and slowly ate the sandwich. Once in a while I would glance up at Francis to see if I could read his expression. It was hard to tell. Was he angry? Agitated? Sad? Disappointed? What?!

I know for sure that I was feeling frustrated. Very frustrated! I want to know why he kissed that girl. Why he's still here with me even though he clearly witness me kissing his rival. We were both silent, but I wanted answers.

I chugged down my water bottle after I had finished my sandwich. Now that I had satisfied one of my needs, it was time to satisfy the other.

"Francis, I-"

"How could you do zat to me, _____?"

. . . WHAT?! I was going to ask that!

"I zought our relationship was going so well. Did I do something wrong?" He concerned.

"Yes!" I shouted. "You- ow...." I held my head in my hands. Stupid headache.

"Take it easy, chere. You are still recovering."

"Yeah, yeah. As I was saying," I started in a much calmer tone. "You were the one who cheated on me first."

"What? I had never-"

"Oh, save it! I saw you this morning, kissing another girl! How do you explain that?"

"Oh... you saw?"

"Uh, yeah." Francis let out a sigh.

"_____... zat girl was my ex...." Then there was an awkward silence.

His... ex? As in former girlfriend?

"Hang on a moment.... I'm not sure if it's because of this headache or I misunderstood something, but... did you just say that girl... was your ex-girlfriend?"

"Oui. And she was ze one who kissed me."

I deadpanned. How stupid was I? Not only did I question Francis's loyalty to me, but I also almost jeopardized our entire relationship. All because I got the facts wrong.

"S-so, you didn't cheating on me?" I asked.

"Of course not. Like I said yesterday, I am hopelessly in love with you, _____." Francis took my hand and kissed it. I couldn't hold back a smile this time.

When he looked at me tenderly with his deep blue eyes, all I wanted to do was kiss him. And that was what I did. My arms had found their way around Francis's neck as his wrapped around my waist. Our lips connected for a sweet kiss. I was so glad that I didn't go through with the last part of my plan: 3) Break up. I would have regretted it and I don't think Francis would end well with a broken heart.

"Francis," I said as we parted from the kiss. "I'm sorry I doubted you. A-and I'm sorry I kissed Arthur. It didn't mean anything. I was just trying to get back at you."

"Apology accepted. And don't worry about it. I zink it cute when you get jealous." My cheeks burned up from embarrassment, but then my whole face started burn even more as Francis kissed my forehead and laughed.

"T-thanks, I think.... Hey, what happened to Arthur?"

"Don't worry about 'im. The nurse iz taking care of our dear little Artie."

"Oh, Francis." I facepalmed.