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<Francis' POV>
She was the most perfect woman I have ever met. Not the most beautiful, no, I would have been a complete goner if that was really all I looked for... of course I had my "reputation" but of course its not true. Like most handsome men, I have fangirls. Fangirls are crazy.
This one girl. One. Not many. Just one. Just my _(Your Name)_.
It was just getting dark and the rain was pouring from the heavens. I heard soft weeping coming from around the corner. As I turned the corner I saw her sitting there on the steps of an apartment complex, which I would later learn was hers. Immediately, I decided that I should determine the issue. "What is the problem, petite fleur?"
"What?"
"Your upset, no?"
"What does it matter?" She laughed bitterly, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"I would just like to know why such a nice looking young lady would be so sad."
I then learned that her boyfriend had just dumped her for some ugly Korean girl named Rolanda via text and voicemail. Then she went on to how much better she was than Rolanda, then to how happy she and _(Ex Boyfriends Name)_. I happily sat there with her, intently listening to the girls situation.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I don't even know your name..." she said sadly, quickly glancing up from where her gaze had been focused on the ground.
"I'm Francis."
"My name's _(Your Name)_. Thank you for listening." She said and blushed.
"Its my pleasure. Someone had better listened, and who better than-" I gestured to my own sitting form. "moi?"
She let out a small giggle. That alone sent me into a happy-high.
"Would you like to come upstairs for some coffee? Its the least I could do to thank you."
I looked up to the sky. The sun was beginning to set behind the city's buildings.
"Maybe tomorrow? I must be going home now though. I hate this city at night."
_(Your Name)_ looked crestfallen, but replied quickly. "Okay then! I would be scared to walk these streets at night, also." The thought had made her shiver. "See you here around four?"
From then on we had seen each other. That was three years ago today. But today... today was going to be different.
<Your POV>
Late. Late again. He was supposed to be here two hours ago.
Just now Francis had left his phone on the couch. While he was gone, he received a text from a number unknown to you, but you checked it anyway.
Hey, babe, why haven't you called lately?
You dropped the phone. That couldn't be right... maybe they had the wrong number.
You thought for a moment. Then you replied to the text.
Gah! Someone changed all the names in my phone to country names! Who are you? Obviously not England, right?
Of course I'm not England! Its Rolanda.
Rolanda? Rolanda? Why did that sound familliar? Wait... Rolanda!
Your boyfriend had some explaining to do.
<Francis' POV>
I tried to steel my nerves before entering _(Your Name)_'s apartment. Then I slowly turned the knob that was the door and entered. I walked into the living space to find _(Your Name)_ asleep on the couch. She looked so peaceful when she slept...
I brushed a strand of hair out of the face, and she woke with a start. Her _(Eye Color)_ eyes glared at me hatefully, and she pushed me away.
<Your POV>
"How could you?" You asked quietly, desperately searching his deep blue eyes for something. Anything. All you found was confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
You threw the phone at him. "You know what you've done!"
"_(Your Name)_, I have no idea what your talking about, mon petite fleur."
"Really? Rolanda?"
"Who?"
"Francis, I don't have time for this. I'm done... Just go."
"But-"
"Just go!" You said, finally bursting into tears.
Francis didn't reply. He simply got up, looking like a kicked puppy. "If that's what you really want..."
"Go!"
<Francis' POV>
I really had no idea what _(Your Name)_ was talking about, so I took out my phone and checked the last text messages. They were from England. Arthur.
Hey, babe, why haven't you called lately?
I faceplamed. Arthur and I had a mutual hatered. He also knew I had a girlfriend. I was going to kill him.
After seeing this I hurried back to _(Your Name)_'s home. I had to explain. Tonight was supposed to be a happy night, not one of confusion and hurt.
"_(Your Name)_! Open the door! Please! I can explain!"
The door swung open. "What do you want?"
"These messages aren't even from a woman!"
_(Your Name)_ was silent for a moment. "That doesn't make this any better."
"What? No! Its Arthur! He hates me, and he knows about you... I don't know where he got the name Rolanda."
_(Your Name)_ just stared at me.
I pulled out my phone again and dialed Arthur's number. Then I put the phone on speaker.
<Your POV>
A British voice answered on the other end.
"Hello? What do you want?"
"Arther! Why would you do that?!" Francis yelled into the phone.
"Do what?" Arthur asked innocently.
"Does Rolanda ring a bell?"
There was a laugh on the other side. "What about it?"
"You're causing trouble!"
"You don't say."
"Knock it off!" Francis growled and hung up the phone.
<Francis' POV>
I waited a moment before speaking again. "See? It was just Arthur."
_(Your Name)_ slowly crossed and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry." She murmered into my chest. I in turn ran a hand through her hair. "Its okay. I don't blame you..." I murmered and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before pulling away. Its now or never.
"I meant to do this earlier... before Arthur ruined it. _(Your Name)_… Je t'aime." I dropped down on one knee. And removed the ring from my pocket. "Marry me?"
She was the most perfect woman I have ever met. Not the most beautiful, no, I would have been a complete goner if that was really all I looked for... of course I had my "reputation" but of course its not true. Like most handsome men, I have fangirls. Fangirls are crazy.
This one girl. One. Not many. Just one. Just my _(Your Name)_.
It was just getting dark and the rain was pouring from the heavens. I heard soft weeping coming from around the corner. As I turned the corner I saw her sitting there on the steps of an apartment complex, which I would later learn was hers. Immediately, I decided that I should determine the issue. "What is the problem, petite fleur?"
"What?"
"Your upset, no?"
"What does it matter?" She laughed bitterly, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"I would just like to know why such a nice looking young lady would be so sad."
I then learned that her boyfriend had just dumped her for some ugly Korean girl named Rolanda via text and voicemail. Then she went on to how much better she was than Rolanda, then to how happy she and _(Ex Boyfriends Name)_. I happily sat there with her, intently listening to the girls situation.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I don't even know your name..." she said sadly, quickly glancing up from where her gaze had been focused on the ground.
"I'm Francis."
"My name's _(Your Name)_. Thank you for listening." She said and blushed.
"Its my pleasure. Someone had better listened, and who better than-" I gestured to my own sitting form. "moi?"
She let out a small giggle. That alone sent me into a happy-high.
"Would you like to come upstairs for some coffee? Its the least I could do to thank you."
I looked up to the sky. The sun was beginning to set behind the city's buildings.
"Maybe tomorrow? I must be going home now though. I hate this city at night."
_(Your Name)_ looked crestfallen, but replied quickly. "Okay then! I would be scared to walk these streets at night, also." The thought had made her shiver. "See you here around four?"
From then on we had seen each other. That was three years ago today. But today... today was going to be different.
<Your POV>
Late. Late again. He was supposed to be here two hours ago.
Just now Francis had left his phone on the couch. While he was gone, he received a text from a number unknown to you, but you checked it anyway.
Hey, babe, why haven't you called lately?
You dropped the phone. That couldn't be right... maybe they had the wrong number.
You thought for a moment. Then you replied to the text.
Gah! Someone changed all the names in my phone to country names! Who are you? Obviously not England, right?
Of course I'm not England! Its Rolanda.
Rolanda? Rolanda? Why did that sound familliar? Wait... Rolanda!
Your boyfriend had some explaining to do.
<Francis' POV>
I tried to steel my nerves before entering _(Your Name)_'s apartment. Then I slowly turned the knob that was the door and entered. I walked into the living space to find _(Your Name)_ asleep on the couch. She looked so peaceful when she slept...
I brushed a strand of hair out of the face, and she woke with a start. Her _(Eye Color)_ eyes glared at me hatefully, and she pushed me away.
<Your POV>
"How could you?" You asked quietly, desperately searching his deep blue eyes for something. Anything. All you found was confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
You threw the phone at him. "You know what you've done!"
"_(Your Name)_, I have no idea what your talking about, mon petite fleur."
"Really? Rolanda?"
"Who?"
"Francis, I don't have time for this. I'm done... Just go."
"But-"
"Just go!" You said, finally bursting into tears.
Francis didn't reply. He simply got up, looking like a kicked puppy. "If that's what you really want..."
"Go!"
<Francis' POV>
I really had no idea what _(Your Name)_ was talking about, so I took out my phone and checked the last text messages. They were from England. Arthur.
Hey, babe, why haven't you called lately?
I faceplamed. Arthur and I had a mutual hatered. He also knew I had a girlfriend. I was going to kill him.
After seeing this I hurried back to _(Your Name)_'s home. I had to explain. Tonight was supposed to be a happy night, not one of confusion and hurt.
"_(Your Name)_! Open the door! Please! I can explain!"
The door swung open. "What do you want?"
"These messages aren't even from a woman!"
_(Your Name)_ was silent for a moment. "That doesn't make this any better."
"What? No! Its Arthur! He hates me, and he knows about you... I don't know where he got the name Rolanda."
_(Your Name)_ just stared at me.
I pulled out my phone again and dialed Arthur's number. Then I put the phone on speaker.
<Your POV>
A British voice answered on the other end.
"Hello? What do you want?"
"Arther! Why would you do that?!" Francis yelled into the phone.
"Do what?" Arthur asked innocently.
"Does Rolanda ring a bell?"
There was a laugh on the other side. "What about it?"
"You're causing trouble!"
"You don't say."
"Knock it off!" Francis growled and hung up the phone.
<Francis' POV>
I waited a moment before speaking again. "See? It was just Arthur."
_(Your Name)_ slowly crossed and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry." She murmered into my chest. I in turn ran a hand through her hair. "Its okay. I don't blame you..." I murmered and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before pulling away. Its now or never.
"I meant to do this earlier... before Arthur ruined it. _(Your Name)_… Je t'aime." I dropped down on one knee. And removed the ring from my pocket. "Marry me?"
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I tried to steel my nerves before entering _(Your Name)_'s apartment. Then I slowly turned the knob that was the door and entered. I walked into the living space to find _(Your Name)_ asleep on the couch. She looked so peaceful when she slept...
I brushed a strand of hair out of the face, and she woke with a start. Her _(Eye Color)_ eyes glared at me hatefully, and she pushed me away.
"How could you?" You asked quietly, desperately searching his deep blue eyes for something. Anything. All you found was confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
You threw the phone at him. "You know what you've done!"
"_(Your Name)_, I have no idea what your ta
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"You don't say" XDDDDD my zalgo Arthur you biatch