Get ready to facepalm at the cheesiness. Hope you get it, too D:
BANG BANG!
Matthew leaped in his seat, and widened his eyes at his twin. On the screen of Alfred’s laptop, their parents paused and gave their sons confused faces. Did their lovely boys have the audacity to have company over during a planned Skype meeting? D:
Alfred turned the laptop to face himself, swiveling Matthew out of the picture. His mom blinked at him, and tried to say something, and Alfred and Matthew heard it loud of clear, but Alfred conspicuously shut off his mic.
The lack of response confused their parents. Alfred shrugged at the computer and manually typed in ‘chk ur sound, mom!’.
‘Alfred, where did Matthew go?’
‘Oh, 8 sme bad burgerz. Gonna go crap.’
‘Oh. Alright. Your dad’s going to check the sound. Anyway, back to our conversation…’
‘W8. Lemme call matttie to see how he’s doing!’
Matthew just looked as confused as his mom at Alfred hogging the computer. With only his neck exposed to his parent’s Alfred pointed at their door and told Matthew that whoever it was better get the fu—out. Or the twins were screwed! The other twin nodded, equally afraid of their mother at times. He clumsily ran out of his seat and stumbled to the door. Alfred gave a sigh of relief and hopped onto his bed, having a good ol’ chat messaging conversation about how to make vegetable soup.
Pfft, yeah right.
Matthew’s face flushed as he looked into the peephole and widened his eyes as he saw Francis standing at the doorway, his expression very poker-like. He opened the door out of courtesy, and even if he really wanted to greet Francis and maybe even invite him in, there were other things at stake.
“Bonjour, Mathieu.”
Still, a very a stoic manner…
“Oh, bonjour, Francis…Uh, what brings you here…to my dorm…at night?” Matthew panted, adrenaline starting to pump- he could just feel Alfred’s impatience at having to hold their mother off for a mere minute or two.
Francis shrugged. He definitely did not miss out on the fact Matthew looked a bit red and tired, but he shook his head. He had to stay strong and not-
“Look, Francis. It’s great to see you here, but this just isn’t the time- Just wait!” Matthew’s voice rose as he pleaded at someone else in the room. Like all sophomores, Matthew probably roomed with someone, but from Francis’s knowledge, it was some science student that was always out. The name skipped him.
So who was inside?
“Really, Francis! I’m so sorry-“
“MATTHEW, I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE. GET BACK TO THIS BED-“ The accent could have been anything, muffled from a distance, but it alerted Francis’s ears. He glanced at Matthew who looked about ready to die.
“Oh, maple. Seriously, Francis! I am SO sorry! I thought we had our date tomorrow and all. I really have to go! Look, love you~!” Matthew said rapidly, kissing Francis on the cheek. Another muffled sound was heard from the crack of the door Matthew allowed.
“IT’S JUST A FRIEND!” Matthew hollered back.
Just a friend?
“Au revoir, Francis!”
And the door was shut.
As the Frenchman walked down the hallway, he tried to decipher as best he could if there was any distinction in the voice. It had been awfully muffled and, and Francis only really recalled an angry tone... It wasn't one he'd heard before, but there was only one logical answer as of now, and it worried Francis greatly... Plus he'd been too distracted by what was said, more than how it was said.
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Lovers at Second Glances 10c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 07:23 am (UTC)(link)BANG BANG!
Matthew leaped in his seat, and widened his eyes at his twin. On the screen of Alfred’s laptop, their parents paused and gave their sons confused faces. Did their lovely boys have the audacity to have company over during a planned Skype meeting? D:
Alfred turned the laptop to face himself, swiveling Matthew out of the picture. His mom blinked at him, and tried to say something, and Alfred and Matthew heard it loud of clear, but Alfred conspicuously shut off his mic.
The lack of response confused their parents. Alfred shrugged at the computer and manually typed in ‘chk ur sound, mom!’.
‘Alfred, where did Matthew go?’
‘Oh, 8 sme bad burgerz. Gonna go crap.’
‘Oh. Alright. Your dad’s going to check the sound. Anyway, back to our conversation…’
‘W8. Lemme call matttie to see how he’s doing!’
Matthew just looked as confused as his mom at Alfred hogging the computer. With only his neck exposed to his parent’s Alfred pointed at their door and told Matthew that whoever it was better get the fu—out. Or the twins were screwed! The other twin nodded, equally afraid of their mother at times. He clumsily ran out of his seat and stumbled to the door. Alfred gave a sigh of relief and hopped onto his bed, having a good ol’ chat messaging conversation about how to make vegetable soup.
Pfft, yeah right.
Matthew’s face flushed as he looked into the peephole and widened his eyes as he saw Francis standing at the doorway, his expression very poker-like. He opened the door out of courtesy, and even if he really wanted to greet Francis and maybe even invite him in, there were other things at stake.
“Bonjour, Mathieu.”
Still, a very a stoic manner…
“Oh, bonjour, Francis…Uh, what brings you here…to my dorm…at night?” Matthew panted, adrenaline starting to pump- he could just feel Alfred’s impatience at having to hold their mother off for a mere minute or two.
Francis shrugged. He definitely did not miss out on the fact Matthew looked a bit red and tired, but he shook his head. He had to stay strong and not-
“Look, Francis. It’s great to see you here, but this just isn’t the time- Just wait!” Matthew’s voice rose as he pleaded at someone else in the room. Like all sophomores, Matthew probably roomed with someone, but from Francis’s knowledge, it was some science student that was always out. The name skipped him.
So who was inside?
“Really, Francis! I’m so sorry-“
“MATTHEW, I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE. GET BACK TO THIS BED-“ The accent could have been anything, muffled from a distance, but it alerted Francis’s ears. He glanced at Matthew who looked about ready to die.
“Oh, maple. Seriously, Francis! I am SO sorry! I thought we had our date tomorrow and all. I really have to go! Look, love you~!” Matthew said rapidly, kissing Francis on the cheek. Another muffled sound was heard from the crack of the door Matthew allowed.
“IT’S JUST A FRIEND!” Matthew hollered back.
Just a friend?
“Au revoir, Francis!”
And the door was shut.
As the Frenchman walked down the hallway, he tried to decipher as best he could if there was any distinction in the voice. It had been awfully muffled and, and Francis only really recalled an angry tone... It wasn't one he'd heard before, but there was only one logical answer as of now, and it worried Francis greatly... Plus he'd been too distracted by what was said, more than how it was said.
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 10c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)I don't know which scene I love better, francis or mathew, or arthur and alfred