Chapter Text
Written June 9, 2019
Francis fumbled with his keys as he tried to quickly unlock his apartment door. When he finally got it open him, Gilbert and Antonio pushed in through the doorway, their drunkenness causing them to swerve as they staggered to the Frenchman's couch. Francis closed the door before walking over to his friends that had occupied his living room.
"You two are..." Francis trailed.
"Wasted?" Antonio looked up at him, laughing to himself.
"N," Gilbert groaned, "No I'm not! I'm... I'm too awesome." He hiccupped in protest.
"I was going to say that you two looked cute." Francis smiled, taking a seat beside the boys.
"But, that works too"
"Oh God, Francis, " Antonio started. "We're acting just like we did when we were kids." The Spaniard groaned.
"Reminds me of how we met," Gilbert added.
"Or all those mean and nasty tricks and troubles we caused at school."
"Or all those 'mean and nasty' tricks we did in bed." Francis went to go lie between the two younger boys.
"We still do that, Francis!" Gilbert pushed him teasingly.
"Things were great back then..." Antonio frowned slightly.
"It really was." Gilbert proper up his leg, only for him to prop up his arm for his head to rest.
"I wish we could go back."
***
"Alright class, settle down." The teacher,(and principal) Mr.Gilbavares, motioned for the class to quiet down.
"We have a new student today, " he pushed a small, well-toned looking boy lightly, as to present him to the class. "Why don't you introduce yourself?"
"Hola!" The boy started, his brown shaggy hair bobbing when he smiled and waved to the class.
"My name is Antonio Fernández-Carriedo, I and my family come from Spain. It's nice to meet you all!" Antonio beamed brighter, his smile reaching all the way up to his bright, green eyes, of which heavily contrasted with his lightly tanned skin.
Small chatter began to break out within the classroom, one of the most prominent conversations being heard coming from the back of the room.
"Such a pretty boy.~" Francis stared adoringly at Antonio, mostly noting to himself.
"Ugh, whatever." Gilbert groaned at his French friend, as he usually did when Francis began to get 'lovey dovey'.
"Hmmpt, jealous?" Francis turned to him, bouncing his long blonde curls as if to taunt him, just as a sassy teenage girl would.
"Pfft, no, as if." Gilbert dismissed the accusation, "I'm too cool to get jealous over something petty like that." He grinned, red eyes glowing.
"That catchphrase doesn't quite suit you," Francis noted before the class's attention was called back to Mr.Gilbavares and Antonio.
"Alright," Mr.Gilbavares coughed, "Enough interruptions, I have a 7th-grade history class to teach, and a school to run." He laughed a little.
"Antonio, could you please go sit in the back by those two boys." He instructed, pointing towards Francis and Gilbert.
"Sí, señor!" Antonio saluted, speeding, bouncing almost, off to his seat, all the while his jolly red cheeks grinning happily.
As soon as Antonio took his place at the desk in between Francis and Gilbert, Mr.Gilbavares started his lesson.
"Hola!" Antonio greeted Francis, then turned to Gilbert, "What are your names?" He asked without hesitance.
"I'm Gilbert," he grinned, blowing a bit of his short white hair out of his eyes.
"Francis." The Frenchman winked, making a little kissy face at Antonio.
Antonio blushed at Francis's small actions.
"Boys!" The teacher interrupted, "Please wait until after class to talk, I've just started the lesson, unless you'd like detention on your first day, Mr.Fernández?"
"No, sir!" He quickly shut up, waiting for him to continue his lesson.
He did catch one thing before be zoned everything out;
"We'll talk to you after class."
"Beau." He heard Francis mutter.