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You spun around to see Francis staring expectantly at you.

“How long have you been standing there?” you almost scream.

“A while.” He paused. “I’m still waiting for your answer.” He moved closer to you, so close that you were almost touching. You could see the light stubble on his chin.

You looked up at his blue eyes. They were tinged with fear.

“I didn’t understand the question.” You whispered, slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled at you and grasped your hands. “Will you be my Valentine?” he whispered in your ear.

You stood there speechless. You couldn’t believe he was asking you that.

“(name)?”

“Sorry, I’m just in shock.” You paused, took a breath and said “Yes of course.” You
laughed as Francis smiled and grabbed you. He spun you around while hugging you close.

“Magnifique.” He leaned in to kiss you. Just as your lips were about to touch, you heard a giggle from the front door.

You both leaped apart from each other blushing profusely.

“Mom what are you doing here?” you hissed.

“I wanted to see your big romantic moment.” You just stood there as she laughed. “Well now that you have a Valentine I’m going to hide in my room a while to give you some alone time.” Your mom was giving you time alone with a boy? She must really like Francis.
“I’ll be in nearby, so no funny business mister.” She said pointing at Francis.

“I understand Madame.” He raised his right hand as is taking an oath.

“Good” She nodded approvingly. “How does (fav take out) sound? I was just about to place the order.”

“You don’t cook on Valentine’s Day?” Francis sounded horrified that such a thing happened.

“Usually we’re so tired from the prep work, and deliveries that we order take out, and fall asleep on the couch.”

“That sounds great.” He says with a chuckle.

The food arrived soon after and the sounds of the two of you eating were the only sounds in the apartment. The silence growing was getting to be a little too much so you asked him a question that had been nagging you since you saw the flowers.

“When did you buy me the flowers?”

“Oh, on the day I borrowed your homework. I waited till your mom came down after I “left”,” He air quoted. “And I ordered from her.”

“And how did you know (fav flower) was my favourite?”

“Again your mom. She was very helpful.”

“You’re smart.” You acknowledged.

“Not as smart as you.” He smiled as you blushed.

After a few more minutes you both had finished eating and as Francis helped you clean up you asked him something else.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Only if I can ask you one in return.” He countered.

“Sounds fair.” You walked over to the couch and sat down. He motioned for you to ask what was on your mind.

“Why did you choose me?”

“What do you mean?” Francis asked as he sat beside you.

“Why pick me to woo? There are so many other girls to choose from.”

He looked at you for a minute and a smile forms and he starts to laugh.

“What did I say? What’s so funny about this?” Was Francis laughing at you?

“Mon cher, did you say the word woo?” He said through the remnants of his laughing fit.

“Yes I did.” You crossed you arms across your chest. Francis leaned in and kissed your cheek.

“What was that for?” you pushed him away.

“Mon cher, I was not making fun of you. You just said something terribly funny.” He stroked your cheek and pulled your closer. “You’re so sweet.” He whispered into your ear making you giggle like a little school girl. He turned your face so you could look at him. “I’ve been intrigued by you for a while now. You always seem so quiet, but you laugh so beautifully when you’re with your friends. I just want to know you better.”

“Ah, you’re so sweet.” You smile. You pull him into a hug and just enjoyed the feeling.

“Now,” Francis started “I get to ask you a question.” He pulled away to look at your face.

“I did make a deal. Ask away.”

“What were you going to tell me two days ago, but never did?”

“What?” You didn’t remember this conversation.

“It had to do with Claire.”

“Oh.” Surprise and realization mingled in your mind. Your inner conflict must have shown on your face.

“Are you going to tell me?” he asked

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Antonio and Gilbert.”

“I promise.”

“Swear it.” You demanded.

“I swear on my love of Valentine’s Day.”

“Alright.” You paused and prepared yourself for what you were going to tell him. “Claire and Sophie have huge crushes on you.” you rushed out. You sneaked a look at his face. He was sitting there with a dumbfounded look. “Say something, please.”

“They, like me?”

“I’m surprised either of them let me live after you walked me to the shop.” He had such a look of surprise and confusion on his face you had to laugh. His expression changed to one of annoyance as you began to laugh.

“What is so funny?” he asked with annoyance. That only made you laugh harder.

Through your laughter you managed to get out “Your...face....reaction.”
After staring at you for a few seconds Francis started to laugh as well. You both laughed for a while and when you managed to catch your breath you smiled at Francis.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know. I’m also pretty sure every girl, and maybe even a few boys in the school, have a crush on you.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” He shook his head.

“Well maybe.” You reply.

Not sure how to reply to your confession Francis just sat there.

“How about that movie?” you ask to move the evening along.

“Good, what do you want to watch?” He asks

“What do you want to watch?” you counter

“Something romantic with my Valentine.” He looked into your eyes and pulled you close again. He was holding your chin and you stared at him expectantly.

“Would you like that cherie?”

You are about to answer when Francis pressed his lips to yours. You brought your arms around him and deepened the kiss. You felt over the moon. Nothing could ruin this moment for you.

“I’d love to watch a romantic movie.” Your mom yelled from her bedroom doorway.
For the second time that evening you both leaped away from each other. You felt the heat rise to your face as you looked at Francis. He was blushing and trying not to meet your mothers gaze.

You grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at her. “Mom leave us alone, you promised.”

“Fine, fine, no more funny stuff Francis.” She smiled and she closed her door again.
Francis looked at you. “Where were we?” He pulled you close and you smiled up at him.

“You were kissing me.” You replied.

“I don’t think your mom would like that.” He said. Maybe a little louder then he needed to. “Would you like to come over to my place next week?” he asked in a slightly more normal volume.

“Like a date” you ask hopefully? He nodded.

“Of course. I’d love to.” You moved in for another kiss but he stopped you.

“Only on one condition though.”

“What?” you asked confused.

“Will you admit that Valentine’s Day is romantic?”

“Only with you.” you answered as you pulled him in for another Valentine’s Kiss.

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