The Frenchman stood by a small pond and sat down, hugging his knees to his chest and his eyes watering just a small bit. He didn't want to let his best friend go, but he had no choice... he was going to grow without him and one day, Arthur will look back and think of Francis as a weed in a garden full of roses.

"I shouldn't sit around and feel sorry for myself.." Francis whispered, his words going dull and the only thing to hear him was the water, even if it had no memory. "I should go out and have my own fun...!"

Francis stood up and decided to march over to the small town and enter Mrs. Penny's Night Of Fun and see what kind of mischief he could get himself into!! He tried to ignore the feeling of his tsundere friend becoming worried and anxious and placed a weak smirk on his face.

His legs began to stride with pride as he stopped shortly, afraid to come out of the protecting woods. He never had anyone to lean on before and he ran his hands through his blond hair. Once he'd be out there, there was no turning back. He inhaled sharply and stepped onto the street.

The street lights flickered as the male quietly walked by. The streets seemed empty and discarded, like nobody cared for the street either. Trash littered the area as a soft breeze flung it to the side. The restaurant that had just opened up had a giant line outside the door and he tried to ignore the feeling that Arthur was watching him within that big crowd. Francis spotted the giant brick building right next door with a high heel reading off, "Mrs. Penny's Night Of Fun".

He pushed open the unfamiliar door and noticed there was barely anyone in the lobby as a dark woman with dark chocolate skin pressed a small button under her desk. Her curls were professionally done as her chocolate eyes fluttered at Francis.

"Why hello there dear, I am Mrs. Penny."

"Bonjour Mrs. Penny," Francis responded weakly. Her eyes glimpsed at the male and he wiped at his eyes, trying to look like he hadn't been crying.

"What's wrong with you. You look like you've been crying a storm," Mrs. Penny beckoned for him to the front desk and his legs travelled weakly. His throat felt dry as he quietly rubbed his hands together, not knowing what to say.

"Well, whenever you're ready," the woman responded as she glimpsed down at her book, reading names of girls that had checked in for the night for their work.

"I... I am not quite sure," Francis responded softly. "I am kind of in a pickle. You see..."

"You've never been here?" Mrs. Penny eyed him and Francis nodded as he glanced away embarrassed.

"That too but I can't stop thinking of someone."

"Your ex-girlfriend. Don't worry, just pretend the girl you get is her-"

"Nono, I'm single," Francis franticalled shouted as a woman holding a white towel exited one of the locked rooms. She whispered something to Mrs. Penny who began to curse under her breath. She grabbed for the bat and stormed down the room, angry screeching coming from behind a closed door.

Francis didn't look at the woman until her flower soft voice broke through the air.

"I'll take you to room 9," her brown almond shaped eyes and flowing black hair captivated the male as his feet began to travel to the end of the hallway as she unlocked the door and allowed him to enter first. It was a very clean and prestatious bedroom; however, it didn't have windows. She dropped the towel she had been carrying and asked,

"What are you into? I am fine with anything."

"I'm sorry, whatever your name is-"

"Lin Yi Ling," she responded as began to move towards him, her feet crunching towards the carpet.

"I'm going to ask you to cover yourself-" Francis turned away as she stopped mid-walk towards him, her eyes confused as she grasped at the towel and covered herself once more. "I thought that going here was going to be a good idea; however, I am starting to regret it."

Lin Yi Ling began to listen softly as she held her towel tightly, covering her features as a fluster began to appear on her face. "Oh, you weren't a customer... were you?"

"I was going to be; however, I can't shake my... " he paused for a second, wondering how he could describe Arthur to her. "Get my friend's face out of my mind."

"Describe her," she sat down on the soft bed and her almond eyes softly gazing at him. He bit his lip as he buried his face in his hands.

"I thought I liked Joan; however, I feel conflicted when I look at..."

"Lemme guess, her sister, her mother, her second cousin?" Lin Yi Ling cut him off as she touched her cheek. "No, it's always the best friend!"

"Yanno," he began to stand up as Lin Yi Ling began to go on and on about romantic novels she had watched as her voice began to fade into a soft murmuring. She glanced at the Frenchman as he finally had the confidence to... to shout. "Why should I worry if he doesn't have feelings back!? He will always be my best friend, regardless of how I perceive him..."

"Wait-" Lin Yi Ling shot up towards the sky, her eyes opened as the Frenchman grasped for the doorknob. "You're... gay...?"

He bit his lip as he didn't turn back to her. "I am not quite sure; however, I know that I need him regardless if he needs me." He sprinted down the small hallway, Mrs. Penny was heaving a drunk male out of her business and spotted Francis leaving in a hurry.

"Are you leaving already?" Mrs. Penny shouted after him as he only shouted back, his mind wandering as he didn't care what anyone was going to say about the way he felt.

"Yeah... Someone has to be there to make sure he is okay...!" Francis sprinted away from Mrs. Penny, not listening to what she had said afterwards and his legs sprinted to the small restaurant where the two had gone two. The thought of being important made him feel alive. Even if Arthur was going to feel tired of him, he would never feel tired of his best friend. His anxiety filled him as he noticed a familiar person hosting at the entrance. He rubbed his hands within his black gloves together and had a small idea burst within his head.

"Excuse moi -" Francis responded, his French accent coming out. He needed to get inside the place. He cut the line of a lot of angry people and made his way to the desk, seeing a male with perfectly smoothed back brown hair and glasses resting on his sharp nose.
It was Roderich Edelstein. His ex-friend.

"Well if it isn't Francis Bonnefoy.." The male with purple eyes and glasses responded. He shagged his brown hair out of his face and his eyes were narrowed, not in the mood for his shenanigans.

"Hey Roderich .." Francis stuck out his tongue and then crossed his arms. "I have a reservation."

"Over my dead body... what do you want?"

"I need to see a friend who's inside."

"You know after your last charade at a different restaurant, you're not allowed inside." The male politely pointed out, his teeth gritted against each other as the male placed his hands on his hips.

"You guys are still pissed over that?" The Frenchman let out a small "honhonhon~" and then crossed his arms.

"You ... you were naked and dru-"

"I was actually sober-"

Roderich crossed his eyes and then huffed. "Yanno if they catch you in there, they will fire me."

"I'll be in and out, unless you tell me if you've seen a blond, short male with bushy eyebrows enter in with a curly haired auburn woman...! "

"Was he with the local whore?" Roderich turned away from Francis and skimmed his hand down into the reservations list. "Brittney, was it?"

Local whore?

"Um..." Francis responded and then darted inside. Roderich leaned forward, trying to grab the male who sprinted inside the doors and slipped in soundless. Roderich only sighed and glanced at angry people waiting in line;

"Reservations?"

~.~

Finding Arthur's date hadn't been so tricky. She was at the bar, getting herself highly drunk and intoxicated. She had been feeling the muscles of a masculine male who had dark chocolate skin and a trimmed beard. He wore a dark blue jacket and stopped his conversation with Brittney as Francis interrupted it.

"Where's Arthur...?"

"He... he found out I was... So he left..." the auburn girl sobbed as she stuck her finger in his drink. The male placed a warm hand on her shoulder and gave a small statement.

"He shouldn't have such high standards. He should love you for you," the dark, muscular man responded as Francis eyed him quietly. Clearly he looked uncomfortable; however, he offered his shoulder to her anyways.

"Thank you," she cried, resting her head on his shoulder. "I feel like you're the only one I can trust.."

Francis tried to ignore the conversation; however, his ears listened to them, his heart pounding as he knew how Brittney felt. He didn't say anything as his eyes finally veered towards the exit and his voice was monotone as he let out a small, "Oh." He must have missed him.

He left without saying goodbye after he promised to. Something must be terribly wrong, then.