France x Reader Prom?

France x Reader
Prom?

  You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.

  You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.

  So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your heart clench.

  “Hey Francis...” you smiled weakly as you walked over to him.

  “Bonjour ma Cherie.” He beamed walking up to you but his smile soon fell when he noticed the upset look in your eyes. “Ma Cherie? Are you alright? You seem down?”

  “Oh…it’s uh nothing but I uh…I just can’t go to prom with you…” his face fell when the words left your lips.

  “But…why?”

  “Because….I…already have a date.” You looked down at your feet; you couldn’t bear to see his expression. But you didn’t expect it when he picked up your chin by his finger and smiled softly.

  “Ma Cherie, it’s ok that you already have a date. I’m not upset. I guess I’ll just have to try harder next time.” He shrugged ever so gently before moving his hand away from your chin, leaving you to just stand there.

  “oh ok…” you nodded, still feeling like you just ripped him apart from the inside out like a heartless bitch, despite his nice actions towards the rejection. You then just nodded again and turned around walking off to your car, before looking over your shoulder at the Frenchman who was now unlocking his car.

  “Hey Francis.” You called out to him, making his head shoot up in your direction. “Save me a dance at prom ok?” you watched as a warm smile spread across his face and said,

  “I’ll save you the whole night.”