His eyes faced the board, there was no denying it, he was bored out of his mind. He sighed audibly and his friends patted his back in sympathy. They, the legendary BTT, had to stay behind after class for being disruptive in class, again. They could have been partying by now, or just getting started since it was a Friday afternoon and it was tradition to throw a party on Friday nights.
“Hey, Gilberto?” His ruby eye twitched in annoyance.
“Toni, I told you not to call me that!”
“Sorry! It’s out of habit.” He sighed again at his Spanish friend. The blond shook his hair and ran his fingers through his golden locks.
“Anyway, mon ami, what did you do to get stuck in detention?” The frenchman smirked at him and the Prussian, he insisted that all refer to him as a Prussian since they were awesome and he in fact was awesome, reflected the same smile.
“Well, I played another prank on the teacher.” His friends looked at him with an amused look on their faces as their friend told them the tale. When he finished his story, he turned to his Spanish friend and asked, “So Toni, what are you in for?”
“Oh, I took a siesta in class again.” Their eyes were clear with confusion, “I was snoring, then I started talking in my sleep, and then I started sleep walking.” The heads of the listeners nodded as they absorbed the information. The Spaniard and Prussian looked expectantly towards their French friend.
“Ohhonhonhonhon, I merely got into a fight with Bushy Brows again.” They nodded, should have seen that one coming, that or he tried hitting on a substitute, again (since it happened quite often). The door opened revealing an angry older woman who began to yell at them individually. After she finished yelling at all three of the boys, she announced that they could go home. The boys nodded and began to pack their things up.
They rose when a voice suddenly rang in their ears, “Except for you Gilbert, You need to stay after and receive an appropriate punishment.”
The Frenchman and Spaniard's mouths formed into wicked grins, not the Spaniard though, his smile was his usual carefree grin. Gilbert facepalmed and plopped back into his seat. He ran a hand through his silvery locks as he waited for the teacher to come back. Hands covered his pale face.
“Gil~” A familiar voice purred at him. He froze and shot up in his seat, trying to pull the hands away. His eyes widened at what stood before him. What stood before him was his good friend, __y/n__, in a schoolgirl’s outfit. A very provocative outfit at that. His mouth went dry and he began to sweat as he took in her curves that were showing shamelessly. Her breasts were nearly popping out of her shirt and she began to lean forward. Her crimson lips shone in the daylight coming through the window and her make up appeared to be done by professionals.
“Gil, you’ve been a bad boy,” He gulped and she pushed him down onto a desk nearby. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “and you need to be punished severely.” She kissed his neck softly and planted butterfly kisses along his jawline. He wasn’t sure what to do, he wasn’t sure if this was a dream or a cruel joke.
She pulled away and had a completely new outfit on. Black leather brought attention to her feminine body. Curves that he wished he could run his hands all over and lips that looked delicious and enticing. His breathing quickened and his heart rate accelerated, nearly bursting out of his chest. He reached out to her and took her into his arms and began to kiss her passionately.
He was startled awake by his cat jumping onto his stomach, running away from whatever was frightened him. A hiss could be heard in his room and Gilbert’s eyes darted around his room. This wasn’t a classroom, and __y/n__ wasn’t here. He frowned and was extremely confused.
“Unawesome.” Was his only response. And he wasn’t even sure why he had been having those dreams with his friend __y/n__. He ran a hand over his face and tried to understand why and could only come up with three possible explanations. First being that there was a succubus present/or that his friend was one. Second being he was just having a fantasy. Third being, he had a huge crush on her and needed to tell her.
“Ja, I think it isn’t the last one.” He thought the most likely was either the first or second.
XD So mean
Mean? What ever do you mean by that?