When Lily's Cry: Puppet Strings

Chapter IV. The only friend

WARNING:  May contain mature content such as self harm, murder, suicide, abuse, swearing, etc...

A/N: I thought a backstory (partial one) was in order. That way you dudes know the relationship (kinda) between Francis and Alfred. When I introduce new characters, I think I'll do this, just to clarify their standing in the story.
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Francis was a polite boy, though flirtatious at times, and slightly perverted, he was still a good man. Being 17 now, he was nearing the age where he would become the next hire of his large family. The Bonnefoy family was one of many powerful groups, most coming from Europe to create a fortune in America. And as you may have guessed, succeeding.
But, Francis, being the trouble maker he was, did not wish to take his fathers place. He hated the thought of being the 'head' of such a sad household, and hated the wretched silence brought with it even more so. Though he did enjoy the luxury at times, it could be rather lonely in a mansion with no one but maids and butlers to keep you company.
However, that soon changed in his first year of middle school, after meeting a special someone who became his very first 'friend.'

And that friend was...

Alfred F. Jones

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Francis sighed softly. It would be his first day of middle school, and he was currently waiting outside of his large estate for the private bus to pick him up. Yes, he had a private bus. And yes, it came with many fancy accessories, like a mini TV, a bountiful supply of drinks held in a small freezer, and a built in microwave at the back of the bus. Francis never bothered to use any of the trinkets though. He didn't like the fancy things his father bought. Too flashy.
Francis frowned as the porcelain bus pulled into the schools drop off zone. He could already see kids whispering about him as he climbed out of the tall vehicle. He gave a quiet thank you to his driver before closing the door with a surprising softness, which barely left the sound of a bang, before a 'click.'
The bus drove off into the distance, Francis waiting for its full retreat before heading towards the open doors of the school. It was surprisingly large. And annoyingly loud.
Francis looked around the large gymnasium the new students were supposed to meet in. The first thing he saw -and scowled at- were the students talking happily with their parents, or giving them hugs as they said goodbye. You could say Francis was jealous, but it was never jealousy that he felt. It was something different. Francis was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed a boy walking into the building, alone, just like Francis. The boy had beautiful sky blue eyes, pale ivory skin, and wheat blond hair that swayed slightly in the air conditioning. He also had an odd cowlick in his hair that swayed with each of his small strides.
Francis couldn't help but stare. And neither could anyone else for that matter. The boy was like a light in darkness. He attracted everyone's attention without even knowing it.
Francis shook his head and headed towards the bleachers, sitting as far away from the other students as possible. He noticed a pair of small feet approaching him, and looked up to see the same boy as before, only this time he was smiling. The boy waved before asking in a quiet, but still kind, voice.

"Is this seat taken?"

The boy tilted his head slightly, waiting for a response. Francis decided to not yet reveal his nationality, so he simply shook his head and watched as the slightly smaller boy sat beside him. Francis moved his golden locks behind his ear, as some had fallen into his face, do to its length. The boy glanced at Francis, fidgeting slightly, before sticking out a hand to the violet eyed boy.