Here’s a little JE fanfiction for @virfujiwara about Rolando, Francis and a little bit of magic
“So what are you saying it’s for again?” – Ronaldo asked, turning to Francis who was standing in front of him, looking uneasy. They were in the Rulos room, and everybody else was at the rehearsal except them two – all because Rolando had overslept today.
“The magic show next week”, - answered Francis, stuttering a bit nervously. “I want to show what I can do, and, uh, I’m not sure if I know enough tricks to impress the audience. “And that is why I came here to…”
“No need to explain more, I got it!” – Rolando interrupted him. He knew Francis would mention his brothers, but he wanted this to be about himself only. “So you want to learn some magic, right?” Francis nodded, and the guitar boy smirked. He didn’t really want to go to the rehearsal today anyway, and this looked like fun. Besides, he would be able to show Francis what he can do. “Alright, I can teach you some, but you’ll have to give me extra dessert today in return! By the way, what’s for dessert today?”
“Fine” Francis shrugged – this seemed easy to do. “Today it’s Arnoldo’s Special Chocolate Cake”.
“Awesome, I love cake!” – Rolando was already excited for the reward and couldn’t wait to start. “Alright, so let’s start with something simple…“
“Thank you so much, Rolando!“ After a few hours of practice, Francis was a little tired but totally positive about his magic – he had learned a lot, and Rolando had been a good teacher. “I’ve never thought you know so much!”
“Hey, you weren’t so bad yourself!” Rolando laughed. Francis learned things quickly, and the process had been nothing but pure joy, and as Francis grew more and more skilful at magic, he felt contentment growing in himself for some reason – maybe that was because of Francis shining with joy. “I’m sure you’ll be the best at the magic show!”
“You really think so?” Francis felt his cheeks turn pink a little bit as he looked at the other guy. He hadn’t received many compliments for a very long time (it would be better to say that none at all), so he was somehow surprised and wanted to say or do something nice in return, but didn’t know what.
“All right, now dessert!” Rolando exclaimed joyfully, breaking an awkward pause. They sneaked into the kitchen as quiet as mice, and Francis had cut two pieces of cake and was about to put them on a plate when…
“Francis, what on Earth are you doing here?” Arnoldo’s voice made Francis freeze where he was standing, with the plate in his hand. This looked anything but good.
“Oh man, Francis!” A few moments later they were sitting outside the kitchen, Rolando with a face like he had just broken his favorite guitar, Francis frowning and looking away. “Francis, I’m sorry, I didn’t think that you might get in trouble and have to clean the dishes twice!”
“Never mind, he often makes me do that when he’s in a bad mood, I’m used to it. But I keep a few sweets in case something happens”, - Francis took out a small plastic bag from his trousers’ pocket and opened it, revealing a bunch of various sweets. “Here, there are some left…”
“Oh, they’re wonderful!” – exclaimed Rolando, already with a mouthful of sweets. “Thank you, you’re the cutest”.
“Ah, stop it”, - Francis chuckled. “You’re the most handsome one here”. – A few seconds later he realized what he had said and blushed. “Oh, sorry. That sounds weird, doesn’t it?”
“No, no, it’s the truth”, - the guitar boy answered quickly, grinning. That made Francis blush even more as he was staring at Ronaldo. No one knows how much time they would keep looking at each other like that if Arnoldo hadn’t shouted loudly from the kitchen, informing Francis that the dishes won’t clean themselves, and so they had to part. For the rest of the night, a smile never left the face of Francis, and the tedious punishment had become easier and more bearable, all thanks to Rolando.
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