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You don't know why you did this, but every time you were really upset you went to the beach. Something about the sand between your toes and the constant lapping of the waves on the shore just made it easier for you to think. You had been here for hours now, just watching the scenery in peace and quiet. "My my, you sure guard your 'eart viciously, cherie." You whipped your head around to see Francis. You put your head on your knees miserably. He always knew that he could find you here when you were upset. You'd been friends since you were children, and ever since he first found you here when you were 5, he knew this was your quiet thinking

There was a loud banging on your door first thing in the morning. You swore in French before getting up, putting on your house coat, and going to answer the door. You flung it open. "What in the name of--" Francis practically ran you over in his rush to get inside your house. "CHERIE." He said loudly, grabbing your shoulders and practically shaking you. "We're on our meeting break right now, and I must say I was looking at a very 'appy Germany this morning! 'E was actually humming. Humming!" You nodded slowly, and raised one eyebrow. "So....?" "So!" He shook you slightly, shaking his head as if it were obvious. "What happened!?" "Ug

By the time you got home you were soaked. Your feet were sore; your makeup was a mess and your hair clung to your face in chunks of wet strands. You glanced down quickly at your dress, sighing when you realized it was probably ruined. Francis was going to kill you. You ran a hand through your hair roughly to get it off your face before walking up the path to your small doorstep. You lifted the potted plant you kept on the step and saw that your spare key was missing. You sighed loudly, and crouched to your knees and crawled over to lean against the door, stretching your legs out in front of you. You leaned your head back against the door, wil

        It was just another day for you as you were walking home from work one Friday evening in Paris, France. You passed by an embassy, a large building whose windows gleamed in the remaining sunlight as dusk was settling in. You squinted, the gleam from the glass temporarily blinding you. You were spared your retinas burning by the door on the bottom of the building flinging open, giving you something else to focus on. Several people filed out immediately and with great haste, while others left more casually and at a slower pace. Hmm... Some meeting must be getting out. You thought to yourself, turning your eyes back to the road and star

Original title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side :) I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. :P Enjoy! You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.

The sad thing is, is that in terms of almost all of my family, if we weren't family, we wouldn't be friends. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but it's kind of like, if I wasn't obligated to like them I wouldn't, you know? Don't get me wrong, I love my family. Just for the most part, I don't like them. Especially my immediate family. I really don't think I can live with them anymore. I learned in sociology this year that the nuclear family is not static, meaning that your "mother/father/children" family isn't permanent and doesn't last forever. That is so true. This is kind of a double-ended confession, but I really think my fami