AmericaxReader -- The Winning PrizeAmericaxReader -- The Winning Prize by ~Randomstarz
"You're so going down!" A grin lighting upon your features, you leaned to the side, your hands gripping the game controller even tighter. Your eyes were trained on the screen in front of you.
"Ha, good luck. You know how long I've been playing this game? Before you could even hold a controller, that's how long." Shooting a glare over at your best friend, Alfred F. Jones, you quickly diverted your attention back to the game. As you made the game avatar dodge one of Alfred's attacks, you couldn't help but smirk, your pride beginning to swell and take over.
"Oh yeah? Doesn't mean you're any good!" you shouted as your avatar lunged at Alfred's,
FrancexReaderxAmerica - Our Little Love Game Ch. 5FrancexReaderxAmerica - Our Little Love Game Ch. 5 by ~Randomstarz
A game, you finally decided. Sitting in the hospital room, you decided that whatever Francis was playing at was merely a game to him.
At first, you had been under the delusion that he actually cared for you, but after the little fiasco before the medics came, you began think otherwise. It was strange though, he went from caring to teasing so quickly...
"____!" You blinked, glancing towards the doorway to see Alfred barreling in. A frantic expression was on his face as he bounded up to you. In his hand was your favorite candy from the convienence store down town, which was dropped onto your bed.
"You alright?" he panted, worry the only evid
FrancexReaderxAmerica - Our Little Love Game Ch. 4FrancexReaderxAmerica - Our Little Love Game Ch. 4 by ~Randomstarz
You blinked, glancing over at the clock. At least two hours had passed, yet, it didn't feel like that at all. Glancing back at Francis, you saw him deeply immersed into explaining the lesson, pointing to this and that. If your mind wasn't muddled with thoughts of the attractive man sitting next to you, you might've actually learned a lot. He was good at explaining things, to say at the least, although he didn't really look like he would be. Oh well. Can't judge a book by its cover.
"Miss _____? Miss _____? Can you hear me?" You jumped at the sound of the voice, turning to see concerned blue eyes. Francis frowned.
FrancexReader - DistractionFrancexReader - Distraction by ~Randomstarz
"Again?" You paused, your fingers poised over the keyboard in mid-air. Behind you, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist, which was soon followed by the overwhelming scent of roses.
"What?" you replied, returning back to your typing, already knowing who it was. Francis, your boyfriend, laughed, snuggling up against your neck.
"You're doing it again. Paying more attention to that computer of yours than me. What happened to when we first started dating, hm? I was all you thought about."
"How arrogant," you said, rolling your eyes. "You're not the only person in the whole world you know."
"I know," Francis said softly. "So, what are you