I think I kinda like that
Francis Wilkerson x Reader
Summary: When Francis is forced to go on a double date with Eric, he expects to have the worst night of his life but, he definitely doesn't expect to meet Y/N. What starts off as a sarcastic, back-and-forth conversation between them soon takes a turn as they bond over deeper things. By the end of the night, Francis may just realize there's more to Y/N than he thought—and maybe, just maybe, he kinda likes her more than expected.
(Based on that one episode where francis is stuck with a 12 year old on a dinner because eric left him all alone to go hook up w a girl... except reader is not 12...)
"you are so dead." francis stated with his hands on his head as he watched laura, a blonde, bubbly girl and imagined what her younger and undersirable sister, according to his friend, would look like.
"francis... you know i couldn't go out with laura unless i found somebody for her sister." francis rolled his eyes. he genuinely wasn't in the mood to be smothered by what he imagined was a 12 year old girl. "now, you're here so just try to enjoy your date."
"Isn't she like... TWELVE?"
"hey... no... well, i don't know..." he stuttered. "listen."
"wait, you don't know?" francis inquired.
"the point is," eric stopped his friend's train of thoughts. "you can still have a good time, even though she might not be the one" he made quotation marks surrounding "the one".
"how could you do this to me?" he asked as they watched laura wait for his sister, who had been in the bathroom for a little over 5 minutes.
"come on. you've done way worse to me." eric said nonchalantly. "you totally deserve this."
"based on what?" a silence loomed over them as eric remembered every time they had gotten into a tricky situation thanks to francis. "i have been nothing but a good friend to you."
"look, francis, i'm not going to argue." eric's tone got even more violent as he spoke. "you'll do this or i'll punch your face through the back of your head."
"see, every time i trump you with logic, you resort to violence." the blonde faked disappointment in his tone. "i just want that on the record."
"hey," their little conversation was stopped when laura finally approached them. "my stupid sister should be here any time so... how are you, eric?" both teenagers looked at eachother so disgustingly eager that francis wishes he could just disappear from their sight.
"sorry it took so long, there was a long line..." the girl said completely uninterested which made francis look up, he was completely mesmerized. she wasn't ugly and she certainly wasn't twelve years old.
she was coolest chick he had ever seen. she was a lot more different than laura. she had short brown hair and black eyes, a piercing on her eyebrow, and big glasses. meanwhile, laura was showing off whatever she had going on, her sister's figure was buried in a brown leather jacket and wide jeans.
"my name is y/n, nice to meet you." she shook francis' hand and crossed her arms. they stared in silence at her unexpected presence. it seemed like laura's personal opinions about her sister had created quite the misunderstanding. she wasn't undesirable, at least not undesirable to francis. he didn't see anything wrong with a girl being a little alternative. "are we going or what?" she started walking and the rest followed behind them and suddenly, they were on a booth of the cheap restaurant.
what francis had expected ended up happening and, soon enough, eric and laura were sucking eachother's faces, what francis hadn't expected though, was y/n taking all her books out and studying for the duration of the "date".
"are we going to order at some point tonight?" he said looking at the girl that was sat beside him to see if he got any reaction out of her. thanks to him (and his habilities), she opened her mouth for the first time since they had sat down.
"hang on, this is important." she said without raising her eyes from her text book. "this is the only booth she hasn't been felt up in." a devilish grin on her mouth.
"have another doughnut, lonely girl." laura said breathing heavily from her make out with eric.
"i will, whore..." she murmured.
"so... you like school?" francis asked, bored but mostly intrigued. he had been sitting down next to this girl for 15 minutes and didn't know anything else other than her name was y/n and her sister was looking to get laid tonight.
"wouldn't you like to know?" she said annoyed.
"well, yeah, i would." he replied sarcastically.
"do you like school?" she asked him in return. "heard you guys come from a fancy military school."
"everything but fancy and may i point out, i asked first." at his response, y/n finally looked up but most importantly, finally looked into his eyes. she hadn't noticed how blue his eyes were and she also hadn't noticed that such blue eyes hadn't stopped staring at her.
"i don't know, are you sure you're not here just because your friend wants to get into my sister's pants?" y/n inquired taking her glasses off and resting her head on her fist with an eyebrow raised.
"well... yes but there's nothing wrong with getting to know you."
"i want to go to hardvard law, if that answers your question."
"yeah... i know, uh, lame." she said going back to her usual uninterested self.
"uh, no, no, not at all" francis almost pleaded for her to go back to talking about her interests and y/n kept going because, well, this was the first time this had ever happened to her. "but, since when is that your interest?"
"well, i was in this lame gifted student class back in my old town, i was a total krelboyne loser" she snickered bitterly under her breath, not expecting him to understand what she was talking about, though to her suprise, he did.
"wait, what?" francis asked.
"you were a krelboyne?" he asked.
"how do you even know what that is?"
"you´re from my hometown, then... my brother is one." he finally answered her question.
"really? well... i would've hoped that by now they'd realized that the advanced class only causes burnout in young students... guess i shouldn't have had my hopes so high for southern california." y/n stated and francis hummed.
"so you're saying my brother will burn out?" he smirked.
"not really, if he really is smart, being smart it's not about knowing a text book from memory; it's about knowing how to handle things." she said, with moans from her sisters on the background causing her a disgusted face. "you can be as book smart as you want, but if you're not a little street smart, it's no use."
"well, my brother is the smartest."
"then, he should be fine."
"i can't believe it." francis said in amusement, causing y/n to laugh.
"what about me says i'm not a krelboyne anyway?" she asked.
"well, i don't know." he looked at her tattoos and eyebrow piercing.
"don't let this fool you, uh, francis." the blonde guy let out a puff of air at her knowing his name. "it's an acquired taste, right? you don't need to be in a suit and a tie all the time, the system is rigged anyways."
"yeah," he smiled at her and groaned a little when he realized something. "i'm going to the bathroom."
"fine, i'll be here." she put her glasses back on. "look out for the moaning teenagers and you should find us just fine."
see, that was what y/n considered francis' first mistake. leaving.
"WHERE'D THEY GO?" he asked.
"don't even worry about it," she shrugged off, still looking at her text book. "they'll be back in a few hours."
"hey, smart man." she called out. "you're the one who went to the bathroom. it was truly their opportunity."
"ALRIGHT, that's it. we're getting out of here."
"WE. US." he pointed a finger in between them.
"nuh- uh. i'm not leaving, i'm eating here." y/n furrowed her eyebrows.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she faked a cry and everyone in the restaurant turned around.
"would you keep it down, please?" she took francis' hand with a smile on her face and wrapped it around her wrist.
"LET GO OF ME. YOU'RE HURTING ME." she screamed even louder, fake pushing francis off and everyone stared at her worriedly.
"look, you can't pull this crap with me. i have three little brothers, i know every manipulation in the book." francis said in a menancing whisper. "so get your butt in gear."
"and i'm the younger sister, smarty pants. my butt is not going anywhere i don't want it to." she signaled.
"well, isn't that a radiant proposal?" francis teased with a smirk.
"shut up. i'm just trying not to get laura's ass busted."
"why do you care?" he asked, his tone growing louder and louder. "your sister doesn't like you at all, have you heard how she talks about you?" y/n felt small at his words, how was the nice guy she was just talking to saying all of this to her?
"of course i know. you don't have to be an ass about it though." she looked at her text book, not daring to meet his blue eyes.
"wait, no listen i didn't mean t like that." he realized that he had in fact been an ass. "i mean, she's is the one with the problem. she must be jealous of you, seriously."
"why would she? i'm a dork." she said. "listen, it's fine francis. you don't have to take it back to be nice."
"WAITRESS!" francis shouted, remembering she wanted to eat.
"could i get the triple cheese burger plate, the burger with extra bacon and an oreo milkshake in the side. thanks."
y/n leaned back in the booth, patting her stomach dramatically. "ummmm, i want a slice of apple pie with extra whipped cream, some double chocolate cake, and—ooh—a banana split."
francis blinked. "are you ordering dessert or trying to bankrupt me? why don’t you save me some money and just yell at your sister instead of drowning your issues in a mountain of sugar?" francis scoffed.
"are you calling me emotionally unstable?"y/n raised an eyebrow.
"what? no, i´m not calling you emotionally unstable." he denied quickly.
"so now i’m emotionally repressed?"
the blonde groaned, rubbing his temples. "you’re twisting my words."
"wow," y/n gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "I can’t believe you’d attack me like this."
"okay, would you please keep it down?" Francis hissed, glancing around as people started to stare.
y/n giggled, taking another sip of her milkshake. "i’m just messing with you, relax."
francis rolled his eyes but found himself smiling anyway. "you’re a real pain, you know that?"
"so I’ve been told," she said, popping a fry into her mouth. She tilted her head slightly, observing him. he started running a hand through his hair in a worried manner, which y/n found endearing but couldn´t help but ask. "why do you keep messing with your hair?"
francis frowned. " don’t mess with my hair that much."
"why is everyone so obsessed with my hair?" he groaned. "i’m sick of it."
"whoa, okay, relax," y/n chuckled, holding up her hands in surrender.
the boy exhaled sharply. "i just don’t want to talk about it. the guys at my school make fun of me, okay?"
y/n blinked in surprise. "really? what do they say?"
"they call me... ‘poodlehead,’" he muttered.
y/n pursed her lips, clearly fighting back laughter. "that is so cruel."
francis sighed, shoulders slumping as he looked at her face, trying to hold back her laugh.
"i mean, i can see it, but still—"
"okay, you don’t get to laugh at me," he cut in, pointing at her.
She grinned. "oh, but I do. you´re trapped with me." the waiter arrived finally with the rest of her food and as she settled the pastries on the table, y/n gained courage. "it´s cute, though."
"what?" francis asked confused, slouching in his seat. "your hair, it´s cute."
"oh." francis cheeks turned pink.
the guy took a long sip of his drink, glancing at y/n as she focused on her dessert. "and then dave told me they were just studying."
y/n raised an eyebrow. "yeah?"
"but they were totally having a pizza party."
"you’re kidding?" she gasped, leaning forward.
"nope. they even came to my room and asked for napkins." he shook his head. "it’s not like i could tell them how hurt i was, ‘cause, you know… you constantly gotta keep up this front of being the tough guy."
y/n nodded, swirling her spoon in her milkshake. "yeah… they have no idea who you really are, huh?"
"nope." francis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "if they knew i kept a dream journal…"
y/n’s eyes lit up. "you do?"
francis groaned. "see, this is why i don’t tell people—"
"no, i think that’s so cool." she cut in, smiling genuinely.
"yeah," she shrugged. "i do, too."
francis blinked. "seriously?"
"yeah, but if those guys ever got a hold of yours, i bet you’d never hear the end of it, huh?" she teased, taking a bite of cake.
"oh, never." he rolled his eyes.
"but..." she tilted her head. "you don’t have to care what they think."
"i don’t." he said quickly, then paused. "well… what about your sister?"
y/n scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “yeah, my sister’s an idiot.” she toyed with the straw in her milkshake before sighing. “she’s always been like that—thinks she’s better than me just ‘cause she’s older, parties more, has more friends… whatever.”
francis tilted his head. “yeah?”
“yeah,” she sighed, pushing her plate aside. “when we were kids, she’d always get me in trouble and then act like it was my fault. like this one time, she snuck out to go to some high school party, and when my parents found out, she told them I was the bad influence. i was eleven and i hadn´t even gone to my first party...”
francis let out a short laugh. “that’s insane.”
“right?” y/n huffed. “and she does this thing where she makes fun of me for being smart. like, she thinks it’s hilarious that i actually study.”
francis nodded knowingly. “yeah, sounds familiar.”
y/n gave him a look. “i bet it does. your little brothers give you hell, huh?”
he groaned. “you have no idea.”
y/n smirked. “oh, i think i do.”
francis shook his head, watching as she absentmindedly spun a spoon between her fingers. “so, why do you care?”
“about your sister,” he clarified. “if she treats you like that, why do you care so much about her not getting in trouble?”
y/n stared down at the table for a moment, then shrugged. “i don’t know.” she avoided his gaze, voice quieter. “i guess… i keep hoping one day she won’t hate me.”
francis frowned. “hey,” he said softly. “she doesn’t hate you.”
y/n huffed a dry laugh. “you don’t know her.”
“i don’t have to,” he replied simply. “i mean, look, i give my brothers crap all the time. doesn’t mean i don’t care about them.”
she hesitated, then glanced at him. “maybe you´re just a really good brother.”
francis smirked. “look... i think she’d be an idiot not to like you.”
y/n rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “ugh, you´re so cheesy.”
francis chuckled, leaning back. “anyway, people around here are freaks. some nights, i lock myself in my room and spin my globe.”
y/n looked at him curiously. “yeah?”
“yeah. wherever i point my finger, i just pretend that’s where i really live.”
her eyes softened, and she gave him a small, knowing smile. “i do that, too.”
francis’s lips quirked up. “really?”
as they walked out of the restaurant, the night air hit them, crisp and cool. y/n pulled francis' jacket tighter around her shoulders, still feeling the warmth of it.
"so," she started, glancing around the empty parking lot. "remind me again how we’re supposed to get home when laura and eric ditched us?"
francis groaned, running a hand through his hair. “ugh. don’t remind me. i’m trying not to think about how screwed we are.”
y/n hummed. “yeah, i guess we’re walking, huh?”
"unless you’ve got teleportation powers you’ve been hiding."
"tragically, no." she sighed dramatically. "guess we’re stuck with each other for the long haul."
"lucky me," francis muttered, but there was a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
they started walking, the streets quieter than usual. y/n kicked a stray pebble as she walked, her hands stuffed into the sleeves of his jacket.
"so… your sister does this a lot, huh?" francis asked after a beat.
y/n snorted. "you have no idea. i am a professional third wheel. she makes my life impossible."
"why, though?" francis frowned. "you’re kind of awesome... annoying, but awesome."
"yeah, well, try telling her that." she kicked the pebble harder this time, watching it skid across the pavement. "she thinks i’m an embarrassment. says i’m too much, or not enough, depending on her mood. sometimes i think she just likes having someone to look down on."
francis was quiet for a moment before he said, “sounds like her problem, not yours.”
y/n huffed a laugh. “you make it sound so simple.”
"maybe it is," he shrugged. "people who go out of their way to tear others down? usually just insecure."
she looked at him then, really looked at him, and for once, francis wasn’t wearing his usual cocky smirk. he just met her gaze, steady and sure. the way his t-shirt hugged his arm and his hair fell on his face.
"thanks for that" she said softly.
he coughed, suddenly looking away. "yeah, well. don’t get used to it."
she laughed, bumping her shoulder against his. they kept walking, the conversation drifting between light teasing and comfortable silences. when they finally reached her house, they lingered by the front steps.
"well, this is it, we can wait for your friend and laura here." she said, rocking back on her heels.
francis nodded as they sat down. “sure.”
y/n smirked. “had fun tonight?”
"i mean, you did nearly bankrupt me on desserts, but yeah," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "i actually had a good time."
francis hesitated for a second before smirking. “you know, you’re kind of a handful.”
“so i’ve been told,” she said, flipping her hair in a humorous manner.
"but…" he shifted closer, tilting his head at her. "i think i kinda like that."
"yeah," he muttered, glancing at her lips for half a second before looking back into her eyes.
and then, before she could overthink it, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down into a kiss. a short, warm, and sweet kiss.
when she pulled back, francis just stared at her, stunned for maybe the first time in his life. a car pulled up in the driveway. laura and eruic.
"goodnight, poodlehead." y/n teased, patting his chest before standing up to go inside.
as she shut the door behind her, she swore she heard him mumble, "yeah, okay. i definitely like that."
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