the world turned upside down (p)

Francios sighed heavily and turned around to look at Jasper. "And why is that a bad thing?! If they don't accept you, then they don't accept you! You have your cabin mates! You have...other gay or bi jocks like yourself...like Ptolemy! He's one." Francios threw his arms up in the air. Francios walked back to Jasper and placed his hands on his chest. "Stop living for other people."

Francios huffed and moved his hands off of his chest and instead, hugged himself. He moistened his lips and kept his voice low. "I'm not trying to make you...for once in my life here I'm not trying to manipulate you. If I wanted to manipulate you I would find more ways than--." He paused. This wasn't about him. It was about Jasper. "Sorry. Just...coming out here wouldn't be so bad. It's...not as bad as you think it is."

The son of Eros sighed and shook his head. "You shouldn't listen to everyone." Francios folded his arms over his chest. "What do you think I want if I'm lying huh? What could I possibly get from you that I can't get from any boy or girl in or out of this camp."

"...Well you're smart." Francios shrugged his shoulders, becoming defensive. "People never just do things without having an underlying agenda." He added. "Like me," Francios gulped as he got ready to lie. "I don't care about you. All I wanna do is ride you until the cows come home so you can tell other guys. Then they'll tell other jocks and so on and so forth. I don't care what you do. I just need d*ck." Francios swallow hard. "At least, that's what everyone says that's all I want."

Francios shook his hand and pointed his finger at Jasper. "No, you're not going to turn this on me! This is about you and your problem with coming out!" Francios eyes started to glow pink. "I could make you confess everything to me right here and right now. Don't push me!"

Francios' eyes started to turn back to normal. He knew that at this point, him bewitching his amoskinesis. "Just shut up, Dutchman!" He yelled, his French accent thickening like cold honey. "First off, I'm not living for everyone else. Second off, I love sex. Nothing makes me more hot than a sweaty, muscular jock that hits it from the back. Third off, I know who I am. I'm sexy, sensible, fashionable and..." Francios moistened his lips and looked down. "And I know how to treat someone whether their male, female, or in between."

 "You're projecting." Francios clipped. "I'm the little spoon." He sighed and sat down on the sandy shore. "...I do enjoy sex, I do, but I'm not one for relationships. I'm better off just being someone's fling and that's it. There's no point in being in a relationship." The son of Eros looked down at the sand.

"Shut up, Jasper! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Francios got up and started hitting his chest over and over again. "Shut up, you don't know anything about me!" He screamed. Francios continued to hit his chest, he could feel tears started to roll down his face. "S-stop...please." He whimpered out.

The son of Eros rolled his forehead. Did he just have a mini episode? That won't go well with his public image. "...Sorry. It's been a long day." He huffed and wiped the tears from his face. "Anyway, uh, are you playing any sports tomorrow? Maybe I can be your personal cheerleader." He smiled faintly, trying to hide the pain that had made it's way through his perfect exterior.

"I'm fine." Francios quickly said. "And don't worry about it. I'm from France. It's these stupid Americans who name things without thinking." He rolled his eyes flamboyantly. "You can head back. I'm just gonna go back to my cabin."

 Francios smiled a bit and nodded his head. "That sounds nice, thank you." He cleared his throat and started to walk toward the cabin "...Do you still not like my shorts?" He asked with a almost playful look in his eyes.

"...Maybe you are straight. This ass drives guys crazy." Francios lightly shoved Jasper and continued walking. He wondered if Jasper was just different and didn't want sex from him right off the bat. Maybe he was something special.

"...So you do care." That's what Francios got out of it. He giggled a bit, shaking his head. "Whatever. Your thoughts are your thoughts. Just know that I can do a split." He added with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I hope you win. Want me to relax your muscles afterwards?"