Summary; LeFou Deux Loves Claudine Frollo. His cousins tease him about it.

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It was Valentine's day in Auardon and the air was buzzing with chatter from excited students and teachers as school let out. 18 year old, Claudine Frollo was talking with her older friend Ginny Gothel as she went to put her books but suddenly stopped, looking intrigued.

"What? What is it?" Ginny asked concerned by her friend's reaction. She leaned forward-- over Claudine's shoulder-- and giggled when she saw a folded piece of paper in her friend's locker. "Another one?" Claudine didn't answer, looking puzzled and dazzed as she reached out and grabbed it. "I don't know how this person keeps getting into my locker and my room or why they keep going to the trouble for me of all people "

Ginny stopped giggling and gave the younger girl a stern look. "Claudine, stop selling yourself short like that. This person-- who ever he or she may be-- is going to the trouble to do this because they like you and they want your attention. You don't have to give to them of course, because you don't owe anybody anything, but I refuse to sit here and let you put yourself down like this. Do you understand me?"

Claudine nodded, too embarrassed to speak. She was still getting use to be out from under her father's thumb and the fact that everything he had ever told her was a lie, and it was difficult. Realizing that she was beautiful and not tempting anyone in sinful ways was difficult. Accepting compliments was difficult. Ginny continued "good. Now do you want to read the poem or throw it away because I support you either way and it doesn't change anything--"

"No" Claudine blurted out cutting Ginny off. She quickly continued on when Ginny raised her brow, trying to ignore the blush she felt coming on. "No, I don't want to throw it away. I want to read it. The poems are usually really sweet even if I don't know where they come from" The older girl just smiled. "Alright then. Do you want to read it here or back at the ship?" "Here is good. It's probably more private than on the ship is right now, anyway" The christian replied before unfolding the note. She took a deep breath before reading it allowed-- knowing that her friends loved reading the poems (or hearing them) just as much as she did. It was written in blue ink-- a color that always calmed her nerves, like now.

"For my Gracious Gem,

A love poem by your secret admirer, the fool.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My favor is gracious,

And so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

Tape is red,

And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

with buds like eggs,

stems are slender,

and so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

up to the skies,

your grass is green,

and so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

Surrounded the farms,

Faces are pale,

and so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style.

A sun is dazzling,

and so is your smile.

A gem is beautiful,

just like you. "

Claudine hugged the poem to her chest and looked down at the floor, knowing that she was probably as red as a rose at the moment. Ginny just laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders, leading her down the hall and to the entrance of the school. Niether of them noticed the head of the boy who had been watching them as it ducked back behind the locker as they did so.

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19 year old, LeFou Deux "Lee" Beamount let out a relieved sigh as he leaned against his locker and closed his eyes-- letting a smile cross his features. He always got so nervous when he did this but he couldn't stop-- not when it was the only way he could express his love for her. He knew his crewmate wouldn't feel the same. That she'd be disappoint -ed it was him writing the letters and poems, and not some nerd or prince. So instead of outright confessing his love for her in person, he did it in letters-- trying to work up the courage to do it.

He had been doing it for years-- even back on the isle. Sneaking around and leaving the notes in places were Frollo wouldn't find them. Their crew knew it was him doing it. Hell, every kid on the isle did. Well, everyone but Claudine did. She was the only one who didn't know it was him constantly declaring his love for her and maybe that was for the best. At least this way he could get everything off his chest without getting laughed out of the room or slapped. Without making things awkward between the two of them and everyone else.

He heard twin sets of clapping from nearby, causing his heart to raise and his eyes to fly open. He quickly scanned the area, panicking internally only to calm down when Junior jumped down from where he was hiding on top of the lockers and Bronze stepped out from his hiding spot a few feet away, still clapping. "Bravo, cousin of ours. Bravo" one twin said, mirth in his eyes. "Yeah, I think that poem was even better that his last one"

The other twin chuckled before adding in his own two cents. "Yeah, what was it he wrote? 'She gives her rat a shake, and laughs until her belly aches' " he did air qoutes as he did so, grinning ear to ear. "Oh shut up" Lee grumbled half-heartedly, turning as red as his shirt-- which he tried to cover up by yanking his handkerchief up over his nose. The twins paused for second, acting as if they were thinking about it before looking at each other. "Nah" the pair said in unison, tilting their heads. "Don't think we will"

"You two are the worst " the accusation had no effect on the older boys as continued on with their teasing. "Nah, we aren't. You know you love us" Junior said nonchalantly, waving him off. "Besides " Bronze replied, cutting in "You should tell her, man. This whole situation is getting creepy" Lee stared both of them down, looking unimpressed before a mischievous smile of his own appeared. "I'll tell Claudine that I love her when you--" He gestured to Bronze "tell Sammy you're in love with him and when you--" He gestured to Junior "do the same with Debbie Tremaine because honestly, watching you two constantly chase after them while claiming that you don't care about them is just getting pathetic"

He pushed past them, slinging his bag over his shoulder and quickly booked it down the hall. Laughing as he heard his identical cousins sputter and start chasing after him. His laughter only got louder as they shouted after him "YOU LITTLE SHIT--" "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW--" they were probably gonna kick his ass or prank him into oblivion, but he didn't care. It was worth it just to see the looks of pure, surprised horror and shock on their faces in that moment. Even if he'd be complaining about whatever punishment they come up with later to his aunt.