Honestly, I think Billie and Gaston would've made a fine couple.
I have the movie year at 2010, so this would take place 2013. Cornelius and Franny will be involved too. Art makes his appearances.
So. I do believe this will be a story dedicated to their romance. Of course random bits of other couples will be thrown in, but I think I've done enough planning to go through with this story. Enjoy the first chapter. A revamped version of A Look.
Alas, I own nothing.
Going into her first day back as a sophomore, Billie wasn't expecting much- Art, the life of the school, had graduated the previous school year.
Her theory was blown sky high when she walked into the building. A cafeteria full of her peers came into view, but one student stuck out.
He was a tall, lanky looking guy. He must've been a freshman since she couldn't recognize him. But he was stationed by the cafeteria wall, a homemade mini-cannon in hand. How he hadn't gotten in trouble yet, she'd never know. No one stopped him from loading the thing with a dash of gun powder and a wadded up ball of paper. He pulled a string and the paper went flying.
Billie watched the wade of paper sail over the crowd of students before smacking someone square in the back of the head a few yards away. She giggled at the girl's shocked face and continued on her way to class. The five minute bell rang, yet hardly anyone made a move to get to class.
Gaston watched the girl who laughed at his antics walk by. Unlike the rest of the girls at school, she was wearing a dress. The material danced around her knees as she walked past him. She had large doe eyes. Her hair looked wild; the curly brown hair went past her shoulders and stopped right above her chest. He took ample note of her thin, short frame.
She turned the corner, disappearing from sight. He grinned and decided to go to first period. He put away his mini-cannon, and then walked towards the English Department for his first class.
Billie entered AP Physics and was delighted to see Cornelius sitting at a table in the back. He had been one of her first friends last year.
"Hello!" Billie greeted cheerily
"Hey Billie! How was your summer?"
"Very boring… However I am sure yours was not. I heard something about a freeze ray?"
He chuckled and nodded his head, "Yeah, and cold fusion IS possible by the way." She laughed and leaned toward him- she lowered her voice before saying,
"Let me tell you about this strange boy this morning. He was shooting paper out of a small cannon. It appeared he put gun powder into his hand-held cannon!"
"Oh?" The blond haired genius couldn't help but grin. "That's neat! How isn't he expelled though?"
"I do not know!" She rolled her eyes, "I hope he does not blow up the school."
Billie arrived to her third lesson, Geography, before most of her peers. The teacher said there would not be a seating chart and to sit wherever. For some reason, instead of traditional desks, the Social Studies class had tables. However she had heard that some teachers did not have their own classrooms and had to switch classes every period.
The curly haired girl picked a table close to the door. Everyone arrived when the warning bell rang. The uproar of talking made her groan; she hated noisy classes. Just as she was going to retrieve her Physics homework from her bag, she saw the guy from this morning. He ducked his head as he walked through the doorway. When he looked up, they made eye contact and a cocky grin formed on his face.
Gaston pretended to look around the room for a seat. Yet only after a couple seconds of observing the crowded room, he turned back to the girl.
"Hey. Name's Gaston." He slid the backpack off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He took a seat beside her. "What's your name?"
"Vilma, but you may call me Billie."
He nodded and gave a friendly smile. "Pleasure to meet you."
Class started at the sound of the bell. The teacher seemed cool enough. Aside from a couple whispered remarks to Billie, the two did not talk much in class.
As they parted, an hour later, he stood and waited to say goodbye to her. She grabbed her bag and set it on the table.
"I'll see you around." He kept eye contact as he reached down to take her hand in his. He turned her hand so he could bend down and kiss her knuckles. Gaston beamed as she blushed lightly and looked away. He waved goodbye.
"Billie!" She turned around after hearing her name and saw the tall new freshman pushing through the crowd. She slowed down to let him catch up.
"Hey! Told you I'd see you later," He held out a hand, "Here, let me carry your books for you."
"No, that is okay, I am going to my locker now to put them away." Billie said. Even though he was an unusual boy, it was somewhat entertaining.
"Well I'll go with you," He snatched her books and held them for her, "How're you liking your classes?" asked Gaston as he trailed behind her through the packed hallway.
"They are okay... What about you?" She returned, slightly confused as to why he had chosen to hang out with her. Although the attention was well received, she wondered about his motives. They arrived at her locker and he waited patiently for her to open the locker.
"My classes have been interesting." The two minute bell rang, making Billie look up at him in question. He read her concern,
"I've got lunch, so take your time… Unless you need to get to class?"
She put away her books and said, "No, I have lunch as well."
Gaston threw an arm around her shoulder, "Great! We can sit together!" He shut her locker for her and led them to the cafeteria. It was difficult to talk as they stood in line for lunch. The room was in an upheaval, in which hardly any normal conversations could be held. It wasn't until they found a table near the wall, on the less crowded side of the cafeteria, that they could talk.
"So tell me, my accented lady, where are you from?" asked Gaston, enjoying the fact that she sat beside him. They had an excellent view of the cafeteria.
"Cleevlan'." Billie responded in a different accent. Her eyes gleamed at him as she took a bite of the school's pizza.
He grinned, "Can you do any accent?"
"Vat? Dis iz mien accent."
"Very nice." He noticed her proud smile. He jabbed his fork into the so-called pasta on his plate.
"Well shucks darlin', Ah try." She smiled back at him- rarely did she get to change up her accents like that. Usually no one asked where she was from.
"But really." He took a swig from the carton of milk. "Vilma… is that Eastern Europe or Scandinavian?"
"Gaston is a great Italian name," she commented, ignoring his question.
"Gaston Frammagucci, it screams Italian."
She looked at him curiously, "Are you related to Art?"
That question got him to laugh, "You wouldn't believe how many times I've been asked that today. Yeah, I'm his brother."
"I had a class with him last year. How is he?" a pain etched through his chest at her curiosity. He looked down at his plate to push the pasta around. There was a beat of silence before he answered.
"He's doing good." Replied Gaston with a false smile, "I'm going to guess from your brown hair that you're Eastern European?"
"You are correct. Ale môžete hádat', ktoré krajiny?"
"Woah, cool!"
As they ate their lunches, they talked about their schedules and the classed they liked. Gaston dominated the conversation, but she enjoyed learning about him. He made her laugh several times. By the end of the lunch period, he knew he was in trouble.
Step.
Creak.
Step.
Creak.
Step.
About face.
Art let his brother pace for five minutes before the noise from the floorboard was too distracting. Folding his paper irritably, the Pizza boy looked at Gaston in expectation. "Well?"
"Hm?" replied Gaston, thoroughly distracted
"You've been acting strangely since school let out. Were you…experimented on?" Art asked quietly, glancing at the ceiling in fear. He got up from his place on the couch to get something to eat from the kitchen.
A scoff echoed into the room, "Bro, you need to get out more."
Art shrugged, even though his brother couldn't see him. He picked out a soda from the refrigerator. He walked back into the living room and set the soda on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"You know, if you won't tell me, I could always go get Franny…" He suggested as he walked slowly toward the stairs. Gaston flew into action and blocked the stairs with his body.
"Man, I just feel… stupid!" Art was going to interrupt but stopped when he received a glare, "I met this amazing girl today… and now I feel like doing all that stuff those love songs talk about."
He could not help it- the older teen let out a booming laugh. "Gaston, my brother, you are Outer Space deep in love!" He teased
"N-no way! I just met her!" protested Gaston. Art gave another great laugh that shook the house, to shut him up, the thin Italian punched his brother on the arm. "Quiet! You'll wake the dead!"
From upstairs a door creaked open. Franny stomped over to the top of the staircase.
"What is wrong with you two?!"
"Nothing." Said Gaston while Art replied with "Gaston's in love."
"No I am not!"
"He just met some girl and now he's got it bad."
"Dude! Shut it!"
Franny giggled at the two arguing, "Alright boys. What's her name?"
"I'm not saying." Gaston replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
Art slapped a hand down on his brother's shoulder, and then whispered so Franny couldn't hear. "I'll tell you if she's any good."
The lanky teen began raining punches on his older brother as hard as he could, "You better not have ruined her!"
"I'm only joking Gaston!" Art laughed, hardly feeling any pain from his brother's fury.
"Frocio." Gaston hissed, disgusted at the thought of Art with Billie. He straightened his shirt indignantly
"Are you ladies done?" asked Franny, amused.
"If I tell you who she is, will you let it go?" The cannon enthusiast asked, sighing in defeat.
"Probably." His siblings responded together
"I doubt you know her, but her name is Billie Kovac-"
"You like Billie?!" They both asked. Art and Franny shared a look. They were mostly amused at their identical answers, but agreed to stop.
Gaston gave his sister a look, "How do YOU know her?"
"She's Cornelius' best friend…" Franny shrugged, "We've all hung out a couple times."
"I had a class with her last year- you only picked her 'cause she's out-of-this-world cute."
The lanky teen scoffed but then cleared his throat, "At first, but then I hung out with her…"
"I always thought she had a crush on Cornelius…" Art mentioned, watching both his siblings' eyes narrow.
"No way!" Franny yelled while Gaston sneered
"She'd never fall for a geek!"
She glared at Gaston, "There is nothing wrong with him."
"I just thought since they hung out in class all the time…" explained Art, shrugging in indifference.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Why does it matter?"
The Pizza man grinned down to his brother, "Okay, bro, you'll really have to impress her if you want to beat out Mr. Smarty-Pants."
"How?" Gaston complained, "I JUST met her. I was a little forward today, but I want to do something-" He struggled for the right word, "Romantic for her…"
"Here's what you do…" Art then leaned in to whisper his plan.
Gaston looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked nice in the outfit Franny had picked out. He was dressed in a black polo shirt, tucked into dark blue jeans. A black belt was all he had contributed.
"Lookin' good bro. Now here are the flowers," Art threw him three roses, one yellow, one orange, and one red.
"Okay. Let's roll." Gaston slung his backpack over his shoulder and they made their way to the garage.
"Did you put on deodorant?" Franny called down the stairs. The middle child groaned and went back upstairs to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Gaston arrived at school. He waited patiently in her AP Physics class; to avoid looking like a fool, he gently placed the flower in his back bag. He sat at a table and placed his head in his hands. He was completely bored for five minutes. Yet every time someone walked into class, he would raise his head up and smile, only to be disappointed when it was not Billie.
Fifteen minutes before the bell rang, Cornelius walked into class.
He grinned at the blonde kid, "Hey Corny!"
"Gaston? How are you?" Cornelius smiled at his future brother-in-law. Gaston held his hand out and the two shook hands.
"Great." He pulled his hand back. "Have you seen Billie?" Gaston asked
Cornelius' smile was replaced with a curious look. "No, she's usually here five minutes before the bell rings." He led Gaston to the back table. Cornelius put his bag down beside his chair.
"I guess I get to hang with you, Corny." He joked, "So, how long have you known Billie?"
"Half a year… She moved here the middle of last year."
With narrowed eyes, Gaston quickly asked, "Do you like her?"
"What? No." The Italian boy stared intently at the genius to see if he was telling the truth.
After a moment, Gaston nodded, "Good. So has she ever liked anyone?"
Cornelius scoffed and looked around, almost expecting Billie to walk in. "I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you."
"Tell me anyway." He responded, smiling cheekily.
"She liked Grayson, the football player, for a month or two. He's a junior this year."
Gaston clicked his tongue in distain, "Huh." He looked toward the clock and cursed under his breath.
"Why does she wait so late to get here?" He complained, feeling a bit nervous. Students trickled in as they talked, but most put their stuff down and retreated out of the classroom again.
"Cause she likes to sleep." The blond teen chuckled, "She sleeps in class sometimes."
The Italian boy nodded and the two teens lapsed into silence.
"Wanna play tic-tac-toe?" He asked to break the silence
"I'll get the paper," offered Cornelius.
As predicted, five minutes before school started, Billie walked into AP Physics. The blonde teen looked up at the clock after tying with Gaston for the fifteenth time, and bumped his elbow into the other guy's side.
"She's here." He whispered, which made the Italian teen bolt up. He watched, amused, as she walked into class lazily.
Billie stood in front of her and Cornelius' table and greeted the two. "Morning,"
"Good morning Billie," Gaston bowed lightly. The Slovak looked at her friend in question and he merely shrugged. "I- uh, wanted to- oh wait!" He opened his book bag and produced three flowers, "I wanted to give you these."
She smiled and accepted the flowers, "Thank you Gaston, they are pretty." He grinned, proud of himself.
"Did I earn your number?" He asked cheekily.
She blushed lightly. "I suppose." Cornelius slid his pencil and the tic-tac-toe paper to his lab partner. Quickly she wrote down her cell phone number and handed it to the boy.
"I'll talk to you later," He winked at her before almost running out of the room.
"He's really into you."
"It was really sweet of him, brave as well." She sniffed the roses before placing them on her desk.
Cornelius cleared his throat, "Girls like that stuff, that romantic stuff, a lot right?"
Billie shrugged, "Of course."
"I thought it was only in movies." Cornelius frowned at the new information and decided to mull it over.