Author's Note: (PLEASE READ FIRST.) This wasn't originally my idea, but another author's. I am continuing this story because the author (Conjuring Rain) has asked me to, because she has left FFN forever. The 30 chapters that had been written before will be posted. After that, I'll start writing the rest of the chapters. LOTS of chapters shall be posted.

Michel & Josette

Chapter 1: The Bee Disaster

Michel lazily woke up in his bed, very early in the morning. He really didn't feel like getting up…at all. He just wanted to laze around all day and do nothing, but he knew he couldn't just do that, he had things to do today; many, many things.

So, he forced himself up and looked around, his dark hair in disarray, wild. He groaned in irritation, very upset that he had to get up on such a wonderful, bright day.

Really, he'd rather lie there all day long.

Yes, he is a bit lazy.

"Mrrrow…!" his cat, Bartholomew, yawned, stretching on the bed beside him, looking just as lazy as him.

"Good morning, Bartholomew," Michel yawned, gently petting his white furred cat.

Bartholomew simply yawned again, jumping off of the bed and going off somewhere else.

Michel rolled his eyes, sliding out of his bed. "Silly cat…" he muttered, heading to his kitchen to make breakfast.

Today, he had to complete an assignment for history, do some grocery shopping, run into Josette, buy some cat food for Bartholomew, run into Josette, go to work, and run into Josette.

Yes, he really wants to run into Josette. That was the only thing he was looking forward to for today.

For some reason, he is really fond of her even though she annoyed the heck out of him. He still put up with her even though she can't even get his name right.

Michel didn't know why. He guessed it was because she made everything around him less boring. Plus, he is very fond of her, as what was stated before.

Michel starts making himself some breakfast, whistling cheerfully, already happy about running into Josette today.

Michel made himself some crepes, a bagel, and poured himself some orange juice. He sat at his kitchen table and munched on his goodies, occasionally taking a sip of his fresh orange juice.

Bartholomew hobbled into the kitchen a couple of minutes later, meowing loudly for her breakfast.

Michel looked at her, his mouth full of crepe. "What is it, Bartholomew? Are you hungry or something?" he asked her.

"Meow," Bartholomew responded.

"Sorry, you ate all your food last night. I have to go out and get you some, alright," Michel tells her, amusement evident in his tone. "So you'll probably have to eat around lunch…probably dinner."

Bartholomew gave him a blank look. "Mrrrow…"

"Sorry," Michel apologized, shrugging and finishing the rest of his crepes and bagel. When that was done, he swallowed down the rest of his orange juice. Then he got up from the table and went to his bathroom to get ready.

He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and got dressed, ready to go outside.

"Well, I'm going now, Bartholomew! See you when I get back!" Michel tells his pet cat before leaving his apartment, slamming the door behind him and locking it tight.

Michel whistled merrily as he headed on to the supermarket, ready to go grocery shopping. It is a bright and sunny day in Paris, France and everything was rather calm and peaceful.

Michel breathed in the fresh air and then breathed out, a smile adorning his features.

"What a nice day!" he commented.

He was about to compliment the day once more, but someone bumped into him and he felt something very sticky splash into his hair, face, and clothes.

Michel stumbled back, shock written all over his face. He blinked and then fingered his hair, pulling his fingers back down to examine them, seeing something very sticky on them.

"Honey?!" he exclaimed out loud furiously, earning a few looks from other pedestrians.

Michel didn't get a good look at the person who splashed honey onto him, but he started slandering the person anyway, too irked. "How dare you?!" he hollered. "Can you not watch where you are going?! You've ruined me! Look at what you did to my hair, my face, and my clothes! I was having such a good day and you've ruined it, you imbecile!" he wailed.

The person did nothing, but just stare at him, hands on hips.

However, Michel outrageously continued, "You've ruined me! You've completely destroyed my nice day! Now I have to go back home and get cleaned up because of you! Plus, you have nothing to say for yourself, you fiendish clown! I ought to call the constabulary!"

"Well, Maurice, I guess it's good to see you too," the person in front of him said very sarcastically, hands still on their hips.

Michel calmed down a bit after hearing the person's voice. His eyes widened and he was immediately filled with dread. He got a good look at the person and his breath caught in his throat.

"Josette?!" he squeaked.

The person, Josette, nodded, an annoyed look on her face, her hands still firmly on her hips.

"Yup. That's my name, Mavis," Josette spoke, her voice bitter and a bit dangerous.

Michel immediately felt like a fool. "Oh…oh, I am so sorry about this…" he muttered, feeling more foolish.

Josette sniffed, still not looking happy. She gestured towards the ground at an empty honey bottle. "Look what you've done, Maxton. You've completely ruined it all."

Michel felt like a clown. "Again, I apologize…I didn't mean to bump into you and such…it was an accident that will never happen again!" he told her truthfully, looking very apologetic.

Josette still looked unhappy. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Mayer!"

Michel suddenly got really annoyed now, narrowing his eyes at her and not looking apologetic anymore. "Hey!" he barked suddenly. "How is this all my fault? You obviously weren't paying attention to where you were going!"

"Shut it, Maynard!"

"No! And my name is Michel!"

"Well, okay, Mayo!"

"You're getting on my nerves!"

"You're getting on my nerves!"

Michel was about to retort again, but something stopped him. He looked around rapidly, blinking furiously, honey still dripping from his hair.

Josette looked at him like he was weird. "What's up with you?"

"What's…what's that sound?" Michel questioned her, looking a bit nervous and confused.

"What sound?" Josette frowned. "I don't hear anything."

"It sounds like a fly or something, but much louder and more…erratic!" Michel announced, dread filling his entire being.

Josette strained to listen, her frown deepening. When she finally heard the sound he was talking about, a long, gleeful smile spread across her face.

"You're in trouble, McAllister!" she tells him, snickering a bit. "Those are bumblebees you are hearing! And, well, you know, bumblebees do love honey and other sweet things! Plus, you're covered in honey!"

Michel swallowed hard as the sound got louder and louder.

"Well, I should be on my way! I've got things to do!" Josette laughed, marching off happily, satisfied. "Farewell, McFadden! Tell the lovely bumblebees I said hi!"

"W-Wait…!" Michel was about to go after her, but something landed on his hair. He looked up and saw a bunch of bumblebees surrounding him, buzzing loudly.

People around him began to flee in terror at the sight of that many bumblebees. They've never seen anything like it!

Michel yelled loudly and took off running for his life, the bees right behind him, trying to land on him and trying to sap all of the honey off of him.

"Get away, get away!" Michel wailed, slapping at the ones that dared to land on his face.

His slap was returned with a painful sting!

"OW!" Michel cried as he sprinted along, random people diving out of his way in fear and confusion.

Michel ran and ran and ran, getting stung by multiple bees at once.

Oh, why did this have to happen to him today out of all days?

And how did the bees know where to look? Where did they come from?!