"I can't believe him." Beau sighed. "I should have seen it coming, but I could have swore that he had changed!" He looked down at the ground somewhat defeated. His best friend, Fionna placed a gentle and comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Beau, he has changed, just not in every which way. He means well, he really does. You should go and apologize to him. maybe you can find out why he really did what he did." She smiled tenderly at him and gave him a quick pat.

"You're right." Beau said with some newfound confidence. "I'll go talk to him, you go back to the party." He hopped up off his bed and ripped his bedroom door open. Fionna just stared off at him in wonder as he bounded down the steps in search of his best friend.

*10 years prior*

"Stop it Marshall! Give it back!" An 8 year old Beau hopped up it down, constantly grabbing at a doll his aunt had recently bought him.

"Nope! No way! These things are for girls!" Marshall Lee, 15 years old, was once again taunting his favorite "nephew". He towered above the small boy, chuckling like a baby playing peek-a-boo as he held the shiny new doll high up in the air. "Why would that horrid woman buy you this? It's totally lame." He shook his head at the boy.

Beau stopped hopping and stood there pouting. "It isn't lame Marshall! She bought it for me because it looks like mom!" Tears instantly started pouring from the small boys eyes. He looked up at his elder and sobbed. "Please Marshall? May I have it back?"

Marshall sighed and looked down, slowly lowering the doll. "I- I didn't know that..." He handed the doll back to Beau, who instantly held it tightly to his chest. Small, inferior Beau looked up gently at Marshall and gave him a weak smile.

"Marshall Lee, you know, if you want, you can play with her for a little bit. I know you miss her just as much as I do." Marshall looked at the little boy, not knowing what type of reaction he should have. He was angry at him for reminding him of the death of one of his best friends, but he was also happy that the boy didn't see him as a threat to their sacred relationship.

"I'd love that GumGum." He gave Beau a toothy grin and sat down directly in front of him, slowly reaching his hand out to accept the doll. Beau smiled at the almost long forgotten nickname and put the doll to his eye level and kissed it on the head. He gently passed it to Marshall and hugged both the dark haired teen and the doll.

"I love you both so much!" One of Marshall's pale hands found it's way to the young boys head and he tenderly stroked the strawberry blonde hair.

"I love you too Beau, and you too Bonni."

*7 years later*

"I'm going out Auntie!" The tables had turned, and now Beauregard was 15, and rebellious as ever. His precious blonde hair had been died a vivid pink, and that same color followed suit in his wardrobe just about every day. As soon as he realized what relationships were, as well as attractions, he knew that he didn't like women. When he told his Aunt Le Mon, she went cold and sent him to a therapist, who could only come to a conclusion that it was due to a lack of a strong female figure in his life. Of course, this lead Le Mon to believe it was all her fault, and so she succumbed and allowed the boy to do whatever he pleased.

"All right Beau, be careful!" The ultra blonde woman yelled from the kitchen. She had a dish towel in her hand as she gently dried a mug. Normally, they would have had their kitchen staff take care of it, but since Beau had hit his rebellious phase, she decided it would be best if there weren't as many people for him to lash out on, and pulled most of the house staff out. She sighed and walked to the living room to watch as Beau left the house, carelessly slamming the door behind him and hopping into the back of his friend's car. She couldn't make out who they were just through the window, so she shook her head and went back to the kitchen to work on more dishes.

Beau hopped into the back of the car with two of his best friends, Fionna, and her foster-sibling, Catherine, or as everyone called her, Cake. The two blondes were always upbeat, and were very accepting of Beau and his new lifestyle.

"What do you two plan on doing with me?" Beau leaned up to the front and eyed his friends suspiciously. Cake just giggled and left the explanation for Fionna.

"Well…" Fionna sighed a bit and looked cautiously at the road before looking at Beau a bit. "We went to this coffee shop the other day, and the owner is a complete dish. For you that is! He's totally not my type."

Beau shook his head. "You two have boyfriends, and you know I don't need one. Do we really need to go?" Beau lied. He did need a boyfriend,, or at least he wanted one, but he as crazy as he was fashion wise, and how he acted in front of the house staff, did not apply to him at all in the real world. He was rather shy, and was horrible at meeting new people.

"It'll be fun! Besides, the coffee there is totally awesome! They have the best selection of things there. You'll love it!" Fionna let go of the steering wheel to wave her hands in the air for a split second before placing them securely back on. She had just received her license and she wasn't about to lose it.

Beau just shook his head and sat back down in his seat, casually glancing out the window to look at the cityscape.

"What's this place called anyways?" Cake looked back at him and just shrugged.

"Do you really think that we of all people were paying attention? All we know is that it's near that awesome shopping mall where our boy toys always hang out at." She smiled and danced a little in her seat.

The time passed quickly during the drive there, but seemed to drag on as Fionna attempted to parallel park in front of the coffee shop. Beau was too busy yelling at his 17 year old friends to simply just look over and take note of the establishment they were about to enter.

With the car finally parked, the trio hopped out and stepped onto the sidewalk. They briskly made their way into the coffee shops bright red doors. The interior was very sophisticated for a coffee shop, but it was open and had high energy. The seating was mostly black, but there were a few couches with red cushions placed on them, as well as a few red stools at the bar area. The rest of the room was mostly dark reds, blacks, and a few areas of a rich crème color. The music was mellow, and there was a light buzz from all the conversations happening around them.

Fionna grabbed Beau by the hand, and Cake by the other. She led them to a small boot in the corner next to a window. They sat down and made themselves comfortable. Cake passed one of the drink menus to Beau and glanced at the other with Fionna. While Beau carefully looked over the menu, eyeing everything he deemed delicious, and of course it's price, a waiter had come to take their order, pad of paper and a pen in hand.

"Hey guys, what can I get for you today?" The man's voice was deep, but flowed perfectly into each of their ears. His voice sent chills down Beau's spine, and he carefully lifted his head to glance at the man.

"Marshall!?" Beau let the drink menu fall from his hands and he stared with an open mouth at Marshall Lee. Marshall's reaction was similar to beau's, as he dropped both his pen and his order pad.

"Beauregard! W-what are you doing here?" He bent down quickly and fumbled to grab his writing utensil and paper. While it took him a second to gather them together, he lifted his head a bit quickly and bumped it on the table. He hissed and grabbed the back of his head as he stood up. "It's been a long time…"

Beau rolled his eyes and looked back at the drink menu which was now laid upon the table.

"Don't you have drink orders to take?" He sneered at Marshall. He looked the man over, noticing both drastic and subtle changes in him. His hair was longer now, no longer the shaggy do that Beau remembered, and it was shaved on the side, allowing all of Marshall's ear piercings to be revealed. He had grown as well, and was probably now around 6 feet tall. His jaw was more pronounced now, as were his cheekbones, and he had several tattoos, which were visible on both his arms, and his neck, due to his black button up shirt having it's sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, exposing the perfect amount of skin to make the now 22 year old male look sultry and seductive.

Marshall nodded and lifted his pen to the paper. "What can I get you kids?" Fionna and Cake looked at the two rather dumbfounded and fumbled around to figure out what they want.

"I'm going to have a caramel frapuccino, extra caramel." Beau said confidently. Marshall quickly jotted it down and and looked at the other two.

"Uhhh… Two more of those please." Fionna blurted out, just trying to get Marshall to leave so she could take to Beau. Marshall nodded and walked swiftly away behind the counter.

"What the hell was that Beau?" Cake smacked the table and leaned closer to Beau. He just shook his head and looked out the window.

"It was nothing." He shrugged a bit. Cake squinted her eyes and looked to Fionna for help.

"Beau, I've been friends with you for like, 5 years now, you can tell me anything you know." Fionna sighed and leaned across the table to grab Beau's hand. He rolled his eyes and wretched his hand back.

"Fine, he's an old family friend. But he sucks now, so I don't even bother wasting my time on him." The timing couldn't have been worse, as Marshall was serving the table right behind them as Beau had said that, and his head lowered. He quickly finished with that table and walked away, into a back room behind the counter. A few minutes later, another waiter came to give them their drinks, which were barely touched by the time they left.

Beau made Fionna take him home as soon as they were done in the city. He didn't even say goodbye to them, just hopped out of the car and stormed inside, quickly going up to his room. He slammed his door and flopped onto his bed crying immediately when his face landed onto his pillow. Marshall was the last person he wanted to see. He had been for the past 3 years. The last memory he had of Marshall was of the man doing unsavory things to him, and those were flooding his mind at the moment.