A/N: Hey guys back, I'm updating this story really fast and I'm loving writing it, hopefully you guys are enjoying reading it as such and are anxious for when LeFou will tell Gaston of who he truly is, unfortunately that won't be coming out for a while but there might be a few soft subtle hints here and there. So anyway before I give too much away, let's jump ahead to chapter 7.


Chapter 7 - He's Close

The next few hours consisted of me and Gaston throwing pieces of information about each other back and forth, myself making sure not to give too much away that might lead Gaston to figuring out who I really was but I seemed to be doing a good job of it all.

Dinner had been a very strange affair, well strange for me as at six o'clock, Gaston's farther - I still wasn't used to calling him Kenneth in my head just yet - had arrived at the door, leaning on his stick again, informing us that dinner was ready and we should come down.

We had stopped in the middle of writing up some information, Gaston had allowed me to use his computer whilst he worked on his laptop, still sitting on his bed, now cross-legged whilst I sat comfortably on the desk chair at the computer before we had left our positions and headed downstairs.

Before the meal, Gaston's father asked us to quickly wash our hands, something that Gaston was already starting to do as I arrived in the kitchen so I joined him, trying not to blush when I felt the heat from his side brush up against my own side, focusing instead on washing and drying my hands.

We had then went into the very large dinning room across the hall from the kitchen and once again I had been transfixed by the size of the room at hand.

It must have been about the size of a football stadium with a long wooden brown table in the middle of the room, chairs gathered all around it with place settings already all laid out, baskets of bread in between wine glasses that sat empty but I could see that there was bottles of wine in metal buckets ready to be poured.

Gaston had invited me to sit at the table and I sat near the top, being joined two seconds later by Gaston and his father who sat next to me and across from me respectively.

Dinner had been served to us on silver plated platters and we had dug in, no sounds apart from the chewing of food and the occasional sip as I gulped down some water and tried not to squeal with excitement every time Gaston's elbow brushed against my arm.

As our plates had started to diminish, Gaston's father had finally looked up and started conversation with both of us about school and how we felt things were going right now, I had replied in kind, feeling Gaston's eyes on me.

We had finished off our dinner of chicken, potatoes and mixed vegetables with chocolate cake, ice cream and lots of whipped cream that I hadn't been able to finish, too full from the beautiful dinner itself and instead drank down some more water, content to watch Gaston and his father interact.

After dinner we headed back upstairs, Gaston's father staying downstairs to watch some television whilst myself and Gaston retreated to his room once more, continuing our lists of things.

After a couple more hours I felt my hands beginning to stiffen so I shook them off, turning around in the desk chair to look around at Gaston who was watching me with a strange look in his eyes and it looked like he had been watching me for a good long while.

"Is everything okay?" I asked watching how Gaston immediately cleared his throat and blinked his eyes a few times, nodding his head thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I was just trying to figure you out. Your hero is your friends Adam and Belle but yet when I asked you about them earlier, you kind of clammed up and refused to mention anything more about it."

So Gaston had noticed that, I thought to myself, remembering how Gaston had asked me how Belle and Adam were my heroes and I had retreated back into my shell slightly as I remembered how we were in a fight, well I wasn't talking to Belle on nice terms whereas Adam was talking to both of us but always trying to get me to apologise to Belle.

"Sorry about that, I was kind of hoping you wouldn't notice but I'm in a kind of fight with Belle and Adam, more so Belle. She found out that there is this guy I like and she doesn't think it's wise for me to waste my time with him as she puts it."

I noticed immediately after I spoke how Gaston's eyebrows rose quickly and efficiently, he looked like he wanted to know more about this but at the same time, he didn't want to pry too much and have me retreat further back in on myself.

"She thinks" I continued and I saw how Gaston began to stare at me again, as if watching me carefully for the moment that I might break "that I have no chance with him as he has no idea I exist."

Gaston became thoughtful and leaned back on his bed, arms coming up to cross over his chest and he even closed over his laptop, looking back up at me after a few moments.

"Well I can understand how your friend might think that but have you ever tried to speak to the guy yourself? Maybe he's just shy and likes you too but is afraid to show it."

I bit down on my lip, so badly wanting to tell Gaston that I was currently talking to the man I was afraid to speak to but not wanting to creep him out, for one I had no idea if he was actually into guys or if he even currently me as more than just a guy to speak to whilst doing a project then he would go back to ignoring me again like before.

"I'm kind of scared to speak to him, he's older than me so I'm kind of left in the way of what if I do talk to him and find out he likes me only for him to leave once school is over with."

I looked back at Gaston watching as he put his laptop down onto the bed beside him and moved forwards, placing his feet onto the edge of his bed whilst still looking at me.

"Well as my father always says, you won't know until you try, sometimes it's not good to just things pass us by" Gaston leaned across and grabbed his glass of nearly empty orange juice and I watched carefully as he raised the glass to his lips, tilting his head back and gulping down the last dregs before his head came back down and he placed the empty glass onto the bedside cabinet beside him.

Was it bad that I really wanted to be that glass in that moment in time?

"Yeah I guess you're right. It's just so many things going through my mind and I've never actually even kissed someone or had someone kiss me."

I slammed a hand over my mouth after I had said that, hating my mouth for thinking ahead of my brain, I was a right idiot, that was not the sort of conversation you had with someone whom you just met and especially not said someone who was very hot and tall and magnificent who was sitting right there, head tilted slightly to one side and look of curiosity on his face.

"You've never kissed someone? Why not?"

I shrugged my shoulders slightly, I knew exactly why I had never kissed someone, no-one wanted to kiss the freak when I had been growing up and I had been a big mamma's boy so most people made fun of me and laughed at me rather than giving me kisses.

Then as I had gotten older, the thought of kissing a girl had sounded revolting so everytime one looked at me like they wanted me to, I would turn and run the other way or just ignore them and walk past them as if they didn't exist.

Then after I had met Gaston, he had been the only one I had dreamed about kissing, wondering how his lips would feel against mine, if they would be chapped and rough or soft and smooth, if his would taste of something or if they would send butterflies through my whole system, if I would feel fireworks when our lips touched or if I would feel nothing but his laughter afterwards as he kissed me for a dare.

But I wasn't going to tell Gaston any of this, no way, no how.

Sighing, I looked back up and nearly jumped back in fright, almost screaming as I noticed that Gaston had somehow moved without me noticing and was now standing in-front of me, watching my face carefully.

"It's not such a big deal having your first kiss" Gaston spoke as he sat back onto the desk chair next to mine and rolled it forwards softly so he was directly in-front of me once again.

"For some people it feels magical and for some others it's much more. It depends on the person I think but you don't want to have to go through life never having your first kiss and not knowing what to do when someone does kiss you so how about this? I'll be your first kiss."

I stared into his eyes when he finished speaking, trying to gather all my thoughts together, had Gaston really said what I thought he just had? No, I was just imagining it all, this was just all a joke.

"I... er, I..."

I didn't have much time to put together a perfect response before Gaston was leaning in towards me and at the last second I tilted my head slightly, closing my eyes as our lips met.

It was so unlike what I had expected, Gaston's lips were soft yes but they were also rough in a strange way and they tasted strangely of mint and coffee and some strange smell that just seemed to come from Gaston himself.

And oh yes, there was fireworks.

Gaston pulled away after a few seconds and looked at me, smiling slightly.

"There you go, now you've had your first kiss."

I nodded my head, no knowing if I was agreeing with his statement or trying simply to understand my swimming mind and all the thoughts inside but I nodded, cleared my throat slightly and looked up into his eyes.

"Thank you" I whispered into the air between us, watching how Gaston's eyes seemed to widen slightly after I spoke before he seemed to brush it off and instead patted me carefully on the leg before standing up and walking back over to his laptop, almost like nothing had just happened.

I continued to sit still for a couple of seconds before I turned back to the computer, shaking the mouse to awaken the screen again and typing a couple more little bullet points about Gaston that I had just learned.

1) He was a good friend and cared deeply about other people; and

2) He was really an amazing kisser.


A/N: So guys end of Chapter 7, cue the screams of oh my god did that really happen and me replying yes it did, hope you enjoyed this chapter and are looking forward to Chapter 8 which will be coming soon, I promise you that.

Until next time,

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