Gaston tells Le Fou about himself since coming to the village and how he feels about Le Fou


Chapter 9 - Gaston's Story

Gaston's P.O.V.

I was trying hard not to let anything I said hurt him too much but I also knew that I had to be truthful with him lest he think less of me, it had after-all been quite clear to me since the day I had met this other man that he had shown feelings for me that were different, feelings of pure and utter love, not a hint of friendship in sight and I had to say at first it had frightened me to think that my new companion had these feelings for me but as the days bled into weeks and then months, I began to notice that I actually did not mind these feelings at all and I was in-fact beginning to feel them back.

Let me begin with telling you of how I first felt when I met Le Fou, as you may well know it was my first day in the small village of Villeneuve after five years spent in the war and my first thought had been that this place was very strange, very quiet compared to the loud bangs and explosions every night and day during the war and so I had found myself unsure of myself and unsure of where I should be going.

But then I had been invited by the mayor of Villeneuve to have my pick of any house which I would like to stay at for my choosing and so I had chose Le Fou's not realising at first how non-fool like he really was.

The first few weeks of my stay at this new house were very different, I still sprang up suddenly at the sound of large noises and one time when Le Fou came into my room to give me a glass of water I had accidentally nearly strangled him thinking he was an enemy solider sneaking up on me.

But then as suddenly as these small movements left me, I found becoming more and more at ease in the village and more at ease with my new companion Le Fou who was always on hand to help me out no matter what the occasion even going as far as to wash all my clothes in a different way from his own just because I had once said that I didn't like the way I had seen others do their washing.

Then one day I found myself staring after Le Fou after we had been having a few drinks together in the tavern, how he spoke and laughed with some of the other bar patrons, joking about this that and the next thing of which I had no idea and how he seemed to get on most with three young men, Tom, Dick and Stanley, all of whom also liked to hang onto my each and every word but this time were listening intently to Le Fou tell his tale of his shirt getting ripped after his fight with the bushes, the three other men laughing with him.

It was then that I think I first noticed the small sort of feelings that I was beginning to have for Le Fou, the sight of how he got so into his story and how he always seemed so sure of himself no matter if people were laughing at or with him but the main thing I was beginning to notice was that when other people touched Le Fou, even just a small pat on the hand or a hug or pat on the back, I was becoming jealous, even now seeing Stanley lay a hand upon Le Fou's shoulder to stop him from falling off his stool as he laughed was making my back straighten, my eyes burn brighter and my hands clench tighter around the tankard.

After that first moment, I tried my hardest to push the thoughts away, thinking no more of it and imaging that I could just push the thoughts away and all would go back to as it was before but the more time I was spending with Le Fou, the harder I was finding it to push the thoughts away and the harder I was pushing down on my body to stop from just leaping up and kissing him, smashing my lips to his and hearing his gasp as our mouths met in our sweetest way ever.

I had of course dreamed of many a time where I would first kiss Le Fou, it had always been a moment where it was just the two of us, both of us tired from the day and sitting together, I would lean in first and he would meet me halfway then there would be sparks and I would continue to kiss him until we ran out of breath and had to pull away,

But then one day when I was feeling extra down on myself and wondering what I could do to stop the feelings, I had met the newest addition to our little town, Belle, a girl so beautiful that everywhere she went she had heads turning to meet her and everyone would always stop her to ask her questions if only to listen to her sweet voice.

And that was when it hit me, if I couldn't have Le Fou, I could of course entertain myself with Belle, she might not the sort of girl I would usually go for but this would keep my thoughts away from Le Fou for a while and allow me to maybe understand what I was feeling.

So the next morning, I had awoken earlier than usual, dressed without breakfast and headed out in the little town, seeing Belle reading again by the fountain and I approached her, taping her on the shoulder and engaged her in conversation about how we would make the greatest of man and wife and how she would not meet a better man than me.

But she had turned me down.. Me Gaston?

I had went back for the next few weeks, trying my hardest to get on her good side and each time she turned me down, giving me each and every good excuse in the book before finally stating that we would never be married and that I should leave her alone but I never gave up, making sure to use Le Fou to help me out with new ways to impress Belle whilst at the same time my feelings continued to grow for Le Fou as each ad everyday passed, my head closer and closer to bursting until I finally noticed something strange.

Le Fou was beginning to ask me to do some things around the small house to help out, it had started with washing the dishes and feeding the chickens before it had lead to more and more things, my mind beginning to think that maybe he was showing his affections for me and I was proved right the next few weeks as he continued to ask me for help even with darts, something that Le Fou was not the greatest at anyway and then asking me about a girl that I knew did not even actually exist and leaving me to take a few deep breaths as I told him that I had known from the very beginning how he felt and that I knew the girl did not exist.

Le Fou had stared at me, eyes wide and uncertain, almost like he were scared of my answer to all of this and whilst I knew I loved him, I too was uncertain about how I should procced, accepting everything as was was one thing for sure, a factor I would be most pleased with but at the same time, the villagers knew little of the man whom lived in the house with Gaston and throwing him out into the small spotlight like that was unfair to say the least but was it fair to both of us.

"Le Fou I need to tell you something, I know I had said I would explain myself and I hope that by telling you of my affections for you that I have made things a little easier on you, however I need you to understand something very carefully now when I tell you, I want to be with you Le Fou, I want to be there for you through everything but it's not fair to throw this on you like that. Do you understand?"