A Little Too Much Information
Belle was really irritated; she had a long talk to her mom about how irritated she was with Gaston. Her mom reminded her about how important it was to communicate with him.
So Belle called him over with a vague and ominous "We need to talk."
As per usual, Gaston wanted to talk about it right then on the phone, but Belle refused. It was definitely an 'in person' conversation.
So he rushed over there to her apartment.
Belle would be lying if she wasn't a little bit happy by how panicked Gaston looked when she opened the door. It showed that he cared about their relationship. That and the fact that he brought her a box of chocolate helped too.
"I'm mad at you." She said when she opened her door, arms crossed.
"I missed you." He replied with a smirk.
"You and you're friend made me late for class." She insisted.
He nodded. "I'm sorry." He took a step forward towards her. It was always so hard to stay mad at him…Especially since he'd started kissing her, she could hear the box of chocolate clatter to the floor, feeling his arms on her, her face, her back, her hips.
"You didn't even ask if she could tag along. It was pretty rude of you." She added between kissing him, she'd had a speech prepared for him, but it was getting harder to remember.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled into her neck.
What was she mad about again anyway? At this moment, Belle wasn't sure at all.
"Bedroom?" He sighed against her neck, trailing lower to her collar. It felt like heaven.
"This way." She said pointing loosely towards her room, in all honesty, she didn't really care enough to be more precise. He picked her up just like that. She loved it when he did that. She loved it more when he placed her on her bed.
"I missed you." He repeated.
"I missed you too." She responded this time.
Needless to say, they reminded each other exactly how much they missed each other, several times. It was great. Belle knew it was a good idea to have him come over.
Belle must have dozed off at some point, because she woke up to Gaston sliding out of her bed in his boxers. She smirked, closing her eyes again, snuggling into the covers some more.
Gaston was probably getting some water or a snack; she hoped he'd bring back the box of chocolates they'd forgotten.
That's when she heard it, a shout and crash.
Belle bolted up from the bed, tugging on Gaston's shirt and following him out of the room.
"Gaston?!" She exclaimed suddenly. He was standing opposite Killian, and both of them were looking at each other rather angrily.
"Bloody hell!" That was very much Killian. "What'd you hit me for?" He demanded
"For breaking into my girlfriend's place!" replied Gaston. "I'm calling the cops!"
Oh no. Belle thought in horror. She'd been so wrapped up in Gaston that she forgot to tell her boyfriend about Killian's presence here. He was not going to like it under the best of circumstances.
"With what phone?" Killian snapped back. "Why the hell are you practically naked?"
"Bloody hell! I live here too!" He snapped, clutching his jaw and jangling his keys in his hand in taunting.
These were not the best circumstances. Belle thought. She couldn't imagine a worse circumstance.
"Killian! I thought you'd be back later?" Belle asked, getting in between the two feuding guys.
"Killian? You know this guy?" Gaston exclaimed.
"It is later!" He snapped. "I was getting some water after my shift and getting to bed." He said pointing at Gaston "Then this wacko hit me and made me drop my favorite glass!" Killian said glaring at Gaston and jesturing to the dropped glass and spilt water on the floor.
"Belle?" Gaston repeated. "Belle, does this Irish prick live here with you?!" He gasped.
"Oh so this is the Gassy fellow!" Killian said, sarcasm heavy.
"Gassy?" Gaston exclaimed in outrage. "Belle, tell me this isn't true that my girlfriend isn't living with another guy."
She pointed a glare at Killian. "Would you please not make it any harder for me?" She asked in a strained voice. He let out a sigh, rubbing his head slightly.
"I've worked an 8 hour shift dealing with the worst society has to offer: College students." He explained. "I apologize if I was making things difficult for you two." Belle nodded.
"You still haven't answered my question." Gaston said sharply. "You are not living with this baffoon are you? He's just someone's boyfriend."
Belle crossed her arms. "He's single as far as I know." She responded. "And yes, I'm living with him, it was due to unavoidable circumstance."
"Belle?" Killian asked quietly.
"And you didn't think to mention this before?" Gaston demanded.
"I meant to tell you but-" She started, feeling guilty for lying to him, even though she'd never meant to lie, she'd just forgotten. It wasn't like he'd asked about her new roommate anyway. "It was a bit of a mix up, but neither of us can do anything about it."
Gaston rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he's trying so hard to get out of rooming with you." He said sarcastically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Belle snapped back.
"Belle?" Killian said again, this time louder.
Gaston looked pissed, like he was about to hit someone, most likely Killian. "Gaston calm down." She tried. "It's not his fault either, we just lucked out."
"Lucked out?" He demanded. "How is this lucking out?"
Belle bit her lip at her word choice. "Killian's cool, it's ok, let's just go back to bed." She insisted. "Did you forget that you're in just your boxers?" She said in a low voice.
"Belle?" He said even louder.
Gaston turned to glare at Killian in anger. "Will you mind your own business?" He snapped.
"You're in my kitchen." Killian reminded him. "And I just thought the lass should know her button fell open." He said gesturing to Belle and her now open top.
Belle shrieked, pulling the shirt closed as much as she could, her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. She could see Killian's were too as he avoided eye contact.
"Sorry lass, bad form not to tell you. Have a nice night." He said quickly escaping into his room.
"The nerve of that guy." Gaston muttered. "I think we have some things to talk about." He said in warning. She could tell this was Gaston's angry voice.
"I couldn't agree more." She said, bolting for her room to put on some more clothes. She was thinking a turtleneck. Yes, a turtleneck would suit her nicely right now.
Ok, finally rewrote this chapter! It took awhile, not as happy with it as I was with the original, but eh.
Thank you for your reviews. I hope this one is well received, it was one of my original ideas for this fic before it sort of exploded a bit.
I love the speculation and the love Marian is getting. She and Robin are going to be pretty active.
I've also gotten some theories about Cesar Salad Girl, you'll find out in later chapters who she is. But I will say who she's not: she isn't Emma. When I introduce Emma, there won't be a doubt in anyone's mind about her. I have a very specific plan for our girl. Right now I'm still world building and relationship exploring between Belle and Killian.
Don't forget to review!
~Luna
