Sorry, haven't updated in forever! But, this is just a filler chapter, so sorry. I'll update for real in a couple day


There was fake snow on the ground and Lydia and Nathaniel were feeding puppet birds, getting ready for the next song. Nathaniel had a mask, gloves and shoes on that made him look like the beast, with fur and paws and claws.

There's something sweet

And almost kind

But he was mean

And he was coarse and unrefined.

But now he's dear

And so unsure,

I wonder why I didn't see it there before.

She got up to "hide" behind Amber - who may or may not have tried to trip her up - and started singing her other part of the song, just a little bit startled at her voice, seeing as it sounded legitimately confused. Like she knew how Belle felt.

New, and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True, that he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see.


Nathaniel was lying on the floor in a pool of fake blood. Lydia found herself more worried than the script demanded.

"Belle. You came back."

"Of course I came back. I couldn't let them...Oh this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner."

"Maybe it's better this way."

"Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see."

"At least I got to see you one... last time."

Lydia holded Nathaniels hand. As soon as she did, she didn't want to let go.

"No, no! Please! Please! Please don't leave me! I love you!" Lie. She didn't. She couldn't. Or could she? Lydia wanted to laugh. What was she talking about? She was acting, for God's sake.

Smoke and light appeared in the stage, covering both teenagers as Nathaniel quickly removed the gloves, shoes and mask, becoming himself again. He looked beautiful. No. Wait. He did not.

"Nervous?" The boy whispered.

"No" Lie.

"Great. Me neither" Lie.

"Alright, let's do this"

The smoke cleared and they went back to acting.

"Belle... It's me!"

"It is you!"

They slowly leaned forward. When the lips met, everything went calm, silent. Lydia felt a billion fireworks in her stomach, and, all of a sudden, she realised. She did not hate that boy. That stupid, perfect, idiot, wonderful goody-two shoes.

They did not want to let go. It only happened because Luke kicked her in the ankles reminding them of the audience watching, causing both to blush. For the rest of the play, they gave each other that look of, Hey, this could work.