Gaston tries to tell Le Fou about what his parents want him to do and why. Le Fou isn't as understanding as Gaston thinks.


Chapter 12 - I Can't Be Your Perfect Paper Doll

Gaston's P.O.V.

It had been two hours, two long, excruciating hours since my parents had finally left the house I was sharing with Le Fou and been on their way, saying they would return in a few days to see me in the company of my beloved and explaining that they thought I should move out of the "low-life" haystack I currently lived in.

Not that I was going to do a thing like it, I was fully and exceptionally happy here in this house even with it's chickens and roosters that called out at all times of the day but there was something that this house did have that my parents could never understand.

Le Fou.

Without him around, I'm pretty sure my whole stay in this village would have been as horrible as Stanley dressing in drab and trying to look like a very strange bimbette, as if three of them weren't bad enough, so I was very glad to have Le Fou but not only that, I was in love with him.

The other thing that my parents had never and would never understand is the fact that I actually like men a lot like woman, well kind of, okay maybe I liked men just that little bit more and the one man who was currently standing in the kitchen of our home, chopping berries and steak for our dinner was the man that I liked the most but my parents just didn't see it, they couldn't understand how a man could lay with another man and not burst into flames.

Well trust me Mama and Papa, I have done it like five times, all with Le Fou and I've yet to burst into flames or be called an abomination but then again, no-one actually knew about me and Le Fou apart from yep you guessed it, or you've just been paying really good attention, is me and Le Fou so I guess we didn't really have any other experiences to go on.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Le Fou's adorable voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned my head up to look at him, a stray smile crossing my lips.

"Oh nothing, just how amazing a cook you are and how I can't wait to simply ravish you tonight."

I smirked as Le Fou begun to blush bright red, he always seemed to be the same, anytime I complimented him or spoke of our sexual encounters together, he would blush and start giggling like a little school girl and change the subject onto something else.

"Gaston... Shhhh.. Someone might hear you" Le Fou giggled and I smiled again, mission accomplished, we could move on.

"But come on, be serious Gast, I know when you're being weird and abrasive, or at least more so than usual and this is definitely one of these times." Or then again, maybe we couldn't.

I sighed and patted the spot next to me at the kitchen table where I sat, reaching out for Le Fou who gave me a very strange look and quickly put his chopping knife down, hurrying over to grab my hands too, plopping down into the seat next to mine.

"Gaston, honey what's going on?"

I grabbed onto Le Fou's hands tighter, kissing each one with grace and letting my lips rest there for a few seconds.

"Le Fou, my parents wish for me to be married" I looked up into his brilliant brown eyes noticing how they seemed to hold still for a few seconds, shaking a couple of times between each of mine before finally just looking me straight on, his eyes a little brighter than normal.

"They don't react kindly to us Gaston do they?"

I couldn't stand the look on his face, it was like someone had just kicked Le Fou's puppy, not that he had any but it was causing me such pain and anguish as I stared back at him, I couldn't tell the truth but I also couldn't lie to him either.

I...

"Of course they do Le Fou, in-fact they wish us to be married as soon as possible."

"Really?" LeFou's face lit up again, a smile appearing upon his sweet little jawline once more and his eyes widening with happiness this time around.

Oh god, what had I done?