Author's Note: Yes, this is a long one, which means that this is the final upload of my creativeity high-still on it, but it's now almost one thirty in the morning and I am le tired. So I hope you enjoy! Read and review, your reviews help me continue writing :D!
~Bubbles~
Friday came, and the build up to the evening was as hectic as ever, the fact that Belle hadn't slept in nearly a week wasn't helping the situation. It was four PM when she ran into him.
"Ah, Belle," He said, smiling too widely, "Follow me please,"
"I really should get back to-,"
"I said follow me," Mr. Furn repeated sternly. She followed him down the hallway, knowing he was leading her to the guestroom only higher authorities were allowed to have—otherwise you were suspected to be hiding a certain trio of superheroes.
"What is it you wanted, sir?"
"Do you want to get fired Belle?"
"Of course not, sir!"
"I didn't think you did," he said, shaking his head slightly, "then I'm sorry it has to come to this,"
"What? What do you mean, sir?"
"Have you seen how sloppy you've been lately?" Belle was taken aback—her hair had remained in place, her uniform was perfectly pressed.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, sir,"
"No, you wouldn't, you're far too simple,"
"I think you underestimate my intelligence, sir. I am smarter than I look," she said, clenching her fists and looking him straight in the eyes.
"If you're smart, then you'll take off your clothes," he said, eyeing her.
"What?" She hissed.
"I thought you didn't want to get fired, Belle," he advanced towards her as she backed into the wall.
"I don't," she said, squirming, turning her head just in time so that he kissed the wall instead of her face.
"Then why are you disobeying orders?" He said, angrily grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Because they are unreasonable," she said, gritting her teeth as she stomped on his foot, causing him to let her go and shout profanities at her. She ran out and quickly shut the door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief, before rushing back to the kitchen, as Mrs. Furd had told her to remain from five PM until the guests leave. Her worst enemies would be gathering and she would have to serve them. To say she was worried was an understatement.
They poured in, the first being Mojo Jojo, who didn't even so much as glance twice. 3 other people in suits she hadn't seen before sat down next, and finally the boys walked in. They all had relatively the same body shape—Butch slightly more muscular than his brothers. All three were the same height, and though it was obvious they were muscular, they were not a stocky build. Brick and Butch walked by without a second glance, allowing her to slightly let her posture relax that is until Boomer walked in. He walked right past her, his full head turned towards her, his eyes wide as though he had just seen a ghost. She smiled and he shook his head, not returning the smile and walking to his seat. She helped the cook set the table and returned to her position in the corner, moving only when glasses were running low in drinks, and when asked for more food.
She was not to make eye-contact with anyone, not that it was hard. The looks Mr. Furd was sending her could send anyone to their grave. He was so angry with her, and he kept calling Belle over for refills. She tried her best to tune out the conversation, and focus simply on being the epitome of perfection. The dinner began to wind down around nine PM, and Mr. Furd had called for another wine refill—his eleventh one.
"Don't you think that's quite enough?" Mrs. Furd asked.
"No," he responded, as Belle made her way over with the wine bottle.
"You have had quite a lot this night tonight, if you are not careful you might get the alcohol poisoning and then it will be you who has been poisoned by alcohol because you have had quite a lot!" Mojo said, laughing loudly, meaning that everyone else had to laugh too. She started to pour the wine when Mr. Furd tugged on her arm sleeve under the table, hidden from the eyes of others, causing Belle to drop the wine bottle and spill wine everywhere.
"Idiot girl!" He yelled, slapping her, "You're fired! Pack your things and leave immedieatly!"
Belle stood in shock—this was his revenge for her rejection. He knew he couldn't just fire her without reason. She nodded and ran upstairs, packing everything into the same brown box her toys resided in. There wasn't much to pack—she didn't own much. She put her photo in her laptop, placing the laptop in between clothes, and putting the books on top before closing the flaps. It took her less than twenty minutes to pack up what has been her life for seven years. She came downstairs and walked past the kitchen—in jeans and a black sweater—her coat no longer useable, the whole party was staring at her, Mr and Mrs Furd with fury. Her life had changed in what felt like seconds—and as she walked outside into the cold November weather, she let the tears fall openly as she walked around aimlessly, heading into Townsville but deciding to go the long way, not wanting to risk the alley.
Things couldn't get any worse right now. She thought. As if on cue, the rain began to pour. I wish I was with my sisters.
"Hey!" A voice called, and she turned around solemnly to see a figure in the rain she didn't recognize, but it was someone she knew because the figure started running towards her, "I was at the dinner!" he shouted over the rain. She didn't respond; she just stared at him, her face blank with sadness. She knew who he was, but she felt so lost she didn't care who it was, "That was uncalled for!" he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and shaking his hair out of his face.
"My fault," she said, just loud enough to hear only slightly over the rain.
"Don't be ridiculous!" He said, brushing away a tear that just slid from her eye. How he could tell the difference between rain and tear was beyond Belle.
Belle responded with a shrug, not having the energy to hate the person in front of her.
"You're that girl!" he said, and for a second Belle thought he had recognized her in the pouring rain, "The one from the alley!" he shouted.
He's the one who saved me. Ironic that he's also the one who killed me…
"Well, if that's all you're going to say I should be going! I'm kind of homeless and all!"
"We need a maid! I'm here to offer you a job!"
Her brain screamed no, but her freezing body begged yes.
"When can I start?"
"How about now?" he asked, and she shrugged a yes, "Are you afraid of heights?"
"No why—," Belle began to scream as he picked her up and brought her past the rain clouds. The feeling of flying again thrilled Belle. The wind in her hair, the glowing thunderclouds below, the cold chill as the rushed through.
"Bet you are now," he whispered.
"You'd be surprised," she responded. He picked up speed and in seconds they were at RRB Corp, and he came to a careful stop in front of the fourth floor from the top.
"Normally I'd just burst through. But you might get cut pretty bad, so I'll just open it," he said, nonchalantly. He opened the window and put her inside, coming in shortly after. Belle nearly fainted at the sight. Discareded pizza boxes, pop cans, clothes, plates, crusted food, a broken wall and the place stunk.
"You guys really do need a maid," she responded cheerfully.
"Yeah…I guess we do…" he said, picking up a can from the ground and drinking from it, causing Belle to cringe.
How, after seven years of doing everything to avoid them, did I become their maid? I have to find Buttercup and Blossom before I get myself killed.
"What are my off days?" She asked.
"Whenever you want," he said, without even thinking about it.
"What?"
"Yeah…they're your off days—you get to pick when you don't want to work. As long as you keep this place clean, you can do whatever you want, and wear whatever…we don't really care," he said with a shrug.
"Where do I stay?"
"That room down the hall, next to the bathroom," he said, pointing to a lone door at the end of a hallway, "The one with the whole in the wall is my room, the one next to it is Brick's and Butch has that room next to the kitchen, across from his is the closet with the towels and the closet with the coats, and that's yours, adjacent to the bathroom,"
Belle hugged her box to her chest, said her thanks and walked towards the room. Opening it, she accepted either a giant mess or a similar room to the one at the Furd residence; she was in for a surprise. Across the door was a large bay window with a sitting nook, a double bed in front of it. To her right a golden maple desk, with shelves above it, and to her left a beanbag in front of a flat screen TV. She did her best not to squeal with joy, as she remembered she was now residing in the home of her sworn enemies. The curtains were golden beige, matching the comforter on the bed. Next to the door on the left stood her very own closet—it wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. She put her clothes carefully away, ignoring how bare it looked.
Just enough space for more colour! She thought happily, as she changed into her pyjamas, forgetting about her recent insomnia and shutting her eyes to go to sleep.
"Wow. Did you guys see the way he treated that poor girl?"
"We know, Boomer, what an ass. That's the fifth time you've said it," Brick said, irritated.
"I wonder if she even has anywhere to go…everything she owned in that little box? She's probably homeless now!"
"We know, Boomer, the poor thing," Butch said, his voice monotone from repeating it so often.
"Stop the car! I'm getting out. I'm going to go find her. We need a maid anyways!" He said triumphantly as the car came to a jolt and with a blue flash he was gone.
"He does this all the time. He finds some weird person to be our maid and then he scares the crap out of her," Brick said, irritated.
"Whatever, his freak-out is always hilarious,"
"What about that time that one girl folded his socks wrong so he burned all of ours? He ruined my lucky socks," Brick said sadly.
"The one time he ever did any good. Those polka-dotted socks were possibly the most hideous things I've ever seen,"
…
He was flying all over Townsville, looking for her, when he nearly flew past her.
"Hey!" He shouted, waiting until she turned around. Once she did, he ran towards her, his hair wet and sticking to his face "That was uncalled for!" he said, referring to the way she was treated by her former employees, while sticking his hands in his pockets and shaking his hair out of his face.
"My fault," he heard, only so slightly as he watched a tear fall from her eye. Her big blue, sad eyes. Tears were hard to miss.
"Don't be ridiculous!" He said, brushing away a tear that just slid from her eye.
She responded with a shrug, obviously feeling deafeated, and her face looked tired as Boomer suddenly remembered where he'd seen her before.
"You're that girl! The one from the alley!" he shouted. He was wondering if she had heard him, and was about to repeat himself when he noticed her lips moving.
"Well, if that's all you're going to say I should be going! I'm kind of homeless and all!" She said, her voice clear over the rain.
Go ahead Boomer, say why you're here!
"We need a maid! I'm here to offer you a job!"
He waited, the rain gently pricking his skin, for her response.
"When can I start?" He couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face.
"How about now?" he asked, and she shrugged a yes, "Are you afraid of heights?" He asked, wanting to impress her right off the bat.
"No why—," She began to scream as he picked her up and brought her past the rain clouds. The feeling of flying always felt great for Boomer, but it just felt right with her there with him.
"Bet you are now," he whispered.
"You'd be surprised," she responded, to which he was slightly confused. He picked up speed and in seconds they were at RRB Corp, and he came to a careful stop in front of the fourth floor from the top.
"Normally I'd just burst through. But you might get cut pretty bad, so I'll just open it," he stated, opening the window and placing her inside, following shortly after.
"You guys really do need a maid," she responded cheerfully, and suddenly he felt embarrassed.
"Yeah…I guess we do…" he said, picking up a can from the ground and drinking from it, attempting to make the place look cleaner.
"What are my off days?" She asked.
Off days?
"Whenever you want," he said, hardly thinking about it.
"What?"
"Yeah…they're your off days—you get to pick when you don't want to work. As long as you keep this place clean, you can do whatever you want, and wear whatever…we don't really care," he said with a shrug, not looking at her. Too much interest can creep a girl out. Besides, she had no idea what she was like other than she was pretty and a good maid.
"Where do I stay?" She asked, and he nearly smirked at the excitement in her voice.
"That room down the hall, next to the bathroom," he said, pointing to a lone door at the end of a hallway, "The one with the whole in the wall is my room, the one next to it is Brick's and Butch has that room next to the kitchen, across from his is the closet with the towels and the closet with the coats, and that's yours, adjacent to the bathroom," he mentally slapped himself for repeating things like an idiot.
I must be getting that from Mojo.
She bounced down the hall after muttering her gratitude, and once the door shut, Brick and Butch came out of their rooms.
"You actually brought her here?" Butch asked, belching.
"Have you seen what it looks like in here?"
"It's not as if she's the first maid, Boomer," Brick said, to which Boomer smiled sheepishly.
"So what's her name?" Butch asked.
"Crap." Boomer said, causing his brothers to laugh.
"Classic Boomer! Gave her a home and doesn't even know her name!"