~Bubbles~

She stood in the kitchen, her back straight and her face neutral as Princess clicked around the apartment, judging every last part.

"This won't do! This whole condo is disgusting! Who designed it, a monkey?"

Boomer likes her? Belle thought, incredulous. She looked over to him; he was standing by the window, a glass of scotch in his hand, swirling dangerously. He looked good, but he looked so out of character in a tuxedo—so did Brick and Butch for that matter.

He turned around and took a sip, his eyes emotionless. Princess Morbucks walked up to him and patted his cheek playfully.

"I'll live I suppose. Especially since I'm going to be marrying such a cutie!" She ruffled his already shaggy hair, turning around and walking towards Belle in the kitchen. Belle tried not to smirk as Boomer angrily shook his hair back to normal.

"Oh my gawd," her red curly hair bounced as she ran her finger across the kitchen counter, bringing it up to her face and rubbing the 'dirt' between her forefinger and thumb, "you people call this clean? Ew,"

"It's nice to meet you Princess, I'm Belle," Princess froze, and extended her hands at her sides, her hands open as she froze.

"Is the help talking to me? Boys!" she screamed, and immediately the boys jumped to attention, "Doesn't she know better than to talk to me? I'm Princess,"

They didn't say anything, and Belle felt suddenly embarrassed. Boomer looked less than amused, and Brick and Butch offered her sympathetic glances.

"Look," Princess continued, "I don't see why I had to come here," something about her voice was so irritating, "why couldn't we have done this in an office? Where we won't be bombarded by lesser intelligence,"

She's just insecure, Belle, don't get mad. Belle thought, her hands twitching slightly.

"You wanted to see the place," Boomer responded, bored, as the boys sat back down on the couch.

"Oh, right," she grumbled, "Well it's disgusting, and you can expect that you'll be buying us a new place to live after the wedding," she waved her hand, lifting her head up, revolted.

She walked towards him and placed her hands on his chest, rising up in her peep-toe stilettos to kiss him on the lips. He let her do it, though the face he made was dejected, keeping his eyes open.

"Bye Boomie!" she said, turning on her heels and walking out, slamming the door behind her.

Belle sighed and walked passed him, moving to set up the magazines Princess had thrown around in her rampage. All of a sudden, she heard Boomer scream—it was more of a growl—and pick up the couch with his brothers on it, throwing it out of the windows, the shards flying. Belle instinctively lifted her hands to cover her face, and instead got a few shards stuck in her arm.

"Damn it, Boomer!" his brothers called, their voices trailing as the couch fell down. Belle took a deep sigh.

Boomer

This is it. He thought. This is when she starts screaming, and runs out. He braced himself—he had freaked out in front of her before, but never this badly. It wasn't as though he did it on purpose—Princess Morbucks literally drove him mad. He looked at her expectantly.

Instead, she sighed, and carefully picked out the now bloody shards out of her arm, wincing slightly. Her reaction wasn't as loud as he had originally expected. She looked at him, her eyes filled with something—disappointment?—as she walked passed him, to her room.

Probably to pack up her things.

He sat down on the glass filled floor and buried his face in his hands, frustrated with himself. He heard the sound of her walking back and he looked up—her arm was bandaged with small stains of blood scattered over it. He cringed.

"Why do you get angry so easily?" she asked him, sitting down cross-legged.

"Huh?"

Why isn't she gone yet?

"Why are you so easily angered?" she repeated.

"I dunno. I've been like that for a while," he shrugged.

"Whenever I'm upset," she began, scooting closer to him, "I always try to look at it from a realistic point of view—I put myself in an unbiased point of view,"

"Not gonna happen,"

"Okay…how about breathing?"

"What about it?"

"Close your eyes," he reluctantly did so, "take a deep breath," again, he did as she asked. They did this for about five seconds, "and release it, slowly," she added.

They repeated this three times.

"There," she said, opening her eyes, and smiling at him, "don't you feel better?"

"No," he responded grumpily. She raised an eyebrow, "Maybe," the eyebrow turned into two disbelieving eyebrows, "Okay fine," he revealed.

"Why are you marrying Princess if you don't like her?" she blurted, covering her mouth quickly after. He smirked at her curiosity.

"You make it seem like I have a choice,"

"Well don't you?"

"It's not really that simple,"

"Are you saying I'm stupid?"

"No, I'm saying it's complicated,"

"Try me," she said, crossing her arms. Boomer sighed and explained to her the politics and responsibilities of being a villain under control of worse villains. She nodded throughout the whole explanation, as though she understood every last word.

"I'm so sorry Boomer," she said with a sad shake of her head, "I'm always going to be here, if you need me,"

"Thanks," and for some reason, what she said, made him feel immensely relieved, "Sorry about your arm,"

"Oh this? It's nothing," she said, smiling her typical jovial smile. As if on cue, a couch came floating back through the window, being pulled in by two angry looking men.

"Damn it Boome-," they started, but stopped once they saw the serene look on his face.

"Sorry, guys," he said simply, picking the couch up and moving it back into place, "don't worry about it Belle, I'll sweep up," he said, going to get her broom from the washroom. As he walked away, he heard his brothers badger Belle with things like 'what did you do?' 'teach me your ways, master' and Boomer smirked to himself. He wouldn't be immediately better, no, but he was well on his way with Belle right by his side.

Author's Note: It's been brought to my attention that my little author's note at the end pulls you away from the intenseness (is that a word? it is now) of the chapter. Sorry...

I debated whether or not to stop writing these, but I like writing them...so...yeah.

xCocoAngelx- thank youu! And :D