Chapter VII: The Disney Discussion and an Unexpected Intruder

"No way, it's like a beautiful love story between Belle and… that Prince guy!" Harvey rebutted as he lifted a rather heavy box, contents unimportant, and set it heavily on his bed, "He was a jerk so he got turned into the Beast and then Belle came along and made him not such a jerk so he could turn back into…um…"

"See, the fact that ya'll can't even 'member his name jus' proves mah point!" Kimberly said excitedly from the other side of Harvey's room, folding up her roommate's clothes and stuffing them into his dresser, "He was supposed t' be the Beast because Belle liked 'im that way! I mean, think about it, she didn't like anyone in her hometown except her Pa—but she gets along great with jawing furnityhaw an' giant hauhry douchebags with anger managemehyant issues. She done gawt schizotypal written all over her!"

"Schizo…?"

"Nevermahnd." Kimberly said with a smile.

It had been like this for the last hour or so, not that either of the new acquaintances were complaining. So far, Harvey liked Kimberly. She may have sounded like she was just an average Texan hick, but damn was she smart, outgoing, and they had a lot in common! Except, maybe, the outgoing part. And the smart part. Well, smart in different ways at least. Harvey was more bookish, but Kimberly ("I had a douchebag boyfriend that called me Kimmie once, never call me Kimmie!") seemed to be very well versed in a wide variety of topics. TV Tropes only one of them but by far the most entertaining. She was also versed in quantum mechanics and a bunch of other scientific stuff to the point where he figured she could build a real proton pack from GHOSTBUSTERS!

"So you're saying that you would have picked that jerky guy—"

"Gaston."

"—Right, instead of the Beast?"

Kimberly shook her head, "No that ain't what I'm saying, I'm jus' sayin' that it's really weird for a guy ta spend the entire first half of the movie roarin' at his lady an' take a 180 an' become all gentle an' neutered—hey, where do ya'll want this?"

Harvey turned to face his new friend, who held a baby blue sweater across her generous swimsuit area, "Oh just shove that in a drawer somewhere, I don't really like it."

"Can I keep it?"

Harvey looked at his roomie skeptically, doubting anything that fit his muscular physique would succeed in containing Kimberly's big, doughy bulk. But, Harvey had chosen to be courteous and smiled graciously and said "Sure thing, I've only worn it like once anyway."

"Oh awesome, I've done been lookin' fer somethin' real tight!" Kimberly said with a bite on her bottom lip, "Draws more attention t' my…well, it don't need any more attention now does it?" she gestured towards her incredibly plump (and admittedly soft-looking) corpulent body for reference. To which Harvey could only reply with a tossed article of clothing to her face.

"Hey!" Kimberly said before busting out into laughter.

"Anyway—" Harvey said politely while steering the conversation away from the slightest hint of that childish display he showcased when he threw an article of clothing overtop Kimberly's face, "So what's your problem with Disney movies?"

"Ain't got no problem." Kimberly said as she removed yet another cute article of clothing from her face, "I jus' 'ave way too much time on mah meathooks an' a lot of psychology notes. Did ya'll know Ariel was a hoarder?"

"What?" Harvey said in disbelief, "I thought that was pretty recent…"

"Naw," Kimberly said matter of factly, "'member her cave full of human junk? How she done hid it because she was ashamed of it? Didn't even know what half of it was, jus' swam up and took it? Gal done had her some major issues."

"I'm starting to think a lot of redheads do." Harvey joked as Kimberly volleyed a sweater his way.

"Hey, mah Ma's a redhead."

Before Harvey could come up with a good comeback, or grab another sweater to throw, a loud knock came at the door. Harvey, reverting to his previous sniveling state, froze like a deer in headlights. Visitors? He wasn't prepared for visitors just yet! His room was such a wreck still! There were clothes all over the place!

"Relax, Harvey." Kimberly rolled her eyes at her skittish roommate, "People knock on doors. That's what they're there for."

Kimberly unloaded her arm of the purple fabric that was to be her ammunition and headed out into the common area, her big, fat butt bobbing up and down rhythmically in the process of her trek. Harvey peeked his head out, leaving him just able to see the doorway as Kimberly reached it.

The portly blonde twisted the knob to reveal a very familiar raven-haired oriental who caught Harvey's eye quicker than said eye could blink.