I don't care how you spell Belle from Beauty and The Beast, you can spell it Bell or Belle I really don't care. I spelt it Belle so don't give me crap about it because I really don't care. Just realize that I don't own the movie.
This story relates to Danny Phantom as in Sam and Danny and Tucker and the ghosts and stuff so don't give me crap about it.
Bella Feels Broken
"Let's go back, back to the beginning. Back to when the Earth, the Sun, the Stars all aligned."
I sighed. Sam was coming over in a half an hour to pick me up to pick out my dress to wear to the wedding rehearsal, I didn't even know why. The wedding wasn't for while, and on Saturday I was just going to hang out with Connor to get to know him.
The thought scared me. When Connor sees me he's going to know that it's me, and he's going to know that I was lying.
Then an idea hit me.
I ran up to my mom's closet and began searching through her stuff.
"AH-HA!" I yelled when I found what I was looking for.
A black wig and some old contacts that turned your eyes blue.
She used to be in theater…don't ask.
I ran down to my room, and looked into my mirror, putting the wig on my head, and trying to tighten it enough so that it wouldn't move. After I put the wig on, I put the contacts in. It wasn't that hard to do. I had seen my mom do it a thousand times.
I looked at myself.
I looked so different.
I pulled my make-up out. Usually I never wore make-up unless it was mascara or black eyeliner.
I slowly applied the black eyeliner on the top of my bottom eyelids, and the top of my eyelids. Then I blinked and put on my mascara.
I looked so dark.
Finally, I applied dark red lipstick to my lips, and then kissed a paper napkin to get the excess amount off.
With twenty-five more minutes left I decided to get onto my computer.
I logged onto my IM thing to see that Connor was logged on. He sent me a message before I even had time to click on his name and send him one.
CPhantomRocks: Hey, Amanda.
BelleIsAwesome: Hey…
CPhantomRocks: What does your name mean?
BelleIsAwesome: Belle from Beauty and The Beast is my favorite Disney character/princess.
I also liked her name, it was close to mine, but I couldn't tell him that.
CPhantomRocks: Cool, I don't have one.
BelleIsAwesome: Duh, you're a guy. By the way, someone must be a fan of the new superhero flying around town…
CPhantomRocks: Oh, yeah, he's cool. Have you ever met him?
My heart stopped beating for a second.
I had met him one time, but was that was just once. I didn't really know a lot about him.
BelleIsAwesome: Yeah…I talked to him for about a second.
CPhantomRocks: What'd you guys talk about?
BelleIsAwesome: Nothing really…I don't really remember. Angeline kept clinging onto him.
CPhantomRocks: LOL…yeah she has a major crush on him.
BelleIsAwesome: That's not the only guy she has a major crush on…
I could feel his blush all the way from the other end of the IM messages. Angeline had a major crush on him at school.
CPhantomRocks: Yeah, well she's going to have to wait in line…way, way, in the BACK of the line.
I laughed quietly.
BelleIsAwesome: Don't really like her then huh?
CPhantomRocks: Are you kidding me? I would rather dig my own grave, jump in it, cover it up again and go to sleep before I went out with her.
BelleIsAwesome: So, I guess you love your girlfriend too much…
I could feel my heart stopping, what if he did have a girlfriend?
AAAAHHHHH!!! I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!!!
I DON'T LIKE BOYS!!! I DON'T LIKE BOYS!!!
LALALALALALALALALALA!!! SHUT UP MIND!!!
CPhantomRocks: Actually, I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't plan on having one either.
BelleIsAwesome: Well, I don't have a boyfriend and I don't plan on having one either, but why don't you want a girlfriend?
CPhantomRocks: It's complicated…
BelleIsAwesome: I'll understand…
CPhantomRocks: Well…
BelleIsAwesome: Well what?
It took a couple minutes before he replied.
CPhantomRocks: I'm really sorry, I have to go Amanda. See ya.
BelleIsAwesome: Bye
"Amanda huh?" I jumped as the voice behind me asked the question.
I quickly logged off and turned around.
"AAHH!!! Bella…is that you? What did you do?" I saw a startled Sam ask me.
Well, that's what you get for sneaking up on me Ms. Nosy.
"Uh…I was just messing around and putting on costumes." I replied.
"Uh-huh…well, take off that stuff, we're going to meet Danny, and you're going to hangout with Connor tonight." She said as she sat down on my bed and twirled her hair in her finger.
"Tonight!?!" I nearly screamed.
She just nodded and continued twirling her hair.
Something was troubling her.
"So, take off that stupid wig, and those contacts." She commanded as she stopped twirling her hair and looked up at me.
"I…I can't."
"Why not?" She looked mildly interested.
"Uh…Connor already met me…" I said unsure.
"Oh…so how'd you guys' meet?" She asked, seeming a lot more interested now.
"At the Nasty Burger, he went with his friend Josh today." I swallowed hard, "Somehow we ended up sitting at the same table, and he said he was Connor…and asked me who I was…and I dunno I just panicked because I was meeting the guy who I was going to dance with…so…I said that my name was Amanda."
I sighed as Sam's jaw hung wide open.
Then Sam laughed.
"Yeah…you met him. For a second you had me there."
"No, I'm serious I did, and if he sees me…me as in my blonde hair and green eyes…he's going to know that I lied about being Amanda."
She stopped laughing, and must've believed me because of the concern on her face.
"Why'd you dress up so weirdly?"
"Oh, because Connor thinks that Bella has an attitude and is really rude and a Goth and crap…thanks to someone…" I glared at her.
"Oh…sorry, you're not really like that. I just thought that he should be warned. You're not very fond of a lot of people."
"Whatever, let's just go meet Danny." I got up and walked to my door.
"Okay," Sam said as she followed me out.
The car ride was really quiet.
Sam didn't say anything while we were driving there, and I knew that she had been thinking about what had been troubling her.
When she parked in the parking lot, she still had that dazed look on her face.
"Sam what's wrong?" I asked her.
"Bella," She turned to look over at me, "Connor has had some problems at home. Danny's parents…aren't very fond of him…and he's just been having a rough time. I don't want you to be mean to him."
I sighed, "Only if he's not mean to me."
She sighed too, knowing that she wasn't going to get me to promise not to.
She opened her car door, "We're going to eat here at this restaurant and then we're going skating."
I nodded, and slowly got out of my side of the car.
We walked into the building and I saw Connor angrily waiting with Danny.
When we reached them I tried to put on the sincerest smile that I could muster and said to Connor, "Hi Connor, nice to meet you, I'm Bella."
He looked at my hand, and then up at my face.
Reminded me of how I was just today.
Reluctantly he shook it, and then let go quickly. He then stared at the ground.
Dinner was pretty boring. The only people who talked were Sam and Danny.
The really awkward part came when Sam and Danny offered us to all drive together in one car, so they both went to go get it, leaving Connor and me standing beside each other looking like idiots.
"So…dinner was pretty good…did you like your food?" I asked trying to break the ice.
He looked up and glared daggers at me.
I felt hurt. He didn't even know me, and he was treating me like I wasn't even worth talking to.
The feeling must've shown on my face as his expression softened.
He sighed, and looked back at me, "Look, I know that you're just pretending to like me, story of my life," He muttered, "But…I don't pretend to like people…especially people that I'm forced to be with."
It felt like a slap in the face.
He stared back at the ground, and I felt tears forming in my eyes.
This is why I want to be alone all the time.
I sat down on a bench, and he looked mildly concerned as I wiped my eyes.
"I'm not asking for you to pretend to like me. I just thought that someone could actually like me…I wouldn't have to pretend to be the tough girl. I guess I already blew that."
He looked at me confused, "What?"
I felt the tears fall down, as I turned to look away from him, "Nothing, it doesn't matter, it's not important."
I heard him scoff and then say, "Whatever."
That hurt even more.