On Our Own- A Beeress AU

One: "Beginning"

Third Person POV

"This is it," Wiress huffs as she practically drops the final box onto the carpet floor. "The last one. I wish... I wish I was more muscular," she comments, glancing at one of her bony arms. "Then I could carry all the boxes without this exertion."

Beetee meets her eyes, laughing. "Well, come on, then. Let's go sign you up for a gym membership."

Beetee Latier and Wiress Kent are two of the best of friends, twenty-six and twenty years old. They met at Wiress's high school where Beetee was positioned as an intern during college. He had thought he wanted to be a teacher, but eventually his professors recommended that he pursue something else, as his patience with children showed to be poor. The school gave him a refund and everything, and a year later, he applied for computer technology. Yet he and Wiress still kept in touch, and were soon joined to the hip. The age difference mattered less, they discovered, after you graduated school. Six years wasn't as long as they thought they had been.

Beetee eventually got a job designing websites and wallpapers, programs and accessories, things of that sort. Though he loved technology, he was a true artist, ready to experiment with pencils or Photoshop at any given chance. He also has a few inventions patented, small things, but enough to grab a company's eye. Inventing was another hobby he had an affection for.

Wiress was too poor to afford college. Her late parents left behind only five hundred dollars, so Wiress assumed she would get a job at some restaurant or such and save for an apartment.

This was not the case. Beetee, intelligent as always, paid her a visit one day while she was still wallowing in misery over her parents' fate. He told her of his brilliant idea: she could live with him as soon as he acquired enough money to purchase another apartment, as his old one was being condemned for an infestation. He even got her a position at his job. She accepted immediately, grateful for this man who was so precious to her.

And that brings us to now.

"Right, ground rules," orders Beetee. "No staying up past midnight, pets, or going into the other's room without their consent. Got it?"

Wiress giggles and rolls her bright blue eyes. "Yeah, sure. We all know I stay up until two and love animals." Beetee rolls his eyes and Wiress stifles a snort of laughter. "Don't worry, Bee. I will never go into your room without a very good reason."

"Good girl."

A few moments of silence pass between them. Suddenly, Wiress's eyes flicker upwards to glare wistfully around the living room.

"So, this is it," she murmurs softly.

"It sure is," Beetee agrees. This is our new home. We actually did it.

"Hm?" His wide-eyed counterpart snaps him out of his reverie. "What do you mean 'it sure is'?"

"What? Oh, I didn't mean what you thought I meant, never mind," he stutters, face red.

His friend smiles and turns to admire the room once more. Beetee can practically see the gears turning behind her skull, the electricity flowing through her brain and making plans. She's a scatterbrained little thing, but absolutely a genius.

He remembers how Wiress and himself had begun to search for an apartment. Weeks upon weeks finally paid off when they found this area on the seventeenth floor of a sky-high building.

"Huh, this is surprisingly cheap," Wiress had joked. "Ten bucks says we find a dead body in one of the closets."

Beetee can't help but grin adoringly at his roommate, whose eyes had lit up like neon lights. The two had similar skinny, short-statured bodies, but Wiress's are the largest and bluest the inventor has ever seen. Beetee's eyes, however, are a deep brown he absolutely hates, shielded by glasses he compares to a wheelchair for his face.