Adam & Belle ✔️

3|Gaston

3|Gaston

The next morning, Belle went on her way to the house of the man her father got the rose from. She had another chat with her father about if she really should go or not, but eventually he let her go. He told her where to go and she went on her way.

The girl strolled over the sidewalk with her mask on her face. She took in every bit of nature she saw. If that was a small flower or a tree, she didn't mind. It was all as beautiful to her.

"Belle!" A voice called behind her. "Is that you, Belle?"

The brunette turned around, just to quickly turn back. She saw the one person she was starting to hate run up to her from behind, Gaston.

"Belle, wait up!" Gaston yelled and he halted his pace once he reached the girl. "Didn't you hear me?" He asked.

"Oh no, I did." Belle told him. "I just don't care."

"Oh." Gaston breathed. "Okay."

"What do you want, Gaston?" Belle asked him, annoyed of his presence.

"Well," the raven-haired guy began, "what are you doing this Saturday?"

"I have to help a friend." Belle lied. Well, she didn't actually lie. She was going to help someone; it just wasn't a friend. It was a stranger her father made a promise to, but nonetheless, she had no time the day after today. She didn't know how long the person needed her help.

"Oh," Gaston looked around. "I guess I'll see you later then."

"Bye, Gaston." Belle picked up her pace and turned on the block. She was now in the street she needed to be and searched for the right number. The rosebushes that stood in front of the house were hard to miss so, Belle had found it with ease.

The girl searched for a doorbell, but she found none. "Knocking it is." Belle muttered beneath her breath and raised her hand.

She was ready to knock, when the door opened and a blond male with a thick beard stood before her. Belle quickly took a few steps back. She didn't want to get infected the moment she met the man.

"Who are you?" The male asked with a deep hoarse voice.

"My father send me." Belle told the man. "He said you needed medical care."

"That's true." The blond man said. "But your father made that deal with me, not you."

He was about to close the door again when Belle started speaking, "You're sick, right? I can help."

"I don't need your help." The man scoffed. "I need rest." He started coughing and Belle took a few more steps back.

"Yeah, you do." She said and waved for him to go inside. "Let me help you and you'll be better in no time."

The blond male thought about it for a second, but stepped back into his house to let Belle in.

"But don't come in my room." He said in a stern voice.

"But how am I supposed to help you if you won't let me in your room?" Belle asked him confused.

"Leave the food on my doorstep." He told her before retreating to his room.

"I'm not your maid!" The girl yelled after him, but he closed the door pretty hard as an answer.

Belle took a deep breath and looked around. The house was pretty big in compare to hers. By the looks of it, it looked like the man lives alone. There was no noise in the building, but the birds outside could be heard due to an open window.

Belle walked around the living room and traced her finger along a cabinet. The dust on her finger made her make a face of disgust. He knows he needs help, but won't make his house clean. She thought.

The girl walked into the kitchen and took off her mask. She found a cup in one of the cabinets and poured herself some water from the sink. She glanced around the area and spotted where the man kept his kitchen tools.

"Better start making lunch then." Belle mumbled after she placed her empty cup in the sink. She walked through the kitchen in search for anything to make for the sour man.