Cherry and Atticus's Magical World

chapter 9

Cherry yawned as she felt kind of sleepy right about now.

"Dear, why don't you go take a nap?" Mrs. Potts suggested. "You look very slow this afternoon."

"I think I will..." Cherry agreed groggily.

"Then off to bed with you." Mrs. Potts said.

Cherry yawned with a small nod and went to her room to get some sleep.

"Cherry, have you seen Belle, Hilda, or Lumiere?" Mo asked.

"I think they're in the study." Cherry said before yawning again.

"Thanks, and you should get some rest." Mo said.

"On my way..." Cherry replied.

The two went their separate ways. Cherry shut the drapes over the window to block out the daylight and crawled into her bed and wrapped herself under her covers to get some sleep. And where this time, she would get plenty of sleep.

"You've come a long way, Adam." Drell smiled to the beast.

"Thank you, Drell." The Beast smiled with a grunt as he continued his training exercise.

"So, tell me, this Belle girl..." Drell folded his arms. "Do ya like her?~"

"Well, yes, but she can drive me crazy sometimes." The Beast answered with a grunt.

"Such as women do..." Drell fluttered his lips.

The Beast was now doing push-ups as he added Atticus on his back for extra weight.

"You sure you wanna do that, sir?" Atticus asked the Beast.

"Yes, I'm sure." The Beast nodded firmly.

"Okay, as long as you're sure." Atticus smiled in support. He then stood on top of the Beast's back.

The Beast grunted at first, but didn't let that stop him. Atticus folded his arms while standing to make it look like he was a tough trainer. Drell smiled proudly to Atticus. The Beast continued to do his push-ups no matter how heavy Atticus seemed to be. Drell counted as he watched them at work. And where it seemed to be going rather well.

"You still hang around Skippy, Drell?" the Beast asked.

"Yeah, yeah, little guy follows me around like a lost puppy." Drell chuckled.

"It's true." Atticus said.

Drell sighed. 'Aw, Skippy..."

"Is he spending time in Manhattan?" Atticus asked.

"When isn't he?" Drell hid a chuckle. "I swear, besides Angela, those gargoyles think he's weird... Then again, he does eat washcloths..."

"Could that be because you don't feed him enough and he'd eat anything?" Atticus asked.

"I feed him!" Drell defended. "Besides, he cooks all our meals back home."

"True, true." Atticus nodded as the Beast seemed to now be able to go a little bit faster.

"Great, Adam!" Drell smiled in admiration.

"You are doing very well." Atticus smiled at the Beast.

"All in a day's work." The Beast smiled back.

"Just be sure you take it easy on Belle," Drell warned. "Women like a strong man, but not too overboard..." he then mumbled. "Like Gaston..."

"Who?" The Beast asked.

"Oh, just some guy that thinks that having muscles is everything." Atticus said.

"Mm-hmm..." Drell nodded with an eye roll. "Hopefully you'll never get to meet him."