Do you want to be next?

Chapter 3

Belle and I talk more about Gaston and the fond memories I remember from him. We talk about how he would act around other people.

"Lefou?" Belle asked, she grabbed my hand holding it with both hands.

"Yes?" I say slightly confused.

"Lefou, I just want to ask you one, just one more thing. You do not have to answer if you don't want to!"

I nod my head awaiting what she could ask.

"Lefou," she starts. "What do you miss about Gaston? Again you don't have to answer!"

"No, no! It's completely fine. I actually wanted to talk about this, but I didn't know how to bring it up." I give a small smile, and she returns one to me. "Say anything you want." She says.

"Well, where do I begin?" She moves slightly out of the way allowing me to pass as I stand up and pace while ranting about how great Gaston was.

"He was charming, he was skillful, he was funny, he was... Absolutely amazing." I stop pacing and stare at a far away candlestick, daydreaming and remembering about Gaston.

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' I was thirteen at the time, and I was just walking, walking to the market. Until I heard quiet sobs coming from the bushes in the field. Mustering all the courage I could I walked towards the bushes with a stick ready to strike if something attacked. I looked over the bushes to see a boy, he looked about my age, tan skin, Raven hair, and endless tears streaming down his face. I set down the stick and stood above the boy.

"Are, are you okay?" I asked tentatively.

Startled by my voice he sat up quickly, his brown eyes opened wide, to the size of the moon itself. His breathing became heavy and rapid. I knelt and held out my hand, "Hello, I'm Lefou. I was just passing by, then I heard you crying so I just wanted to know if you were okay. Are you?"

He looked down at my hand then into my eyes, he slowly reached out his hand, swallowing hard.

"Hello, Lefou... I'm, I'm Gaston." His voice was quite deep for someone my age at the time.

I sat down on the grass next to him, he sniffs and wipes his eyes free of any tears.

"Why are you crying, Gaston?" I ask both with concern and curiosity. He looks to the grass, playing with a blade of grass in the process.

"Everyone's afraid of me. And I'm not sure why."He says, still fiddling with the grass.

"When do they start to become afraid?" I ask trying to find a way to make him happy. He takes little time to figure it out.

"It's whenever I read. I'm not sure why but, they don't like it when people read." He says picking a little blue flower, and twirling it in his hands. "You're scared of me aren't you?"

"What? No, Gaston, I like to read too. I actually think it's really neat that you read."

He drops the flyer and looks me in the eyes, "Really?!" I nod. He wraps his arms around me, I am startled at first but then I hug him back.

"Gaston if it makes you feel any better, people doing really like me because I'm fat," I say near his ear. He pulls away, slightly angry.

"Lefou! No! Who are they? I'll hurt them back! Before you aren't fat you're very handsome!" I blush slightly at his words, no one has ever defended me like that, they normally push me away.

"Seriously, who are they?" He looks at me with full seriousness.

"Kids that used to be my friends, the schoolmaster... My father." He pulls me in for another hug, this one is more gentle and calm.

"How could a father do that to their son, especially one as great as you." He whispered.

"It's because he doesn't like how much I appreciate my mother. She is a brilliant, kind, caring, beautiful woman. The greatest person I have ever met. He hurts me for respecting a woman."

He pulled back once more, giving a soft smile.

"Lefou, you're the best." '

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise coming from the ballroom, it sounded a lot like a large beast-like animal.

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