Your Beauty, Your Beast

Chapter Two

Your Beauty, Your Beast 

Chapter Two

(Dipper)

I wake up to head my father making us omelets.

"Morning Dipper!" He says cheerfully.

He's acting like it never happened...

I force a smile and eat the food.

"You know, I'm almost done with my other invention! This will make us rich, I promise. This project will help all mankind!" He says proudly.

"Good job Father."

"I'll be heading to the fair tomorrow."

I finally meet my father's gaze.

"You shouldn't. You are in no condition to travel," I say, standing up.

"I'm feeling better, I swear."

I roll my eyes.

"You are not. I can see your blood on that towel over there," I say, gesturing toward the bloody cloth.

"Uh... That's... definitely not my blood."

Someone knocks on the door.

"I'll get it," I say walking to the door.

I open it to find Gideon grinning at me.

"Pinesy! The man I wanted to see!"

Gideon! The man I didn't want to see!

"Bonjour Gideon. Qu'est-ce qui t'amène?" I ask in French.

*(A/N- I used Google Translate so I'm sorry if it is incorrect XD)*

[Translation: Good morning Gideon. What brings you here?]

He stares at me with a perplexed expression.

I sigh.

"'Good morning Gideon. What brings you here,'" I translate.

"Oh... Well, I love it when you speak the language of love to me~"

You can't even understand what I'm saying.

"You know Pinesy, I've been working on my French."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" I say, not believing him.

"Yes!"

"Vous êtes une douleur majeure dans mon cul," I say, trying not to laugh.

 [Translation: You are a major pain in my a$$.]  

"Uh... Je vous remercie...?" He says in a terrible French accent.

[Translation: Thank you...?]

I smirk.

"I can tell your getting better," I say smiling.

"Enough of the French. I wanted to tell you some fantastic news!" Gideon says.

"What is it?" I ask, slightly scared.

"You and me are getting married!"

"WHAT? No! I don't want to marry you! Cela ne peut pas arriver!" I say.

[Translation: This can't be happening!]

"You will marry me. It's already official!"

He lets himself into my house and takes off his boots.

"You won't need to live in this dump once we're married! Think of it... You giving me a nice massage, five handsome adopted lads running about with the dog... It'll be perfect!" He gleams.