Present day ~ December 3rd
Gaston was circling around. He was angry, no… furious. He felt as if he was about to explode. Yesterday Belle had insulted him, then Aphro made fun of him… and now this goddamn waitress was treating him like he was some kind of idiot. How could that be? It was unfair. Gaston wished he had put more time into making sure she had been fired.
Well… how long was he supposed to stand here like that? It was freezing cold outside as if the weather had changed along with his mood. Gaston tried hard to hide his grinding teeth. He should have dressed warmer, but then he wouldn’t have been able to show off his perfect chest. The world wouldn’t have forgiven him that.
LeFou finally deigned to run out of the store. There was a look of surprise on his face as if he didn’t understand Gaston’s behavior. Wasn’t his reaction obvious? Anyone would do the same thing he did. “Well, finally… What was taking you so long?” Gaston snapped at him. His friend was arduously a burden. And… the way he behaved in the cafe also made Gaston irritated.
This whole coffee situation. What a horror that was. How could his friend lead to something like that? He made Gaston look like a laughingstock. It was LeFou’s fault. Only his. Gaston made no mistake. The man stared at his friend for a moment longer. He observed his quivering pupils and chubby cheeks that now seemed redder than usual. Probably from the cold. Gaston just snorted and looked away, unable to pay more attention to his companion. He was disgusted with him at the moment. With his short posture, his thick hair, his barely visible freckles, and his full, pinkish lips. However, what he could not stand the most, was his friend’s clumsiness… Ah, really, LeFou could drive him crazy sometimes.
Gaston strode forward, his massive boots sinking into larger and larger drifts of snow. He was silent, letting LeFou understand that he had tarnished Gaston’s ego and deserved the punishment of quietness. The wind beat him in the face. It loosened his ponytail again and again, and more strands of hair fell over his stone-cold face. Gaston was directing them somewhere they had never gone to before. Somewhere even Gaston didn’t think he would ever happen to come to.
Today, however, he felt he had to finally do it. He had to face what he had been running from. He turned into the left alley and sighed deeply. “LeFou.” Gaston mercifully ended the silent treatment. His friend suffered enough. “We shall never go to that café again. The service there is terrible, and besides…,” He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching them into fists. He wasn’t gazing at his friend. “You made me look like a fool.” Maybe it was for the best that he didn’t turn his piercing blue eyes to LeFou. His pupils seemed to darken and became empty… as if anger swallowed the life from them. This joy, that manifested itself through tiny sparks. Gaston was frowning, and all his face stiffened. LeFou really made him furious. And that waitress. Gaston shook his head in disbelief. He was the least deserving of such treatment of all people in the world.
“Maybe now you can finally be of some use…” Gaston muttered contemptuously. He was stabbing the metaphorical knife into his friend’s back even farther. Probably breaking his heart more than usual. As if the earlier comments against him were not sufficient enough. “We’re going to Bella’s bookstore,” he explained, though it seemed clear to him. Where else could they go, if not there?
It was the next step in their relationship. Gaston’s appearing at Belle’s territory.
She showed the initiative to appear in the tavern. She also seemed to want Gaston to show up at her “other home”. By the way, he might as well check if she has changed her mind about their meeting today.
Gaston wasn’t going to give her satisfaction of winning that easily, however. It would absolutely be a surprise to her when he’d walk through the door of her book shop in all his glory. It will amaze her positively. Nevertheless, Gaston was not going to let her succeed just like that. After all, it was because of her that he had to sleep somewhere else. She couldn’t win this battle that easily. So Gaston decided that even though he would visit her bookstore, he would give her a minimum of his attention. He would go through a few comics, flirt secretly with a few female employees. It will surely make her jealous. Maybe even (unless LeFou made it even tougher for him on their way to the shop), he would also honor his friend with a conversation. It will best be about how majestic Gaston will look against the background of the colorful edges of the novels.
“Your task will be to choose the book. We’ve already talked about it. ”After a long silence, Gatson explained what he would need LeFou for. He gave him lots of tasks today, but that was LeFou’s role in this unusual relationship of theirs. From Gaston’s perspective, he had saved LeFou many times… so now, LeFou had a lifelong debt to pay. Gaston unscrupulously gave him the most difficult tasks to complete. “I will distract Belle while you buy her a present. Isn’t that a good plan?"
The road was extremely slippery, and Gaston’s shoes were not adapted to icy surfaces. He could barely keep his balance, and knowing that a single slip could put him on top of his friend, was only helping him with walking evenly. Only now did he look at his companion. Though his eyebrows and lips still expressed distress, there was a faint gleam of sympathy in Gaston’s eyes.
“LeFou, I’ve already mentioned that …” he sighed softly. “But Belle and I had a terrible fight yesterday, sadly.” He needed to talk to someone about it. He felt something heavy was laying on his heart. He couldn’t tell Aphro about that… and LeFou was the well for all his problems. “She didn’t want to …” he grunted. He didn’t know how to put it into words. “She didn’t feel like… I mean… she was cold towards me when I suggested…” he shook his head, feeling it was stupid. Talking about it would only make him look worse in the eyes of his friend. LeFou can’t, after all, find out that Belle was disgusted with her husband. Disgusted… it was such a harsh word… How can anyone resent him? The Gaston? “Ah, nevermind.” He grunted harshly, feeling the rock lying on his heart, crushing it more and more…
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou
YOUR POST WAS SO GOOD! I hope mine was satisfying. Also I imagine LeFou singing the song to Gaston, yes
your post was AMAZING, and though I could not match it in amazing-ness, i did beat it in words 
LeFou would definitely sing your song to Gaston 
But, hey, at least I’ve written 10 sentences!