ღ La Belle et la Bete ღ

“I wanted to surprise you?” Iris laughed before smiling at her friend. “Great! What do you want to do?”

“Bullshit! That is no excuse!” She laughed along. “Umm, well how about we go to the pool. It’s been a while since we’ve went swimming. Then we can get back home and make you some cupcakes.” She suggested.

 Peter smiled at the girl and her compliment, taking a moment to bow, and trying to notice what he could of her. A book?! Oh, maybe one day she’d tell him a story, he absolutely loved those! As he straightened up, he found that his smile had grown just from something that simple. Oh well, he couldn’t help it, he was still practically seven.

As the other unexpectedly bowed towards her, Belle giggled to herself a bit. The boy gave off such an energetic and positive vibe, especially with that big smile plastered on his face, it was hard not to go along with it. It was a childish energy, but Belle could easily get used to it.

“Yeah.” Stitch took the girl’s hand, pulling himself up off the floor. He hadn’t realized it but his legs had fallen asleep. Getting a steady balance took him a second. He was starting to wondering how long he’d actually sat in that corner. “BBQ! That sounds so good. Oh, I’m Stitch.” They boy decided now was the best time to introduce himself.

“Not to burst your bubble, darling, but if you are the only one hiding, I don’t think it is much of a game.” She noted out loud as she watched him clumsily balance himself out into a proper standing position. Belle smiled anyway. “Sounds good to me! I could go for a good plate of ribs.” She paused. “I’m Belle, nice to meet you.” 

Willow hums slightly. “That’s good for you then. But the offer still stands.” She murmurs, her own fingers lingering on the spines of books, running over them carefully, her blue eyes unable but to flicker back at the other from the nickname she’ so used to called by her friend. Yet instead of seeing him there with that wicked smirk, she’s face to face with the female brunette, causing Willow to realise her mask slipped, placing it back on into a neutral expression, turning around once more. Why the hell was she thinking of him so frequently anyways? Must be the tiredness kicking in. “Not a problem. I’m glad some people are able to enjoy them as much as I do.” She says lightly, picking out her own book as she brushes off the dust, reading a familiar title. 

Belle smirked back at her, attempting to make eye contact once again. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. That is a generous offer and very kind of you.” The short brunette flipped though the yellow tinted pages of the old looking hardcover book, looking at nothing in particular but getting a feel for the book even before reading the first page. Looking in Willow’s direction, she had seen her face appear stone cold once again. Belle had a difficult time completely understanding why the girl tried so hard to remain reserved, but she wouldn’t dare bother to ask her anytime soon. There wasn’t enough comfortableness between the two of them, not yet. “Well, I should probably leave you alone. You look like you need a nap.” She turned her way pointing out Willow’s tired appearance.