He looked over as he saw Belle begin to get up. Finn inhaled a breath of air as he prepared himself for the earful, he would get of lecturing from Belle. He rolled his eyes as tried to attempt to buy himself some time as he sent another text to Olive.
To: Olive
From: Finn
I think Belle, might just kill me. If I don't respond. Call the cops.
He rolled his eyes slightly as he shoved his phone on the coffee table along with Belles. There was no point in avoiding it, any longer. Belle would most likely just grasp the small device out of his hands if he waited a moment longer. He shrugged as he watched her stand up a little straighter with her hands on her hips. And that's when she opened her mouth and each word bellowed louder then the next. "I don't care who you are. You don't put Belladona Magrice on the floor without suffering some consequences.I'm the queen in this life." She managed to be screaming yet sound totally composed and quite regal-like he thought even if he'd never admit it to anyone if they asked.
He glanced away for a second only to turn back and see tears sprouting down her cheeks. He squinted harder in a attempt to check if they were real tears. He turned towards her in wonder to check if she was actually crying real tears. Maybe he had pushed her on the ground too hard. "Hey, Belle, you ok-" He began to whisper lividly when she yelped "I thought you loved me Finn. We had our entire life planned. How could you treat me like nothing?"
"I do love you, Belle, You know I do" He said biting back a laugh as he rolled along with her roleplay. It's not as if Belle was never dramatic or created a scene or scenario like this. He found it highly entertaining and enjoyable when she did, he wasn't opposed to doing this like other people with their heads too far up their ass.
"and I'm dating Eli. He treats me right. He even brought me coffee." The redhead proclaimed a stubborn and lopsided smile appeared on her lips.
"No you don't. The couch is all your's m'lady" He said as he bowed down to his apparent new queen. "The couch is yours, forever. And your's alone. " He let a small laugh escape his lips as he handed Belle a tissue from the box lying on the table so she could wipe away his tears and some of the mascara that had made the slightest smudge under her eyes.