Simon Malik's Story

Belle



Belle yawned, the sun burning through her eyelids, makeing her rouse from her dream. The same dream she always had- danceing with a man she couldn't quite place, but loved. She hated having the dream- it made her fill will longing. She stood up quickly, not wanting to wake the others of the house, and grabbed up the clothing she planned to wear for the day. Some people called what she wore to old-fashioned and silly. She called it sensible. She tiptoed down the hall and to the bathroom. She didn't really want to wake them, but if the shower did it then it was unavoidable. Oh well. She turned on the shower and while she was waiting on it to heat up she took the rubber band that was holding her mousy light brown hair in a bun and brushed through it, then stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the last bit of sleep in her system before she ran the shampoo through her hair, planning the days activities. To to M-mall. Hang out with Mikey, then to the library. She went over the list in her head and tried to decide what to do after the library. Maybe go to the beach or something with Rapunzel? She would have to see what she was up to later. Belle washed the last bit of suds from her hair and her body, then wrapped a towel over her frame and began to dry her hair.

Once she had her hair thoroughly dried, she put on her clothing and braided her hair down the back, not wanting to bother with it. She went down stairs and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing some cereal and milk from the fridge and pouring them in a bowl, absentmindedly chewing on the flakes as she picked up her phone from the counter she had left it on the night before and checked the battery- 70%. It would have to do. She groaned and set it down.

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An obnoxious yawn escaped the young boy's mouth as his eyes fluttered open. His hands reached into the air to stretch in the bed he had all to himself. He paused for a moment and allowed his senses to come back to him. It didn't take long and Rey jumped out of his bed in one quick move. Saying that Rey was a morning person was honestly an understatement. The young boy scratched his belly, his feet moving him to get cloths to change into. Even though they had only been on the island for a week, Rey's closet was already more than filled with lavishing cloths that showed off his awesomeness.

He picked a pair of jeans and a dark grey T-shirt with a V-neck. He decided to go the casual way that day, at least for now. There was no need to show off so early in the morning, there was more than enough time for that later. He put on his white sneakers and grabbed his phone before making his way out of his room and to the bathroom. Rey didn't even bother checking if anyone was in there first and instead went straight to washing his face and teeth. As he did so, his head bobbed to a tune he was humming with tooth paste in his mouth. The music from last night was still in his head and he couldn't help but smile at the memories of it. Most of it consisted of Gaston being extra touchy, Yzma arguing with him, James drinking everything in the place, and Flynn flirting with any girl that caught his eye. Through it all, though, they had an amazing time, like they always did when the group was together. Good times, good times.

Finishing, Rey made sure he was looking his best, which wasn't so hard seeing as he always good great, before making his way out the bedroom. As he made his way in the kitchen, Rey noticed a piece of paper on the counter. He skipped over to it and read the fancy handwriting that could only belong to Belle. It was a simple message that informed them that she had gone out and the could leave any dishes in the sink for her to wash later. Belle would make a great wife, Rey noted and smiled at her cuteness. Seriously, he would even write all over himself just to tell Belle she could read him all night because he was just that committed to pleasing his ladies. Shaking his head, Rey broke the fantasies that had begun to form in his head and read the rest of the note. She added that if they needed her, they could text her and to write down anything they needed as well. And almost as if she knew that Rey was about to send her a million of messages that consisted of Rey demanding for her attention, she added not to bombard her with them. Pouting, Rey grabbed the note, crushed it in his fist, and threw it away. Call him mischievous or evil, Rey wasn't about to let Simon see the note. No, the only man Belle took care of was him.

Before Rey could rummage through the fridge, his cell phone buzzed to announce someone had sent him a message. It was probably one of his many admirers wanting to know how he woke up and wishing him the best of luck. When he checked to see who it was, he was greeted to a text from Mikey asking if he wanted to go to Daisy's Diner and get something to eat. A smile reached his lips as his fingers began to pounce on the keys.

Sounds like a plan. It'll be your treat! I'll meet you there in around five minutes, okay?

Sending the message, Rey ran upstairs to get his jacket. Mikey was someone Rey could easily push around so it was actually easy for Rey to get along with him. Although the two didn't have the same kind of fun that Rey would have with people like Yzma and the others, he did have great moments with Mikey. After grabbing his jacket, Rey left the house and began making his way to the diner with a delicious breakfast in his head. He could practically smell the pancakes already and he had barely taken a few steps out the house.

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When Adam's numb senses reached him through his sleep, he woke up with a heavy sigh. He didn't move though and instead remained laying in his bed for a moment. His body was covered in a number of blankets and anyone who came into his room, though nobody would be so stupid to do so unless they want to be greeted by a very angry man, wouldn't think twice that the heap of blankets on the bed would contain someone. Yet there he was, in all that mess, hoping that he would fall back to a decent slumber. Yet the sleep had left him, it seemed, and Adam was forced to bring himself out of his bed because of it.

His room was a complete mess. There were cloths thrown across the floor, a few empty bottles of beer, and many more various objects that Adam couldn't even recognize. He put little mind to the things covering his floor though and kept moving past the trash to leave his room. His eyes glanced over to the direction where his other two roommates slept. Fortunately for him, neither of them were too loud or annoying. They didn't bother Adam and Adam didn't snap at them, simple as that.

He dragged his feet down the hallway until he entered the bathroom. He stripped out of the cloths he was wearing before turning on the water. He had slept with the same cloths he had worn last night, like usual. Once the water was to his liking, Adam stepped in and began to take the much needed shower to take out any sleep he still had left. His time on the island could be better described as him doing things on his own while now and then snapping at the others inhabitants. He always ate out, cooking was not his forte and the food in the fridge didn't appease his hunger. He would find himself eating alone at Daisy's Diner and in the same condition for lunch at either Chip N' Dale's Famous Burger or at Pluto's Pizza. Then he would either go to the Pier, by some sushi on the way, and read a book at the beach to spend the time. Then there was the gym where Adam could take out his anger freely or the theater to entertain himself. Aside from the library, those places were the main spots Adam would be at most of the time.

After finishing his shower, Adam stepped out and dried himself with a towel. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. They were soft, almost undetectable if it wasn't for the silence in the house, and Adam guessed they could only belong to Merida. Adam stayed still for a moment. He sure as hell didn't want to run into her in the hallway with only a towel covering him up. Once he heard a door open and the sound of footsteps fade away, Adam deemed it safe and stepped out of the bath room and began making his way back to his bedroom. His eyes caught sight of the door that lead to Flynn's room opened and his eyebrows knitted together. It wasn't until his eyes caught sight of a flash of blonde hair that belonged to a girl who was scrambling off of Flynn's bed that Adam's mind registered it hadn't been Merida's footsteps. For a moment, Adam thought it was Rapunzel. He wouldn't be surprised if she got in the wrong house to be honest. Yet he quickly noticed right away that it was Aurora after she gave Flynn a stuttered apology.

Adam's body tensed up and his feet quickly moved him out of the hallway and into his room. That was great, just great. His day had just begin and now his head was going to be filled with the blonde all day. It wasn't that Adam harbored feelings for her, no that would be crazy. It was because she reminded him of the rose in his memory and the option that she could be someone in his past made him a complete mess. It was all that had been in Adam's head since he awoke in that stupid island. He wanted to go back home because he knew that he had been happy there. He remembered the feeling clearly and he desperately wanted it back. Sighing at his thoughts, Adam ran a hand through his wet hair as he went to find anything that wasn't dirty to wear before heading out to get breakfast.

Belle lifted herself from the pool, grabbing a plush white towel next to her bag and pulling it over herself. She held her feet in the pool and pulled the book-bag closer, extracting her journal and a pen and opening it in front of her. Small wet drops appeared from her hair on the pristine paper, but she just started writing. It was a short story, and it had everything in it she could possibly want- dragons, hero's, heroines, and- most importantly- love. She thought about that a lot, love. Then again, every girl does. It was almost finished (she had stayed up late the night prior simply doing that- writing). She read out the last line as she wrote it in. "And that, my dear, is why I never- and you should never- meddle with a fickle thing like love. Fate, love, all the same. They live together in perfect harmony." It was words she had chosen to live by, and they ended almost every love story she wrote, in different variations.

She put it back in the bag and stood up, curling her hair into the towel before she laid it back down and pulled the coverup on, pushing the door open and going back outside, then she started running. She wasn't the most athletic person in the world, but most definitely not the least by any means. She had a lot of endurance, but not whole lot of speed. She needed to go back to the house- she knew that. Her hair smelled like chlorine and she needed less revealing clothing- it wasn't like she could wear a bikini to anywhere but the beach or the pool- it just wasn't correct.

She pulled open the door to the house and rushed up stairs- not seeing that the note was gone. If she had, she would have been pissed. She also would have known immediately who it was. But she didn't and that was not important. She pulled on the clothing she had planned to wear during the day when she woke up and went back downstairs. A few hours of nice, calming reading would pass the time and then she would be able to go to the mall at an acceptable time.

She flipped on the television and turned it to some kind of scientific thing doing it's best to be 'fun' for it's younger audience- Mythbusters. She pulled out her book- she didn't watch a whole lot of T.V, she liked the background noise. Her eyes darted against the page as she curled up into the couch she was seated in.