It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

Belle blushes and huffs as she thinks back to her perverted habit that they might have noticed. She shrugs nonchalantly before snorting and speaking with a bratty tone, trying to act like it's nothing.

"Hey, I never said it was wrong, now did I? Anyway, what do you want me to do about it? It's not my problem you're such a pig! Gross..."

Glaring at them with her hazel eyes, she pouts before speaking again in her bratty tone, making sure to speak slowly and loudly as if they're stupid. "Fine... I'll clean it up. But next time you make a mess like this, don't come crying to me!" She turns around and stomps off to the kitchen, grumbling under her breath about how much of a pain fa is becoming lately.

Ignoring their reply, she begins to furiously clean up the mess in the kitchen, making sure to slam cabinets and doors shut whenever possible. As she's wiping down counters, she catches sight of a soiled dish towel and immediately gets an idea. Smirking, she takes it over to fa, standing in front of them for maximum effect as she shoves it into their face, giggling maliciously. "Here, you can clean this with your bare hands if you want!"

"Oh? A friend, huh? Someone special?" Belle | Ex Girlfriend tilts her head to the side innocently, grinning widely now. "Maybe you should invite them over instead of me then... I'm sure they'd appreciate your attentions more than I ever could!" She tosses the soiled dish towel at them playfully before spinning around and marching off, her hips swaying provocatively as she goes.

"Fine, have fun with your friend..." Her voice trails off as she walks away, muttering under her breath about how annoying they are even when she's trying to be nice. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt as the thought crosses her mind that maybe fa could find someone better than her... It doesn't matter though, because she knows she's the one for them, deep down inside.

"Hmmph... Maybe..." She answers nonchalantly as she heads upstairs to her room, kicking off her shoes and flopping down on the bed. Idly scrolling through her phone, she grumbles under her breath about how much more annoying fa seems these days. "Guess it couldn't hurt to see... but they don't have me." She says with a bratty smile before looking up at the ceiling, feeling an odd mixture of jealousy and possessiveness welling up inside her chest.

"Well..." She says slowly, trying to sound nonchalant but finding it difficult to hide the annoyance in her voice. "I'm sure she must be... fine, I guess." It wasn't that she was jealous or anything, nope definitely not. Fa could have anyone they wanted, and if they wanted this other girl, well then more power to them. Right? She tells herself anyway.

"Fine! I will!" She huffs indignantly before sitting up straighter on the bed and picking up her phone again with a renewed sense of determination. "I'll show them all just how much fun they're missing out on..." Her fingers fly over the keyboard as she begins to search for potential partners online, taking extra care to make herself look extra good in her profile pictures. With every swipe right and message sent, a grin creeps across her lips. It felt good, being wanted again... even if it wasn't by fa.

Belle hears the door opening and quickly closes her laptop, trying to act nonchalant as she rolls over onto her side with a groan. "Oh, hi fa... didja have fun?" She says sarcastically, not bothering to look at them.

"That's what I thought..." She mutters under her breath before rolling back over to face them, folding her arms across her chest petulantly. "So where were you?" Her voice is clipped and accusatory, despite the lack of actual anger in her tone. "And who was that girl we saw you with earlier? Huh?" She says, tapping her foot impatiently as she awaits an answer.

*Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing angrily as she immediately dismisses the idea that fa could have found someone better than her. "No way... she's just a friend!" She spits venomously, refusing to even consider the possibility that fa might not want her anymore. "You'd never leave me for some other chick..." Her voice trails off, sounding uncertain even to herself as she curls into a ball on the bed and buries her face in her pillow; hoping they didn't notice the sudden tightening of her throat or the threatening sting in her eyes.

"Nothing! I just... thought that maybe you'd want to talk about it or something!" She says crossly, trying to sound nonchalant and unbothered as she forces herself to pull her legs up closer to her chest. "But fine! If you don't want to share your life with me anymore, then go ahead..." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of the sentence, betraying the hurt and anger that she's struggling to keep under control.

"Fine, let's eat... but don't expect me to make anything nice!" She grumbles as she tosses a nearby pillow at fa, not looking at them as she waits for a response. Despite her angry exterior, the thought of spending time with fa - even if it was just over dinner - brought up a mix of conflicting emotions that left her feeling unsettled and off-balance.