Isabella Black stomped out of Salem's resident Hilton hotel.
"Oh the nerve of that man!" She spat out as her memory jolted back to ten minutes prior.
Inside the hotel
Belle fiercly pushed the down button next to the elevator. Alone she stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button. After a few moments, she heard "Ahhheeemm."
She looked behind her to find a man, roughly thirty years old, giving her 'the look'. Yes, he was checking her out from head to toe and she couldn't have been more disgusted. What makes him think he could even have a chance?
"How are you today missy?" He said, giving her a wink. She shuddered.
"I'm fine." She looked up. Only on floor 10. Dammit. Why did the elevator always have to take so long?
"I bet you'd be more fine if you went on a date with me missy." He moved a step closer.
Belle moved a foot to her left. "In your dreams."
"I think I can make your dreams come true." He grabbed her from behind and pressed her against the wall. He forced his chapped lips onto hers.
She she roughly pushed him away and pressed the open button. "Like hell you bastard." She slapped him upside the head and left the elevator.
Back in the parking lot
The elevator instance had only reminded her of so many others that she had confronted throughout her twenty three years of life. Men groping her. Men hitting on her. Men without any class. Men with dirty faces and breath that could kill--could she only attract these nasty assholes?
"My dating life is hopeless." She mumbled as she made her way into her black dodge durango.
About two miles down the road her cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?" She trying to keep the car on the road. She was never very good at multi-tasking.
"Belle, hi sweetie."
"Oh, hi mom. What's up?"
"Well honey-I just called to tell you that the Brady's are back and town!"
"Yes, isn't that wonderful???"
Belle hadn't seen him since they were 17 years old. Marlena cut into her thoughts. "He's dying to see you honey."
"I'll tell you what mom. I'll stop over later. Maybe we can visit them?"
"Sounds great honey-but-oh-Belle I have to go your father needs my help with something. Call before you stop by! Bye sweetie." Beep. Dialtone.
"Ewww." Belle mumbled out loud. Her mother had always used the phrase 'call before you stop by' when her and her father we going to--well-- you get the picture.
Belle continued driving down the winding streets of Salem. Thinking back to the days when her and Shawn Brady were the best of friends.
Oh, if she onlyyyyyy knew what the future was going to hold. Shawn Brady had returned a very-- uh-- different -- type of man.
Hope Brady was heard through blue wood door. "I'm commminngg!!!!"
Belle couldn't help but smile when she saw the woman who had always been like a second mother to her. "Hi hope." She said giving the woman a graceful hug.
"Hi Belle sweetie. I-we've missed you so much. Hi Marlena. Hello John."
The tall, muscular, and handsome Bo Brady walked into the room. "MARLENA!! JOHN! BELLE!?"
Bo picked Belle up with a bear hug. She giggled. "I've missed you too Bo. Where's Shawn?"
Bo looked at Hope. "He's in the uh-kitchen. But I should warn-"
Belle ran towards the kitchen before Bo could warn her of the-uh- new Shawn.
Belle swung open the kitchen doors to find Shawn--wait was that even him?--yes it was him alright-Shawn leaning against the counter,in a white dress shirt almost all the way unbottoned exposing his bare chest, a pair of Hollywood sunglasses, and his arm draped around two brown haired stick figures.
"Shawn!? Is that you!?"
"Belle? Belle!" Shawn let go of his anorexic twigs and rushed over to give Belle a hug. They embraced in a tight hug while Shawn's two 'friends' looked on. Just as Belle was about to pull away from the hug...she felt Shawns hand slip to her rear.
Did he really just do that?
He groped her behind again, a little more agressively this time.
Oh my god he did.
"I've missed you such much Belle." Shawn said, letting go of her rear. "I'd like you to meet my friends. This is Tanya, and this is Trisha. Girls, this is Belle. My best friend since childhood."
The look a like Olson twins glared at her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you guys-" Belle said as she held out her hand.
The girls just stood there. Hmmmmm okayyyy
Belle looked up to see Shawn's reaction. Shawn didn't have a reaction. He was still involved in staring--no..gawking-- at Belle's breasts.
"Uh Shawn, I'm up here." Belle said pointing to her face.
Shawn stepped forward, away from his two bimbos. "What's pathetic Belle?"
"YOU. You're just like every other man I've ever met. You've sure changed since high school."
"Of course I've changed," Shawn began. He continued in a serious tone. "I'm a P-I-M-P now. My modeling career has taken off. Don't player hate Belle, appreciate."
Oh MY GOD He did not just say that did he? Shawn Brady....a 'P-I-M-P' as he would say??
Belle began to laugh hesterically......
Shawn watched as Belle crumbled into a ball on the Brady kitchen floor, cleary unable to contain herself.
"Shawn--haaha--didhahadid--youhahajusthahaha--say-'dont player hate-apreciate'?--hahahaha" Belle was rolling around on the ground holding her stomach.
Shawn should have gotten angry. She was making fun of him. But he didn't. He was used to girls hanging all over him, telling him he's the hottest thing alive. But she didn't--he was intrigued.
He hadn't seen her in six years--he knew he was a different man. She would just have to accept it.
A sly smile crept across Shawn's face as he pushed back his perfect hair. Oh yes-- he needed to see how long Belle could last without falling for his undeniable charms.
"Belle. Stop laughing. You can't deny your attracted to me."
Belle pulled herself up and gave him the once over. The sluts gave her a look--man if looks could kill-she'd be six feet under. Of COURSE Belle was attracted to him. Any straight woman had to be. He was tall, handsome, muscular. He had the deepest brown eyes, the sexiest smile, and lips to die for.
"Shawn Douglas Brady. I don't find you attractive in the least."
Oh was she ever lying. He could see it in her ocean blue eyes. "Belle, my dearest. You were never very good at lying. Come on, tell me. Admit that you want to jump my bones right here and now."
That was too much for dumb and dumber. They walked their size negative 5 asses out of the kitchen.
"Are they both your girlfriends Shawn?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Belle glared at him. "Your digusting. What happend to the funny, charming, nice guy that I knew in high school?"
"He's still in here Belle."
"Yeah right. And I still play with barbies..."
Shawn didn't catch the humor. "You do?"
Did all the glamour of being a model take away his brain too? "I was joki- oh, just nevermind Shawn."
Shawn shrugged. He slowly walked up to Belle and ran his large fingers through her slightly tangled blonde hair. "You know Belle. You've gotten extremely hot. How about you stay the night with me?"
Belle slapped his hand away. "As if! Never- would I- EVER- sleep with you."
Shawn chuckled. "Belle not only will you sleep with me oneday, you will be head over heals in love with me."
"Shawn. Dearest, your living in a fantasy world. You can probably have all the anorexic bimbos you want. But me? Never."
"What if I said I don't want all the bimbos? I just want you." He moved in so close to her that she got a large wiff of his amazing aftershave. She shivered.
"I'd say." Oh hell, should could bearly concentrate with him being so close. She backed away. "You're crazy."
"You know what Belle? Let's make a bet. I'm going to bet that you will fall in love with me soon. Very soon. And if I win the bet, then you will have to marry me." He smiled inside, knowing this would get to her.
"Excuse me? Marry you???" She had to admit her curiousity was getting to her. "And what- Shawn Brady- would I get if I won bet? If I didn't fall in love with you?"
Shawn was silent for a moment. "Well- I will quit my modeling job. I will become a normal..man..or whatever. And I will stay away from bimbos forever. AND I will be your slave forever. I'll do whatever you ask."
Was this guy crazy? Her falling in loved with a self obbsessed model? Yeah right.
"You know what Shawn. You've got yourself a deal. And be ready to be my slave--for life."
Shawn smiled inside. That's exactly what he wanted--to be her slave for life. Well-her sex slave at least.
The next morning Belle awoke to the heavy smell of...was that...hair...grease? Oh yeah. Shawn was standing in front of HER mirror applying a thick layer of gooey gray..crap..to every single strand on his head.
He turned around, wiped his hands off on the top of HER desk, and brought her a single red rose that he had layed at the end of her bed.
"Belle, my deartest. I've come to woo you with my amazing charms." Shawn said.
"Shawn. Thanks for those rose. But can you woooo your way out of here so I can take a shower?"
Shawn's innocent smile became a smirk as his eyes grazed over her form that was covered only by a thin nightgound. "Can I join you in the shower Belle?"
Belle huffed. "In your dreams lover boy. Now get out. Maybe if you're lucky I'll hang out with you today."
Shawn simply smiled. "I'm always lucky Belle."
40 minutes later. Belle came out of her bathroom. Thankfully she was dressed and all ready to go because Shawn was still in her room.
As she walked up to him sprawled across her bed she noticed that he was sleeping. His chest was going up and down slowly. He looked so sweet.
"Shawn." She whispered. "Shawn.."
"Wha-hmmmm?" He said his eyes slowly opening.
"You fell asleep."
"Oh I'm sorry. Let's go we have lots to do today." He immediatly jumped up and grabbed her hand. Within minutes they were in his sports car.
Shawn had driven them to a local ice cream shop. Hmmmmm he must have remembered how much I love ice cream Belle thought to herself.
"I've been craving ice cream for a couple days now. Although I shouldn't have it, I need to keep my body looking great."
Of course its all about him HE wanted the ice cream
They'd both ordered a chocolate cone and found a table near the back. As Belle was trying to make conversation with Shawn she noticed that he was staring at a womans thong who was sitting at the table next to them.
"Shawn! Is sex ALL you think about?" She spatted as she attempted to swat his shoulder. Whoops...she swated his hand instead. His chocolate ice cream cone smashed into his perfect face.
Belle couldn't contain her laughter. The look on his face when she did that....She was laughing so hard she was hyper ventalating.
Shawn was in shock. He looked as if he was going to die. Had someone actually just dared to mess up his perfect face? Did someone smash something on his face that could turn his perfect complextion into a zit farm!?
He had the urge to yell at Belle. What would his agents say if they knew that his perfect face was spotted with frozen brown cow milk? They would kill him for just eating it! Instead of yelling...he grabbed Belle's cone and instead of going for the face...he went for her prized possession...he hair.
"SSSHHHHAAAWWWN!!!" She screeched. "I can't believe you did that!"
"You deserved it!"
"If you wern't so busy checking out that lady's THONG, I wouldn't have hit you. All you needed to do was PRY your eyes away and listen to what I was saying."
"I WAS listning to you!"
"NO YOU WER-" Belle was cut off.
The owner of the ice cream shop--a short asian man was pointing a fat finger at the two of them.
"YOU PRETTY BOY" He belched pointing at Shawn "AND YOU GIRL WITH DIRTY HAIR! GET OUT OF MY IZE CRRREAM CCHOP RIGHT NOW!!!!"
Belle and Shawn ran out of the shop laughing hesterically.
"Did you see how mad that guy was?" Belle laughed, tears forming in her eyes.
"Did you hear him? 'My IZE CRRREAM CCHOP' Oh my god I havn't laughed that hard in so long." Shawn said wiping his own laughter tears away.
"Shawn," Belle said quietly. "Maybe you need to laugh like that a little more often...like you used to."
"Belle," Shawn said breathlessly. "You have--some--ice cream--"
Before Belle could ask where Shawn bent down and placed his lips on hers.
Belle instantly responded to Shawn's kiss. Her first instinct was to pull away. But it felt so good...he tasted so good...
She'd never experienced anything like it...it was the perfect kiss....untill....
"SHAWN!" SLAP....Shawn had decided to grab her 'hoo hoos' and ruin the perfect moment.
Shawn put on an innocent face that resembled his fathers. "What?"
"You grabbed my...my..."
"Your what Belle?" Shawn asked with his trademark smirk.
Belle turned 3 shades of red. "Shawn don't ever kiss me again."
Shawn simply laughed. "Belle. When are you going to stop acting like your not attracted to me? You're in love with me already."
Just before Belle was going to reply to his assuming comments she spotted something. The devil in her came alive.
"You're right Shawn. I'm so attracted to you. In fact, I don't think I can live without you. NOT!" She grabbed the full cup of coke off the table near them and poored it all over his head and his designer shirt. "You're going to loose this bet Shawn."
The next day 4 oclock in the afternoon
"Hey sexy. This is Shawn. I want to take you to the movies. I'll be over in ten minutes. Bye."
Ten minutes later
Belle rushed over to the door, her blue skirt clinging to her long legs. She opended it to find-- oh my god....
Shawn had taken up the latest Ashton Kutcher fashion.
He was wearing...get this...a pink checkerd SKIRT that went down to his shins...black ARMY boots...a light blue button down shirt....buttoned down...all the way.....and he topped his outfit off with his purple hollywood sunglasses, resting halfway down the bridge of his nose.
Belle began laughing. Harder...and harder...and harder...
Belle pointed at his outfit. "What-haha-are you-haha wearing Shawn?"
Shawn normally loved to see her laugh--she was so cute--but not this time--she'd went to far. "I'll have you know that EVERYONE who's ANYONE wears this-outfit."
"You mean everyone who's a transexual?" Belle let out between laughs.
"Whatever. Are you ready to go?"
"Shawn...I'm not sure I can go anywhere with you in that--atire."
"Belle. Tonight is the night I sweep you off your feet. It doesn't matter what I wear. Let's go." Shawn grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door before she could object.
Shawn and Belle were walking to the door of The Salem Theatre when....heaven forbid...Shawn spotted the flashing of a camera. He immediatly began sniffing the air like a dog. Sniff sniff...where's the camera...sniff sniff...I saw the flashing....BINGO
A couple nearby was snapping photos of their friends. Without warning, Shawn jumped into their picture space.
Belle panicked. Oh God, was she going to be seen with this maniac?? "Shawn, what are you doing!?"
To her suprise...the couple kept on-a-going. They took pictures even with Shawn in them. The first pose Shawn did was his 'manly' pose...he flexed his muscles and puffed out his chest. Belle COULD NOT believe his next choice of pose...
Shawn wildy ran his fingers through his....yes...his perfect hair. He slid his hands down his body and began thrusting his hips around. He was making--what kind of face WAS he making?
Belle covered her face with her hands. She couldn't be seen like this--with a man...in a skirt...acting like Tyra Banks. Finally...FINALLY...Shawn stepped away from the spotlight. He draped his arm around Belle.
"I'll tell ya Belle, people...they just can't get enough of me."
Belle rolled her eyes...."Let's just get into the theatre before you see any more flashing lights."
Once Shawn and Belle were snuggled in the theatre and watching 'Meet The Fockers', Shawn slowly began playing with Belle's hair.
At first she wanted to pull away. With Shawn, what started out as an innocent touch always led to something else. Well at least since he'd been back in Salem. Before he left Salem she couldn't get him to touch her for anything.
The rest of the movie was peaceful. Shawn had slipped his arm around Belle about halfway through. She didn't push away. She didn't care that he was a--model--freak...it felt good--no--it felt GREAT to be in his arms.
After the movie was over Shawn and Belle found themselves walking down the pier. Belle still couldn't believe Shawn's outfit...they were getting alot of weird looks...but she almost didn't care...she was actually having a good time.
"Shawn, you're being very quiet. That's unusual for you...are you alright?"
Shawn paused for a moment before looking up at the clear sky as he spoke. "It's just...I don't know..."
"Shawn, you can talk to me about anything, come on what is it?" Belle asked as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
Shawn looked at Belle, the woman who was once his best friend. "You're right Belle. I've always been able to tell you--everything. I just...I don't know. When we moved to California...the modeling thing..it just happend it was never something I planned. I mean," Shawn laughed as he continued, "you know I was never the model type before. And now that I'm back in Salem...it's like...I'm lost...I don't know if I want to do this anymore...I don't know what I want to do..."
Belle was relieved to find that Shawn still had a soft side. "Shawn...you can be anything you want you can-"
Shawn cut her off. "I can't be anything I want Belle. I can't. And I can't have anything I want-"
"Shawn! You're famous, you're rich.....you CAN have ANYTHING. You're rich enough to live anywhere you want...you can have any woman you want I mean-"
"I can't have any woman I want Belle--" Shawn said as he turned away from her leaned over the piers edge. The water always seemed to calm him.
There was an eeery silence between them before Belle spoke again. "Shawn, who do you want that you can't have?"
Shawn didn't say anything. He simply turned around and ran his large hand across her shoulder and down her back. He placed his other hand on the back of her neck and slowly pulled her into a kiss. It was slow, soft, and sweet. It wasn't the forceful all-too-confident Shawn she'd known since his return.
Belle melted into his arms. Suddenly she was doing something that she'd wanted to do since the age of 15. Throughout her teenage years she had dreamt of kissing her best friend--even if he didn't return her feelings. Now here she was--23 years old--kissing a normally self obsorbed model--but not tonight--
He had transformed into the Shawn she used to know. Shawn smiled down at her as they finally pulled away from their kiss.
"Belle," Shawn said trying to catch his breath..."I've wanted to do that since high school."
"Yeah. I wanted you pretty bad in high school."
Belle giggled slightly...she'd never known..."I wanted you too Shawn."
Shawn pulled her into a hug. "I should take you home."
The next day
Belle woke up the next day smiling inside. Who cares if she had been seen in public with a man in a skirt? Who cares if she has a light layer of grease on her just from being near Shawn's hair?
She felt happier than she'd felt in a long time.
Last night Shawn had treated her like a lady. He was sweet and kind and didn't gawk at her like every other man on the planet. That's all she wanted...was someone who could appreciate her for her.
She'd decided she would suprise him that day--she got up--took her shower--got ready as fast as possible and ran out the door.
When she got to Shawn's house...there was no answer at the door.
Hmmmmm Wait? Did she hear voices out back?
She made her way to the Brady back yard to find Shawn--and OH MY GOD-- she covered her mouth as she watched in horror as Shawn kissed one of the anorexic bimbos he had been with the other night.
She quickly turned around and ran back to her vehicle. When she got in she let a silent tear fell. "How could you possibly think he was different than every other pig on this planet? God, you're so stupid Belle." She threw her durango in reverse and peeled out of the Brady's driveway.
In the backyard
Shawn pulled away. "Trisha..I'm sorry I can't do this."
"Why not!?" Trisha whined placing her bony hand on her non-existent hip.
"I just I cant--you need to leave." Shawn immediatly ran into his house...he was planning on suprising Belle....