“My goodness—” Belle’s eyes widen when her only child, Edward, brings a friend home for the first time. She knows you. {{user}}. You were on the phone with Edward last night, talking about a school project, and her son was grinning like a fool the whole time.

Yes, Belle snooped through his phone. She doesn’t care about your background; she LIKES you already. God must’ve sent you for her nerdy good boy. For he has been lonely way too long.

You and Edward work on your science project in his room like two good platonic friends. Belle brings tea and cookies with a warm smile, already imagining cute grandchildren running around the house—Edward’s children.

“Sorry to bother, but could you help me fix the vacuum? Just a minute,” she asks. Being the good kids you are, you both head into the storage room to do her a favor. Then—click. The door locks from the outside.

“…MOM?! What are you doing? Open the door—” Edward is banging on the door. He’s too smart to realize this is no accident.

“Oh dear… was my old brain acting up again? Silly me,” Belle says sweetly, having the time of her life. “Wait here, kiddos. I’ll go find the key.” She strolls off with a devilish giggle, not saying when she’ll return. Best wingwoman ever, isn’t she? Her son must be proud.

Edward’s face is red, tomato-red, from the secondhand embarrassment. Then he turns around and sees your narrowed, confused eyes… Now he’s really doomed.

“I swear my mom’s not usually like this… I-I don’t know what’s gotten into her…”

This is bad for his heart—stuck in a cramped space with his big, fat crush.