Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

The Funeral

First of all, before I start the story I just want to say, this is my first fanfic, and I've never posted on wattpad before, so please, be kind... I really hope you like it, comment your thoughts below and do what you do on wattpad :P I just really wanted to write a fanfic for Beau because I don't think there's enough of them out there :/ & because I love him, aha. And also, this is kind of more a story with the Janoskians rather then a fanfic aha, I think :P Thank you for reading, have a lovely day <3

“L...love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it.” Paige Arrows began her speech to an audience of grieving millionaires, who were all faking tears. She was the only one on the brink of breaking down in tears, real tears, in front of the crowd. She looked over to her parents, her mother's face was harsh, her pride blurring her family, but her father's look of sympathy gave her the strength to carry on. “That was what it was like, for Sam and I. I could feel his warmth, his love, from the other side of the world. You know, we did everything together. Most people say 16 is too young to be in love, but I was. I was hopelessly in love with Samuel Leonardo Parker.” She smiled at the memory, and the crowd chorused 'awes'.

In the corner of her eye, she saw a group of boys walk in, dressed in suits. She looked up, her glassy eyes on the brink of overflowing with tears. They were about 17, messing around in the back. She rolled her eyes, but gave a double take to the one on the end. There was something about him, she felt like she knew. Or wanted to know. Maybe it was just because he was the only one being serious.

“I remember, in the mornings before school, he'd wake me up with pancakes, because he knew I hated early mornings. He'd get up extra early to make sure I had a beautiful start to the day.” She said, smiling as a tear fell down her cheek. She was unsure, if she was crying because she was sad he was gone, or happy of the memories. “And when I was sick, he'd sit at the end of my bed, and sing me my favourite songs, and by the end of the day I'd be up dancing with him. And.... The thing... That I loved most...” She was breaking down now. “Was when he'd sit... For hours... And listen to my problems... And still be able to tell me it was OK... Even though he knew it wouldn't be.” She was hiding her head in her hands, crying hard. She'd lost it, she couldn't believe he was really gone. “I'm sorry everybody, I thought I could do this but I really can't.” She ran of the stage and into the front row, burying herself into her dad's sides and crying some more. In the back, behind everyone, one of the 5 boys, the one who was quiet, was on his tiptoes, checking she was OK.

Sam had always been popular, in and out of school, so the line for speeches was long and took a few hours. Through the entire process, Paige was crying her eyes out, struggling to breathe. Sympathetic looks were given by all of the speakers; Sam's parents, his best friend, soccer coach, private tutor, cousin, etc. Even an ex-girlfriend was bawling her eyes out as she spoke of memories between the two. That was one of the things she loved about him, he didn't like leaving people with bad thoughts of him. Every time a new speaker would be introduced, she'd stare at the photo of Sam at the front, his beautiful blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, his cartoon smile that always made her laugh. Out of all of the pictures his parents could have chosen, it was the one Paige had taken on their 2 year anniversary, only a month or so ago, when he was wearing the shirt she got him just before he went on vacation. She smiled at the thought of their anniversary, but it was painful. Memories, more memories. Too soon. She had to try and move forward. She had to forget.

The speeches finished, and she felt as if a rock had hit her stomach, as she remembered what came next. The burial. Where she had to bury her love, once and for all. Well, pretend she had anyway.

The group followed outside, her mother strutting in front, with her skyscraper heels, short pastel pink dress (she was adamant that black was not her colour) and Marilyn Monroe-style platinum blonde curly bob. Her father walked beside her, almost running to keep up with her, in his pinstriped grey suit, his slightly overweight body bulging in it, and his almost crew cut dark brown hair. His jolly, approachable face was nothing compared to her mother's beautiful, yet tight and arrogant face. Paige trudged along behind her, her black stilettos making imprints into the gravel as she walked. Her body felt heavy, like the 6 inch heels holding her up would snap under pressure.

“Paige, how are you holding up?” Danny, Sam's old best friend asked.

“Not the best.” Paige said, politely (due to her disciplined upbringing), but monotone. But she was glad for his company, Danny had always been a good friend to Paige.

“Yeah, me neither. I just, I feel like he's still here.” Danny asked.

“He still is.” Paige said, putting her hand over her heart.

For the next five minutes, they chatted small talk until they reached the burial area. Paige's mother, Andrea Arrows, winked and nodded in Danny's way. Paige shook her head. Not Sam's best friend. No way. No way would she date him. That was betrayal, worse then betrayal. Her mother was smiling however, and Paige rolled her eyes. She couldn't. She was afraid however, her mother would make it so she didn't have a choice.