Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Truth Be Told

A/N: Enjoy!!

-@EllieFisher99

Beau softly turned the key, opening the front door. Paige staggered in, her high heels banging on the floor. Beau politely quietened her, putting his finger to his lips. She nodded and fell down onto the couch, taking off her stilettos and placing them by the door.

She liked the house, it was small, well smaller then she was used to anyway, but it felt like home. Every house she had been to was so large, so empty that the walls whispered to each other for company and a single movement could echo through the entire house.

“We've got to be quiet, nobody knows you're here yet, and mum'll kill me if she knew I was sneaking out.”

“Your 19?” Paige asked, laughing.

“I still get grounded, don't judge me.” Beau said in a baby voice, looking down in pretend shame.

“Aww.” Paige cooed, pinching his cheeks playfully. “So, what's the plan?” She asked.

“Well you can sleep in my bed if you want, I'll just sleep on the couch.” He told her. “Then I'll tell everyone you're here tomorrow and we can sort out real sleeping arrangements.”

“Ca...can you...?” Paige muttered, unable to finish her sentence.

“What is it?”

“Can you sleep next to me tonight?” She asked, expecting rejection. He nodded, smiling.

She stood up from her spot on the arm of the couch and tried to steady herself, but had trouble walking properly as it seemed her legs had turned to jelly. She was holding onto the wall to steady herself after the first few steps. Her head was blurry, she couldn't think straight, let alone walk straight. She felt as if the entire room was spinning around her. At first she thought she just had a head-rush, but her legs gave way and she fell backwards, safely however into Beau's arms. He twisted her body around and picked her up, carrying her like a baby into his bedroom. He placed her softly onto the bed, pulling the covers up to her shoulders before taking his shirt and shoes off and slipping in beside her. She, only half consciously, shuffled over to him, laying her head on his chest, nuzzling into his skin. He wrapped his arms around her back, as she whispered a half-constructed sentence to him.

“I...Will get... Return you... The favour...” She muttered, kissing him a few times lighting on his chest before falling into a blanket of heavy sleep.

As he smiled, he couldn't help but lie there for a moment, admiring her beauty. Her soft, silky hair that fell perfectly into place even as she slept. Her beautiful eyes that, when open, were like sapphires. Her soft, tanned, creamy skin, completely flawless although she tried to hide it with make-up. And her lips, that sexy pout they were always constructed into. Her body type was perfect, she wasn't super tall and stick-thin like most models. She was average height, she had a thin coat of fat covered by a slightly thicker layer of muscle surrounding her body, making her still skinny, but healthy. He could feel the muscles of her six-pack in his skin as he closed his eyes.

As she woke up, her body ached for water. Her throat was dry, it was like sandpaper even to breathe with. Her mouth tasted of vodka and vomit from the night before, an ugly combination. She looked over to her right and found Beau. They were both facing the way of the wall and were only taking up about half of the bed. One of his arms were lazily lay over her waist and the other had found its way in the night to be entwined with Paige's fingers. She smiled, he looked so beautiful when he slept, so peaceful. She jumped over him and staggered over to his dirty mirror, and started to clean up last night's mess. She changed into a pair of denim pre-ripped shorts, a leather jacket, white tank and black vans (all designer, of course). She wiped her face of the make up from the night before, before quickly applying her concealer, foundation, eye-liner and mascara. No matter how thirsty she was, she had been brought up to always look presentable. She had to admit, her skin was pretty flawless without the make up, although she didn't want to sound big headed, but she liked the look of her natural face. She was just afraid to wear it out. She added a pair of black sunglasses to her look, hanging them off her singlet. She smiled approvingly, and began making her way (as she remembered it) towards the kitchen.

She reached for a glass of water and filled it to the brim, downing the liquid in a single go. She heard footsteps behind her, and then a cough, obviously to summon her attention. It was a beautiful lady, maybe late 20's she expected from her youthful face. Her hair was a beautiful silky black and she was dressed in uniform. Paige quickly assumed as a rich girl would.

“Oh hello, I'm Paige. Are you the maid?” She asked curiously. It was followed by a gasp, the first one surprised and the second, furious. Although she didn't think the second gasp was for her.

“Beau Peter Brooks, get down here now!” She exclaimed. Paige opened her eyes wide, she didn't mean to cause any trouble.

“No, I can explain...” Paige began to protest. A sleepy Beau staggered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He took one look at the two girls standing before him, and quickly snapped into reality.

Two pairs of feet raced down the hallway and into the kitchen. It was the twins, she remembered them from the funeral. When they saw her, they smiled cheekily.

“No way!” They exclaimed at the same time, equally excited.

“Mum, I can explain...” Beau started, but he was cut off.

“Mum...?” Paige asked, wide eyed.

“Yes, mum.” Mrs Brooks replied. “Explain what, Beau? Why we have a millionaires daughter stood in our kitchen?” She exclaimed.

Beau laughed. “I know what you're thinking, I didn't kidnap her mum!” He laughed again. “Paige, this is my mum, Gina. Mum, this is my friend, Paige Arrows.” Gina still didn't look convinced, although Paige nodded in agreement. “Look mum, we met at Sam's funeral, her parents are out of town for the weekend and she needed a place to stay so I told her she could stay here. Is that cool?” He asked.

Gina's thin frown turned into a smile as she pulled Beau into a big hug.

“You boys.” She exclaimed, laughing again. She let go, and walked over to Paige, who immediately started apologising for mistaking her as a maid.

“I swear, I thought you were only about 25!” She finished, biting her bottom lip.

“It's ok, I am the maid around here.” She laughed. “Sorry, it was just a shock seeing you here, my boys don't like to tell me about their sleepovers or whatever so I kind of expected the worst.”

Paige smiled. “It's ok, I understand how it could have looked.”

“Well, I'll be at work for most of the day, I'll see you guys later!” She said, smiling and walking out of the door.

“Later mum!” The boys shouted in sync.

“Goodbye Ms Brooks.” Paige replied politely.

Gina laughed. “I like this girl, you guys could learn a lot from her.” She told her sons as she walked out of the door.

In the moments of chaos, the twins had remained unnoticed. Now a silence drifted, they could hear Luke's excited voice of the phone.

“Hey man it's me... Oh shut up for a second it's not even that early... You'll never guess who's staying at my house... Pick up James and be over in 10... Bye.” He said. He gazed around the room, to see 3 pairs of eyes staring at him.

“Really, Luke?” Beau asked. Luke shrugged.

“It's not every day a hot millionaire comes over, especially not one who's modelled underwear.” Paige felt herself blushing. Luke walked over to the couch and fell heavily into the cushion seat.

“I'm sorry.” Paige muttered at Beau. He walked over to her, hugging her.

“It's ok, mum didn't expect it, that's all.” He told her, quietly into her ear. The other twin saw them, the quieter one, and shouted over.

“Oi, none of that in here!”

“Good job you weren't here last night then.” Paige said naughtily, winking over at the twin before sitting down next to Luke. They all laughed, Beau the hardest. He sat down next to his other brother on the couch.

Wow! He thought to himself. She's already like one of us!