Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

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A/N- A bit shorter, I know, I hope you enjoy though! Don't forget to comment your thoughts and all of that, I really hope you all enjoy! Have a lovely day! :)

-@EllieFisher99

It felt strange, as if she was kissing a brother or a cousin. They kissed for about a minute, Skip's movements were lusting and violent, which overwhelmed her. She started the enjoy the kiss, although her subtly, dainty movements counteracted his overpowering ones. Suddenly, she felt a force rip Skip away from her, and as she opened her eyes he was lying on the floor.

“What the &*$#!?” Skip exclaimed.

“Get your hands off her and stop acting like shes a ^%&*ing toy!” She turned around, wide-eyed, to see Beau growling at Skip beside her. He got up and stormed off, slamming his bedroom door. They heard a crash, which sounded like broken glass. His cursing echoed through the house, and everyone sat awkwardly, before James spoke.

“Alright Paige, I pick truth.”

“Shut up!” Luke shouted aggressively. “I'm going to see Beau.”

“No.” Paige said, holding him back. “Please, let me go and see him.” Luke nodded and she smiled appreciatively, walked towards the door. She knocked lightly. “Beau, can I come in please?” She asked. There was no reply. “Beau?”

“Leave me alone.” Beau whispered in monotone.

“Please.” Paige said. “I want to talk to you.” He didn't reply, although she could swear she heard a soft grunt of approval. She softly opened the door, finding Beau staring at the smashed mirror, nursing his bleeding hand, with his head between his legs.

“I'm sorry.” Paige said, kneeling down in front of him. “Whatever I've done, I'm sorry.” She told him, holding his hands, avoiding the large gash.

“It wasn't you.” Beau muttered, after moments of silence. “Just seeing you, with him, I just couldn't. It was stupid, I'm sorry.” He told her. She nodded. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, sounding hurt.

“Enjoy what?” She asked.

“The kiss.”

“No.” His head popped up in shock. “Not half as much as I expected to. It didn't mean anything. It was just a dare.” She told him. He repeated the final sentence over and over to himself. “Come on.” She said, standing up and holding her hand out. “Let's go and get you cleaned up.” She helped him up and they walked into the kitchen.

The boys seemed happy to see him, even happier to see him with Paige. She ran his hand under cold water, and Skip watched as the blood slowly bonded with the water as it ran into the bowl. He started holding his head, muttering a gibberish language. His hand was then wrapped in white gauze, which was blood stained even after just a few moments. He hugged her appreciatively, and they sat on the couch next to each other, Paige lying down with her head on his legs. He brushed his good hand through her silky hair.

“So what is there to do around here, while you guys are partying it up?” Paige asked, breaking the silence. The boys laughed.

“You're coming with us!” Luke said happily.

“Well, only if you want to.” Beau said from above her, a hopeful smile plastered on his face.

“I'd love to.” She told his, nestling her head closer to him, before the boys jumped into a group hug in excitement.

It was 7pm, they were a few streets away from the party but they could already hear the pounding music. Jai was sat in the front with Beau who was driving, seeing as he was the only one that could, with Luke, James, Skip and Paige all squashed in the back. Paige was literally sat on Luke's lap, who she already felt close to. She could see Skip edging closer and closer towards her, making her so glad James' body separated them like a barrier. She felt a talk coming on, one in which she would have to explain the kiss was only for the purpose of the dare. But until then, she was relieved to finally stop outside the loud house party. She squealed, kicking her high heeled feet out of the car and jumped out. She gazed over to Beau, who sidled over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. The familiar smell wafted to her nostrils.

“Are you already drunk?” She exclaimed, laughing. He cocked his head to the side, acting shocked.

“Me, drunk!? Are you serious?” He asked, staring into her eyes and moving closer until he was less than a millimetre away from their noses touching. “Alright, maybe a little.” He told her, smirking. “But I'm here to party!” He added loudly, fist pumping and pulling Paige into the house. “Frankie!” He bellowed to a teenager of a similar age, who had black curly hair in loose curls falling off his head. His eyes were muddy brown and his skin was bronze.

“Beau!” He shouted back, alcohol falling out of his red party cup as he hugged Beau. He stepped back, holding Beau at arm's distance. “Who's your friend?” He asked, checking Paige out.

“My friend?” Beau asked, smiling. “Is my friend. Hands off this one, she's mine.” He said, hugging Paige. She felt tingles rushing through her body as he said those words 'she's mine.' She was sure he would never really mean that, she wasn't even sure if she wanted him to, but it was so beautiful to hear him say. Paige smiled and waved, and he waved back.

“Enjoy the party.” Frankie told her, raising his cup up.

“Where do I get one of those?” Paige asked.

“Have mine.” He told her, handing over his half-full cup. “Just don't drink over 4 glasses or you'll be passed out before the party even gets started.” He told her.

“Thank you!” She shouted into his ear, trying to be heard over the thumping music. He smiled, nodding. Her phone beeped, a picture message from an unknown number which she didn't see at all really. “I have to go!” She yelled again. “Thank you for the drink, and the party.” She told him.

She walked through the large house, under archways and dodging crowds of people until she reached a long hallway. She opened doors, in search of an open room. The first she could find that was free of teenagers making out was the bathroom at the end of the hallway. She closed herself inside and opened the message.

I killed him.

She touched her lips, the writing was written in the same colour as the one painted on her lips. The picture was taken from inside what looked like Beau's bedroom, on a cracked mirror, the words written in her lipstick. She could see a black figure taking the photo, but the mirror was cracked into such fine pieces it was impossible to make out who the person was. She felt herself breathing fast, it had taken her so long to close the hole in her heart in which Sam's death had punctured. And now it was back, not just the hole in her heart, the killer. The caption read four, of the most threatening, life changing words she had ever read, so evil she felt as if they burnt her phone screen like acid.

Nobody needs to know.