Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Confessions

 “Hey Paige, what are you doing!?” Beau exclaimed from his spot on the bed. “That's expensive isn't it, what's that brand, Marc??”

“Mac.” Paige replied, with a light laugh. She turned to face him, putting one hand on her hip, her face serious. “Do you ever wonder if, Sam's death, wasn't an accident after all?”

“Come here.” He told her, holding out his hand. She crawled over to him, and fell back into his arms. “It could have happened, Paige, but there's no point wondering. Because it could have just as much not happened.”

“I think it did.” She told him sternly. “No, I know his death wasn't an accident.” He gave her a double take, laughing because he was so shocked.

“And how do you know that?” He asked, laughing his adorable, childish laugh.

She wanted to tell him, she knew he could make everything so much better. She knew, he could make her feel safe and wanted. But she also believed, that if indeed she did tell him, he wouldn't want her any more. Maybe he would think she'd caused too much trouble, and send her back home. It was his mirror after all, maybe he'd get freaked out, tell her to move out and then move away. However he reacted she knew she would be the cause of it.

“I just know.” She told him, walking out of the room. “I'll be back in a second.”

She walked out of the room and into the bathroom, cursing to herself. She shouted under her breath, with sounded more like a pained moan. A single tear fell down her cheek, as she stared into the mirror at herself.

She watched as a figure entered the bathroom. He gasped, she could have sworn she closed the door.

“Jai?” Paige asked.

“Paige, what's wrong?” He asked. Crying, she walked over to him and fell into his arms. He held her closely, kicking the door shut with her back foot.

She looked into his big brown eyes, so full on honesty and trust. She trusted, no lusted into telling him.

“Don't tell anybody, promise?” She asked. He nodded in agreement. She told him the whole story, about finding the text message, her attempted police call, the lipstick hanging by a rope at Beau's bedroom door. He listened intently, not muttering a single word but nodding every so often to show he understood. She explained her feelings towards telling Beau, she told him how much she cared about Beau, not in the way she truly felt she did, but as a friend.

“I totally agree Paige. I think Beau, no matter how strong he acts, he's one of the most emotional out of us all. But your secret is safe with me, I won't tell a soul.” She smiled. “As for this guy, I think whoever it is was just trying to scare you, which obviously worked. I mean, a beautiful teenage widow, a part of her still loving her millionaire boyfriend? Don't get me wrong, but there's a lot to have fun with there. For not, at least, don't worry about it. Whoever it is is just plain creepy. You've got us now, and we've got your back.” He smiled. He held out his pinky, which he rarely did, and she locked it. “I pinky swear.” She laughed.

“Thank you Jai.” She told him. He got another text, the 4th in their conversation. She elbowed him playfully in the ribs. “Who is she?” She asked. Jai laughed, smitten.

“Ariana.” Paige gave him eyes, which told him she was unsure of what he meant. “Ariana Grande?” Paige opened her mouth, her eyes bulging.

“You're dating Ariana Grande!?” She exclaimed.

“Kind of, it's a long story.” Jai told her. His watched beeped, it was one of those ones that ping for an hour.

“Well, it's 3am, I've gotta go skype her now. I'll see you tomorrow, Paige.” He smiled and nervously waved, quickly walked out of the room as if he was embarrassed of the momentary silence. She followed him out a few moments later, after touching up her make up with her fingers. She found the linen closet and began searching for a blanket she could use, when she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her waist slowly.

She turned around quickly, gasping, to see Beau stood behind her, his arms still wrapped around her so their bodies pressed against each other.

“Were you expecting somebody?” He asked in a deep, sexy voice. She bit her lip flirtily and looked up, into his beautiful green eyes. She expected him to turn away, but he stayed with his eyes fixed on hers.

“Nobody in particular.” She replied, although in her head she had worried it had been the killer. She tried not to worry herself, she knew Jai's theory could be true, but there was still a voice in the back of her mind telling her to be on- guard.

“Good, good.” Beau replied, smiling. He gave her a confused look. “What are you doing in my linen closet?” He asked her.

“I was just...” She got lost in his eyes for a second, her mouth moving like a fish's but not being able to construct a sentence. She directed her eyes to the bathroom door, which was on the very left, so she did not see him, and get lost in his eyes once more. “Getting blankets. Or do you want me to freeze to death on the couch?” She asked saucily.

“You don't need blankets...” Beau started. He walked forward a step and she realised she was with her back to the door of the linen closet. She had no where to run.

Not that Beau was particularly scary, but her body was beginning to sweat of nervousness, as their hot bodies pressed against each other. Beau leaned in,pressing his lips almost onto her neck as he spoke, every word making her bite her lip so she didn't make a sound of pleasure.

“Sleep in my room tonight?” Beau asked. Straight away she wanted to say yes, but her defensive mind took over.

“Why?” She slowly replied, trying to make it as seductive as possible although it seemed to come out arrogant.

He looked down pouting, and as he lifted his head her lips were so close to brushing against his forehead.

“I'm afraid of the dark.” He confessed, in the baby voice he had used earlier.

“Aw, I guess I'll protect you then.” Paige said, moving her body slightly closer, first in order to get more comfortable then being between his legs, but being so close to him made her unable to move.

“Yeah that's right guys, use protection!” Luke shot his head from behind the bedroom door. Paige laughed, as did Beau.

“Where's James and Skip?” Beau asked.

“Asleep, on the couch. I think.” Luke replied. “Now shut up Beau, Jai's on skype. Not you Paige, I love you, goodnight.” He closed the door, only for his head to appear a second later. “Sorry Beau, I love you too.” He said quickly, before blowing his brother a kiss and then shutting the door again.

Paige slipped from Beau's grasp, and slipped into the bedroom.

“Don't come in.” She ordered, closing the door.

She tied her hair in a messy bun, before wiping her make up off and slipping out of her clothes. She wore black plain pyjama shorts, paired with a loose singlet from an underground rock band she had snuck out to one year for her birthday. She opened the door before walking towards the bed, hoping into the side closest to the wall. Beau came in, taking his shirt off to reveal his immensely toned body. He stretched, flexing, and slipping into bed beside her. He was wearing nothing but skinny jeans and underwear, which made her nervous. Sleepily, she turned away from Beau, trying to get to sleep. The covers moved to the side as Beau turned in the other direction. But she didn't notice, she curled herself up in a ball and fell to sleep.

The room around her was dark like the night. It was cold, suspiciously ice-cold, but so warm at the same time. Beads of sweat dripped off her head as she sat, her arms and legs tied to the back of the wooden chair she sat on. She wasn't sure how she got where she was, all she could think about was getting away. And the footsteps, the loud, booming footsteps that echoed with ever step. That got closer. And closer. And closer. Until she could feel the witch-like laugh in her bones. But the figure didn't stop there. Through the darkness, a silver blade was drawn. She tried to jerk her shoulders but she couldn't move. He had her. And worse, he was getting ready to attack.