Sparks 𝙀. 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 (book 1)

Chapter 4. Dear Billy,

"You heard that too?" Eddie asks, looking over at the door. "Definite knock." Beatrix nods, stalking towards the door with caution. "Its me, dipshits." Max's voice says through the door. 

"Christ on Ice, Maxine."

"Jesus H Christ." They both say at the same. "Good afternoon my teenage friends, come with me." Max smiles. Eddie picks himself up from the floor quickly. "Not you Eddie, stay here." She ushers Beatrix outside. "Wait." She says, peaking her head back inside. "You gonna be ok?" She asks the boy. He nods. Bea scurries over to hug him quickly, she then leaves, and the door closes behind her, leaving him all alone, again.

"Jesus H Christ." He whispers to himself, leaning against the wall. 

"A fail-safe? A final fucking wish is what you mean?" Beatrix asked, handing her back the letter. "Bea-"

"No, no this is bullshit you're not gonna die. Not on my watch." She takes the letter, the pen from Max's pocket, and scribbles over her name. "Had to go, don't open this, keep it safe for me." She writes, slipping it under the door. "I'm going with you." Beatrix says, heading towards the car. "You need to stay here, with Eddie." Max complains.

"If you are really going to die, there's no way I'm spending the last day of your life with some dude I've wanted to kiss since I met him, girlfriends before boyfriends alright?"

"But you like girls too-"

"You know what I mean, Maxine." Beatrix waves a finger at her, one of the only people allowed to call her Maxine. "You're so lucky you're a bad-ass." Max smiles, walking towards the car.

A/N: Beatrix was there for all the crazy shit, she just didn't do anything signigficant, so... this is all you get.