Chapter Fourteen: Dislikes
"Anyways," Beatrice dragged on. The attention that had been brought upon her was a bit nerving; of course, she loved attention, but this was Hayes and he made her feel a way that no one ever did. Her cheeks became a rosy red, her hair had purposely fallen in front of her face, and her fingers fiddled with everything they could get ahold of.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Hayes' eyes trained on her bright ones, picking up every hint of feeling he could yield. He watched painfully as her head bobbed up and down. "Then let's talk about something else, shall we?"
Beatrice shrugged. Although Hayes had offered to talk, the silence was just overpowering both of them. It's not an everyday thing; it's actually never been a thing rather than a mishap. She's always been the one to talk and be giddy, but somehow this day was different.
Of course it'd be different; she was in a hotel with a boy she barely knew, he's ben offering to buy her loads of things, and she's somehow caught feelings for this boy-- how could things not be weird? She's never been in a tight bond relationship with anyone except for Lilian, so forming a new foundation to build upon was going to be a sight.
"You took me on this trip to learn more about me, correct?" Beatrice presumed, sitting up straight. Hayes nodded. "Then let's get to know each other," she said in an obvious tone.
His bright smile showed of his approval, sitting up straight with her to see a better side of her-- if that makes any sense at all. They sat parallel to each other, legs tucked in, and they bounced on the bed in giddiness. Hayes had the smile of a schoolgirl and Beatrice didn't quite understand why he was so excited; she was just a friend-- right?
"Okay," Hayes began, bobbing his head as he struggled to find an acceptable question. "Dislikes."
"Dislikes?"
"Dislikes," he approved, "tell me all the things you dislike."
Beatrice made a mental list; doing a once-over to make sure everything on that list would be appropriate to say. "I dislike sexism, racism, cockiness at the wrong times, when people are alone-"
"I didn't ask about society," Hayes cut in, "I asked about your dislikes-- not what's wrong with this planet we're all stranded on."
Beatrice tugged on her lip with her teeth, her fingers intertwining with the curls of her lilac hair, "I dislike when people chew too loud, snore more than they should, crumbs on the tips of your fingers, red fingers after I eat Hot Cheetohs- those are the worst. Um, I absolutely despise being sad; it's not needed and it makes my heart feel like it was ripped in two. I dislike walking alone, feeling ignored when I talk and no one is looking at me, um, well, that's it."
Hayes stared at her in awe, "what do you like? Before you start, let me remind you that I did use the word 'you' and society wasn't mentioned".
"I like the summer rain, the smell of wet concrete, winter, Netflix, big sweaters, my purple hair, bold choices, I like taking things as they go, pizza, Luke Hemmings, 5 Seconds of Summer, the color blue-- like the color of your eyes, poetry; I'm a sucker for poetry. I love the stars, galaxies, planets, the rush I get when I go to concerts-- even if they're the concerts you'd find at the fairs. I like you, Lily, being able to know I have someone when I never did before. I just like how things are going right now."
It wasn't unusual for Hayes to smile at girls; it's practically his job to smile at girls, but the way he smiled at Beatrice resembled a student struggling with mathematics receiving a great grade on the test they had taken before. He looked at her like she had been the one who put fire on the Earth, like the first man who walked the moon, like he felt love somewhere deep in his heart; he just didn't know it yet.
"That's amazing," he whispered in awe. His cheeks burned with delight and his eyes twitched when his smile reached high.
"Well, I told you about me," Beatrice said, "tell me about you."
Hayes yawned, stretching his arms over his head. It was obvious he was tired and the action had made Beatrice herself tired. "We have a big day tomorrow-- I'll tell you some other day. Get some rest."
Beatrice obliged. It really was going to be a good day.
Here's a new chapter because I'm feeling a lot better lately. In case you guys didn't know, I have a short story series going on (it's a 5sos series and the whole short story theme is 5sos songs) and I currently have the Luke Hemmings one done, but the other ones will not be released until they have covers so check out my lrh one on my profile :-)
i have a request if you guys are willing to accept! If you have the time, I need some new covers! PM me if you're willing to take the favor :-)
lots of love!
