Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

New Beginnings

-@EllieFisher99

 “Fancy seeing you here.” Beau whispered in her ear, leaning over her. She squinted her eyes open to see a room filled with sunlight.

“Where am I?” She asked, disorientated.

“My arms.” Beau whispered huskily into her ear, biting on her earlobe.

Paige laughed, flash-backing of the previous night.

“Oh I remember, this bed... This position?” She asked cheekily.

“Lunch is ready, if you're interested.” Beau asked, running away but she grabbed his hand.

“5 more minutes?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. He kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the door, closing the door gently behind him.

From the warm cosy bed, she stretched her body out like a starfish, rubbing her eyes. She checked her face in the mirror, rubbing her eyes and applying her make up. She didn't bother changing her outfit, she couldn't really be bothered if she was honest. She tugged at her clothes so they fit her right, before walked out of the door.

“Good morning, Miss Arrows.” The boys and Sally chorused, like primary school children.

“Good morning guys.” She said, sitting down next to Beau and grabbing a piece of bacon, downing it hungrily. “This is really good bacon.” She said, reaching for another piece.

“Yeah, Beau's kind of a chef.” Luke told her. “Didn't you know?”

“No, this is amazing.” She shovelled her food down, scooping a pile of scrambled eggs onto her plate. “What's the plan today?” She asked. “Anything before I go home?” She asked between mouthfuls of egg, bacon and orange juice.

“Well, I don’t know what you guys are doing but me and Paige are staying here and you guys aren't.” Paige laughed nervously.

“Alright, me and Sally are going to the movies anyway.” Luke announced.

“Boys?” Luke coughed for attention. “REAL boys.” Beau corrected saucily.

“Right, we get it, we're going.” The boys said laughing and rolling their eyes.

When Paige was ready, about an hour later, she emerged from the house, wearing her high waisted ripped shorts and a white singlet and her long black converse.

“So, what are we doing?” She asked, before turning around and seeing Beau sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around an acoustic guitar. She laughed. “I didn't know you could play guitar?” She exclaimed.

“Oh yeah, I can play... One song.” He told her, laughing. She looked at him, confused as to what he was implying. “I want you to sing for me.” He told her. She laughed loudly, throwing her head back in amusement. “I heard you singing, you were doing it again in your sleep last night.” He told her. She shielded her eyes, pretending she wasn't there. “Do you know Beautiful Soul?” Paige nodded, sitting down beside him and wrapping her arms over his shoulder. He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Sing for me.” He told her. She sighed, getting up and putting the Ottoman over, sitting next to him on it. She swayed left to right as her played the intro, her heart pounding. It had been so long since she had sung to somebody before. She opened her breath, her voice sounding shaky and she sand the first line.

I don't want another pretty face,

I don't want just anyone to hold,

I don't want my love to go to waste,