It's not always Black and White

Unexpected Goodbyes

Bea's POV

As the sun began to peek through the curtains, I groggily opened my eyes, my cheek still tender from the punch delivered by Josh the previous night. The pain served as a painful reminder of the chaos that unfolded, and a wave of frustration washed over me.

It was time to make some tough decisions.

As I sat up, rubbing my sore cheek, I found Luca already awake beside me. He shot me a concerned glance. With a gentle voice, he asked, "Are you okay, Bea?"

Letting out a sigh, I responded, my tone filled with resolution, "No, Luca. I'm not okay. I don't want to see Josh ever again."

Luca's eyebrows furrowed, surprise and concern etched across his face. He contemplated my words carefully before cautiously probing further. "Are you sure about this, Bea? Is there a chance for you guys?"

Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath and nodded, my voice filled with determination. "I'm sure. I can't ignore the pain he's caused and the disregard he showed for my well-being. It's time to move forward without him."

Luca's gaze softened, and he reached out to squeeze my hand gently. "If that's what you truly want, then I'm here to support you. No matter what happens, I'll always have your back."

So, there we were, me and Luca, strolling downstairs. And guess what? The whole gang was already gathered—Theo, Grace, Ryan, Steph, Hugo and Jess. It was like walking into a business meeting, and boy, were things about to get interesting.

Now, I gotta say, everyone was all smiles except for one crucial player in this drama: Josh. Yeah, he was MIA, and honestly, nobody seemed too broken up about it. I mean, who needs that kind of emotional tornado at a morning hangout, right?

I'm not ready to see him.

And just when we thought we were in for a smooth ride of laughs and good vibes, Grace and Theo decided to spice things up. Turns out, Theo had brought home a girl last night, and Grace wasn't having any of it. Oh, no, she was firing words like they were arrows in a fucking bow.

Steph, jumped in, trying to mediate, but it was like trying to stop a train with a feather. Yup, the tension was thick.

Just as I was about to mentally pack my bags and head for the hills to escape the drama, there came a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I swear, if it was Josh on the other side, I might've just dissolved.

But, of course, life has a funny way of testing your patience. Lo and behold, when the door swung open, there stood Josh with his lopsided grin. Seriously, could this day get any shitty?

"Hey, guys. Mind if I crash the party?" Josh's voice was casual, like he wasn't aware of the mess he'd left behind.

I might've managed a weak smile, but inside, I was rolling my eyes. "Oh, great, just what we needed."

Luca, being the friendly dude he is, gave Josh a nod of acknowledgment, and suddenly, the room seemed to collectively hold its breath. It was like a scene straight out of one of those awkward movies.

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Josh's POV

Alright, brace yourselves for a wild ride through the mind of yours truly, Josh, the master of unintentional chaos.

You see, I found myself standing at Bea's door, and let me tell you, it was a fuckery of a situation. But before you go all judgmental on me, let's rewind a bit and get the whole story.

So, there I was, Mr. "Accidental Puncher of the Year," getting the boot from Bea's place because, yes, you guessed it, I somehow managed to deck her by mistake. In my defense, it wasn't intentional—more like a case of terrible timing. And of course, it ended with me being shown the door faster than you could say "ouch."