It's not always Black and White

Love, Laughter, and Unexpected Twists

Bea's POV

Looking at Josh, surrounded by all these people who care about me, I realise that I love him. Like, really love him.

Anyway, back to the "I have something to tell you" moment. I can practically feel the tension in the room as I clear my throat. "Josh, there's something I need to say."

He's all ears, looking at me like I'm about to drop a bombshell. I take a deep breath and spill my guts out – about how I was scared he'd break my heart, how I wanted to be with him without all the confusion of an open relationship. I'm baring my soul here, and he responds with a flirty quip.

"Guess I'll have to cancel those plans with Melanie," he says, that mischievous grin playing on his lips.

I laugh, unable to resist the infectious charm he's always had. And then, without hesitation, I lean in and kiss him. It's this sweet, tender moment, like something out of a romance movie, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"I love you," I say, the words slipping out like a secret I've been dying to share.

He smiles back, his eyes locking onto mine. "I love you too, Bea."

But then, just when things are getting all heartfelt and serious, enter Hugo. And let's just say, his timing is nothing short of impeccable.

"So, this was all fake, huh?" he exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

I look at him, utterly confused. "What? What are you talking about?"

Hugo gives me this look, like he's just solved a great mystery. "Bea, yesterday, after we fucked you're the one that told me I'm the only one who makes you feel this way."

Oh no, oh no, oh no. This is not happening. Josh is staring at me, Hugo is staring at me, and I'm seriously considering whether I can just sink into the hospital bed and disappear.

"I... I don't know what to say," I mumble, putting my head in my hands.

At this point, the only logical thing I can think to do is ring the bell on my hospital bed. Maybe, just maybe, the doctor can prescribe me a dose of temporary death.

But instead I find myself face to face with Hugo, his smug expression poking at my last nerve. Something about his presence just grates on me, like a bad itch I can't scratch. But I'm not backing down – not now, not ever.

I grab his shirt and pull him close, our faces so near it's as if the air between us is charged with tension. My voice drips with equal parts anger and determination as I lay it all out. "You need to stay the hell away from my life, Hugo."

He raises an eyebrow, his arrogance practically radiating. "Oh, really? And why's that?"

I take a deep breath, pushing aside the annoyance that's threatening to bubble over. "Because everything I said to you was just to massage your ego. I needed a boost, and you were right there."

His scoff is practically a punch to the gut. "Wasn't that good anyway."

My eyes narrow, and I can't help but let a smirk tug at my lips. "Funny, you didn't seem to think that when you were practically begging for round two."

Josh, ever the unexpected addition to the scene, giggles beside me.

I shoot Hugo one last glance, a mix of defiance and dismissal, before turning my attention back to Josh. He's looking at me with a mixture of amusement and affection, and it's like the chaos of the outside world just fades away.

"Let's get you out of here and into my bed," he says with that trademark mischievous grin.

I can't help but chuckle at his suggestion. "And what makes you think your bed is better?"