Beatrice

(8.) Happy

II person POV

You woke up looking a mess. The sleep you had was close to nothing. You couldn't sleep, you felt like you and Paul got off on a bad note. The only thing you could remember was punching him.

'Did Louis crash at my place?' You thought to yourself, getting up from you bed and stretching. You then head downstairs to see Louis sleeping on your couch. You sigh.

"Louis? Louis!" You say, walking closer to the couch. Tapping him.

"Yeah, yeah, what?" Louis sasses, shooting up and looking at you annoyed. You return that same facial expression back to him.

"Why you lookin' like that? What you doin' in my house, you got your own house." You sass back, crossing your arms and fixing your robe.

"You sleep at our house and eat our food, Bea. What you coming at me for?  But its not like hey want me at that house anyway, especially not Mawma." Louis says, getting sadder when he speaks about Mawma. You sigh, starting to know what the problem is.

"Louis, what happened?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"Mawma said that I mustve said something to paul to get him to, y'know." Louis said looking at the floor, shaking his head. Your face scrunches in confusion and disgust.

"Mawma's just acting a fool. She's so focused on losing some son she's forgetting that she could lose the other as well." You say, getting up and walking back upstairs to your room.

"Get dressed, Louis...er just do yourself up, you look a mess. Let's go get something to eat. It'll get your mind off of...all this until the funeral." You tell Louis.

Louis gets up and goes to your downstairs bathroom. He had no change of clothes so he just brushed his teeth with a toothbrush he left at your house. Washed his face and ironed his clothes he slept with to wear them again.

Once you guys left, you both went to a breakfast restaurant that cooked amazing food. You liked their hash browns and Louis liked their scrambled eggs.

Once you guys left the restaurant, you and Louis ran errands. He checked on the Fair Play Saloon, you checked up on your hair salon. And as time passed the funeral got closer and closer, so you guys went separate ways to get dressed.

When you walk up to your door, you see a package. You don't remember ordering anything, but the box had your name on it. You quickly bring it inside and shut the door behind you with your foot.

As you walk with the package you scoff. You could feel the item moving around. 'They clearly didn't care about keeping this shit secure.' You think to yourself. You put the package on your couch and head upstairs to put your funeral attire on.

You put on a loose black dress, black stocking, black flats, black gloves, and you put your locs back into a low bun. You also put on a head dress with mesh that hung down and covered some of your face.

You forgot to ask Louis where the funeral was being held, so you called his house. "Hello?" Louis answered.

"Hi, Louis. Where do I go for the funeral." You ask. He gives you the details and you write them down. You hang up the phone and rush out of your house.

When you get to the street where Louis to told you to go, you see a huge group of people dressed in black holding a casket. You see Louis in the group and walk up to him. He notices you and smiles a little bit.

You two make small talk, but you and Louis' smiles drop when you guys hear Lestat say "My condolences" to you guys, taking off his hat.

"Not here." Louis says, glaring at Lestat then looking back infront of him.