Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

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Paige wasn't sure of the events that happened for the rest of that night, all that she could really remember was changing into Skip's shirt, and waking up the next day in it. Their bodies were entangled, and they seemed to cling onto each other. But it was like morphine, she had been so high and loved up and away from the pain that last night just kind of seemed to spin itself, but when the morphine wore off she felt the hurt and pain all over again. Her mind was conflicted between her love of Beau and her new found love for Skip as well. And as she saw from the low window, the bridge was only covered with a thin sheet of water, which meant that sometime today, she would have to face them both, and the thing she feared more then anything, the truth.

She slowly sat up, trying her best not to wake Skip up so she could think about everything that had happened. But he wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her back close to him. Shrugging him off, she ran for the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. She downed it in one, trying to recall anything that had happened the night before. She heard a groan come from Skip, and he stumbled into the kitchen.

“Morning beautiful.” He groaned, trying to force his voice through a wave of tiredness. He made his way over to her, and she froze, unsure what to do. He gave her a warm, loving hug. She tried to shudder him off but he was so strong that it didn't even occur to her. When he finally released, she checked her phone for any messages.

Beau <3- Answer your calls, babe x

Beau <3- Beautiful, how are you x

Beau <3- Is there something wrong? X

Beau <3- Alright, I'll come and get you if you want? And we can talk about it them?

Beau <3- I haven't been able to sleep all night, not know that you're OK :(

Beau <3- Please talk to me

'You have 20 missed calls from 'Beau <3''

Her breath caught her, and she knew straight away who she really loved. And although she felt guilty, and despised herself for the events that she was sure had happened last night, she couldn't loose Beau. She quickly called him, giving Skip no answers to the millions of questions he asked, feeling sick at the sound of Beau's loving voice. They exchanged no information of their discoveries, only making sure that they were both ok. They arranged to meet an hour later at the Brooks house, where they could give out the information of their discoveries. Just as she was about to lock her phone, she received another text.

Unknown- Your red hot, on fire. You and Beau should be nicknamed 'Beau and Arrows'. Oh wait, that's right, your a filthy, dirty cheater. Maybe I'll just have to get both of them. Oh well, I can add them to my collection.

She swallowed her guilt, and turned around to Skip's cursing.

“What's wrong with you!?” Paige exclaimed, a little too violently.

“I was trying to cook you breakfast.” Skip told her, pouting. He looked so adorable, so adorable that it made her sick. Everything he did brought back the memory of last night, well, the kiss, that was all she could remember.

“Skip... We need to talk about last night.” Her voice shook as she spoke. “It was...” Skip cut her off excitedly before she could finish her sentence.

“Wonderful, amazing ,fate?”

“A mistake.” Paige butted harshly.

“A...” Skip's mouth opened and closed but he couldn't form a sentence.