Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Labrinth

 “I think we do.” Skip replied. He sat on the other couch facing Beau. “I'm sorry.”

“Me too.” Beau replied. The room was silent for a while, they didn't know what to say to each other. They had no idea how to resolve this.

“Paige made you do this didn't she?” Beau nodded. “Well..”

“Why did you sleep with her?” Beau asked. He knew he should be angry, but he just wasn't. Maybe it was because he knew that Skip would never really have Paige.

“I don't know. I think she was just there, it sounds bad but it's true. I just, did it. I didn't really think about it. I didn't think about how much it was going to hurt you. I liked her for so long, probably before you even did. Not in an I love you way, but you know, the other way...” He trailed off, not to make Beau angrier.

“I don't forgive you yet.” Beau told him. “But you need to come to New York with us. You went to soccer camp with me the same year Sam did. We're having a farewell in New York. And all of the soccer boys are riding together.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Everyone nominated me to.” Skip laughed.

“I'll come.” Skip told him. “I liked Sam.”

“We all did.” Beau told him.

“Are we cool?” Skip asked him.

“Enough.” Beau told him.

“Good, because I didn't want to get kicked out of the Janoskians.”

“Bro, that would never happen.”

“Bro?” Skip smiled hopefully.

“Don't get used to it.” Beau laughed back.

Paige took a deep breath backstage. She knew the killer was in the next room. Danny Sears. She read the name tag over and over again on the front of the door. She knew she couldn't convict him without good reason. She smoothed over her white body con dress with black detailing. Her hair was teased and voluminous to the max. And even though she was caked in make-up, she felt so insecure. Not insecure in the sense that she looked bad, she knew the make-up artists were excellent. Insecure because she knew what she had to do in this interview. And insecure because she knew what would happen after she did it.

“Paige Arrows and Danny Sears, whenever you're ready.” A stagehand called. Taking a deep breath, Paige stepped onto the stage, not waiting for Danny because she was so afraid of him. She didn't want him to get angry at her. She didn't want to think about what would happen when we found out.

Danny ran behind her, pulling her back by the waist. Her fists clenched beside her as her arms remained rigid by her side. She was so terrified and on edge that something small and romantic scared her.

“Not waiting for me?” Danny asked, his wide smile continuing to stay plastered on his face.

“Evidently not.” She replied, walking faster.

“Can you at least try to be interested in me?” He asked. She looked into his brown eyes, and although Beau's were warm and melting like liquid chocolate, his were cold and hard.

“No.” She told him. “Not off camera, not if I don't have to.” She whisked her hand away from his. He sat down next to her, but their host (an underground interviewer called Hal Jones who was trying to make it big in the interviewing industry) had not made his way on stage yet. Paige had to admit, Hal was pretty funny. And his stage was as comfortable as she could be sat next to the man who killed her love.