Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten - The Party & The After Party.

We reached the room and I leaned on the door, causing it to slam shut. I brought the vodka up with me, this wasn't going to end well.

Sooner or later, we were chatting about everything! We talked about our favourite movies, I watched some of the boys videos (causing me to pee a little), by the time the vodka bottle had finished, we were a little bit drunk, and by a little, I meant a LOT.

We went onto the topic of, us. And once again, for the second time of the night, it was the drink talking.

"EVERYTIME I look at you, I wanna kiss you, those eyes, THOSE EYES, are the light of my life!" What the f*ck was I talking about? I sounded stupid as f***, and I was now telling him what was going on in my head when I see him.

"Well Bell, hahahaha that rhymed!" We both broke into hysterics. This is what drink does, especially vodka. "No, serious Bells, I really feel like we have grown a relationship over these couple of months. I love you." What the F*ck.! He just used the words, the words that changed lives when first in relationships! I stayed serious, I didn't smile, I had a blank expression, "HAHAHAHAHAA, you should have seen the look on your face! You looked like you saw a ghost!" I hated him!

There was no way he was being serious anyway, he wouldn't say that unless we were dating, even if he'd had a drink.

I smacked him in the arm, really hard, he continued laughing, I then slapped him again... In the face, really hard.

He stopped laughing straight away, and looked up at me, "you don't ever speak to me like that again, EVER!" Wow, I was so drunk you wouldn't believe, I wasn't even upset, probably a bit gutted he wasn't telling the truth, but definitely not 'slapping someone' sadness.

"I'm sorry Bella, want me to kiss you better?" He smirked, that didn't even make sense, but I chuckled. He leaned in again, but this wasn't right, he was drunk and so was I, so this wasn't 'first kiss' atmosphere.

I slapped him harder. What the hell has gotten over me, I was slapping him like there was no tomorrow.

He stared at me, and we both burst into laughter. Again, the affects of alcohol people.

We both hugged for ages, and lay on the bed, still in each others arms. I started crying, I was really happy, so happy tears fell down my face, smudging my mascara onto his loose very white tank top.

We were still lay down, and he looked at me crying. "Wow, I didn't think my words hurt you that much, are you okay?" I smiled, "happy tears Beau, don't worry." He squeezed me tighter, and we stayed there for a while, before we fell into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, I felt the sun beaming in from the gap in the curtain, into my eyes. My head was banging with pain, and I remembered what happened last night, I remember coming up to my room with a bottle of vodka, and... Beau. I glared to my right, he was next to me. From what I could see; he was shirtless, nothing else. I looked under my covers, I was fully clothed, phew! We just stayed in the same bed. Nothing happened.

I wondered how Luke was feeling, he was even worse than me and Beau, and we had almost a full bottle of vodka between the two of us. I picked up my phone, and dialled 4, Luke was saved as number four on my speed dial considering I ring him a lot.

He answered after about the third ring. "Hello?" A deep voice whispered down the phone. "Morning sunshine!" I teased, shouting down the phone. "Gosh, Bells please don't shout, I can barely hear myself think.." He was too grouchy for my liking. I needed to speak to him urgently, about what happened the previous night.