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Beau Brooks Imagine #24

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#24

"JUULLIIEE!" you hear the shrill sing sang voice of your mother, dread cursing through your veins as you sigh heavily and with annoyance. Without any kind of will or happiness, you make your way down from your room to the living room area to greet your guests. You HATE it when you have other people over, not because you are an anti-social person (despite your mother's beliefs), but because you hate having to act all sweet, homey, happy family with your parents in front of others, when the truth is, you just aren't. You are your mum have never seen eye to eye and probably never will. She thinks of you as a broody, grungy and lippy teenager who hates the world, when really, you are just too agitated by your parents to speak to them most of the time. Anyways, your mother uses every chance she gets to make you sound like an absolute nightmare in front of others, pulling out all the stops to embarrass you and ensure you will not stop blushing or feeling EXTREMELY uncomfortable all night. What's even worse is that tonight, you are having your crush's family, the Brooks clan, over. You really need everything to go smooth. The last thing you want is for your mum or dad to talk about how hard they have it with you and how impossibly horrible you are to be around and distinguish any kidn of lust Beau may or may not harbour for you. So, you put on your best fake smile, sit up straight, ask politely for the potatoes and nod along to everyone's conversation to seem interested and involved. So far, so good. However, it of course doesn't take long for your mum to start slagging you off with you sitting right across from her. "Well Julie can be SO difficult sometimes. I honestly don't know WHAT to do with her or where I went wrong. One moment, she is this sweet, cute little girl, and then, this happens" she gestures over to you, mid chew, your eyes darting between the six pairs of eyes, staring back at you. "Mum, I'm not even that bad" you murmur, starting to flush furiously already. So much for it going good..... "Well, I mean it's true, Julie. Your father agrees. You are always in your room doing God knows what, chained to your laptop and eating. Always eating." She turns tp Gina, Beau's mum, and says blatantly: "You know, i've offered her a million times to take her to the gym or help her make a healthier diet plan, she'd lose so much weight..." That's when you decide you've had enough. You drop your cutler with a clang, ripping the cloth from your lap and storming out of the room, glaring hatefully at your mother. "Julie? JULIE! Get back here, we have guests!" she yells after you, but you couldn't give less of a fuck. She has crossed the line, once again making an idiot of you in front of not only Gina, Jai and Luke, but BEAU, the boy you've been crushing on for months! Fury seizes through you as you march into your room, tearing open the window and climbing out onto the roof, sitting on the shingles like you so often do. The fresh, cool, autumn air helps cool down your hot and bothered skin, easing you into a calmer state. As usual, once the anger has faded away, you are left with this empty, sad feeling. Why can't they just love and accept me? you wonder. They always ask why I never come out of my room, but why should I if every time i'm around them, all they do is insult me and make me feel like shit? You stare off into the distance, watching the sun sink behind the distant city sky scrapers, letting out a huff of general frustration. "You ok?" a voice comes from behind, causing you to almost fall off the roof. "Jesus! Have you never heard the saying don't blind side a girl on a roof?" you chastise Beau as he climbs out and sits next to you. "Sorry" he grins. You wave it off, not in the mood for speaking. You don't have to say anything, you've already been humiliated enough by your mother for Beau to not think of you in that way. "You shouldn't take what she says too seriously you know, I don't think she means to hurt you" Beau pipes up after a while, glancing side ways at you. "Oh, she means it alright" you snort, not returning his eye contact, but feeling weak nevertheless under his curious gaze. "No, seriously. She is you mum, she loves you" he assures you. "Then why does she keep saying things to put me down all the time? Why does she make me feel horrible about myself, like i'm fat and ugly and undeserving of anything good in the world?" you ask quietly, amazed at how bitter you sound. "I'm sure that's not how she means to make yo feel. But you know, Julie, you are beautiful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise" Beau replies, his eyes caring and soft as he cups your cheek, giving you a crooked smile as you finally meet his eyes. "And why would I believe you over my mother?" you ask him. "Because," he shrugs, moving in just a little bit closer. "I'm all knowing." With that, his lips move towards yours until they meet in a warm and affectionate kiss, this keeps going until you wrap your arms around beaus neck to deepen the kiss, His lips still have a faint salty taste but they feel smooth and pillowy against your own, as they move in perfect sync, his hands still gently holding your face in them. "AND i'm always right" he adds in a confident tone, his mouth twitched into a smirk as he pulls away, causing you to return his smile.