Wildflower: Janoskian Fanfiction

Chapter 17

MOLLY POV

I woke up the next morning unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to apologize to Beau, and part of me wanted to punch him in the throat for not listening last night. What about Luke? What did  he mean by "he's probably talking to a million other girls right now"? I couldn't get my mind off it all. I looked out my bedroom window, at the house that contained the most incredible, and most confusing, guy I've ever connected with.

What about me telling him I love him? Did I really? I wanted to blame the confession on a last ditch effort to get him to listen. I didn't feel in love. This felt too unstable to be love. I thought love was suppose to be walking on the beach, holding hands and all that corny shit they have in Nicolas Sparks novels, not all this bull going on between him, his brother and I. But we have had some amazing times together, like the dressing room. I laughed at the memory. That was just yesterday, and it felt like years ago. Speaking of which, I had 15 days left I Australia. It sounds so short when I put it like that. I began to feel like I lived here.

Jacob was over at the writers house this morning. Apparently they're having a hell of a time trying to bring this character to life in their screenplay. This has been the 3rd night he's spent over there. Next time I visit, I'm making sure he's between projects.

I looked out of the window, picturing the Janoskians barreling in like they did my first day here, saving us from my own mess. Wow, they were incredible.

I began to miss Beau terribly. I pictured him next to me in the hospital, with such an ugly burn across his stomach, but showing no sign of weakness. He fascinated me in that way.

Then I pictured me and all four of the other Janoskians, huddled around James' cell phone and me hearing what Beau really thought, or at least what he thought he thought. "I've got girls throwing me their goddamn thongs on stage!" I remembered that quote with disgust. What if those were one of the girls Luke was talking about?

Would I still love him if I weren't the only one in his life? Did I love him at all? Maybe I did love him, if not as a boyfriend, than maybe how a victim loves the hero, thankfully, with appreciation and indebted sense of love. He told me at the river, that he still has the wildflowers I picked him. They're in his room, on his bedside table, so that he can look at them everynight and think of how much I care for him. They had to dying by now.

I started thinking about Luke. How could he have kissed me and me not know it? Was he lying? If he was lying about that, than could be lying about the other girls? He had to be lying. He just had to. I never kissed him! Beau sure thought I had. Fuck Beau. Then I started thinking about the creek. I shook my head, No! A different kind of "Fuck Beau." My life though....

Luke. I need to talk to him. Like now. I pulled out my phone, dialing in his number.

LUKE POV

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Molly. I could tell that this was about to get hella awkward.

Beau was still in his room. It was almost noon and we hadn't heard him stir since last night. We let him sleep though, figuring he had the roughest night out of all of us.

Jai and I were sitting in the living room, eatting some toaster pastries for breakfast. Skip and James would be coming over later to film another video, provided that Beau feels better. We really didn't know what we were doing.

I knew this conversation would get awkward though. Jai said that I had brought it up randomly while Beau and Molly were kissing. I really know how to cock block apparently.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Luke, we need to talk about last night." She was firm and serious. Definately not in the mood to joke around.

"Alright. What did you want to say?" I continued.

"You lied about us kissing, and now Beau won't talk to me!" She sounded really angry now.

I took a deep breath, preparing for this confession. Jai was looking at me intently, listening to every word.

"I kissed you while you were sleeping. That's what I was talking about last night. You didn't notice." I felt foolish, and kind of creepy admitting to this. I mean when guys kiss girls while they sleep in movies, it's all adorable, but apparently in real life it makes you a creeper. Well, I guess there were some unconsidered facts involved, like me barely knowing her and stuff....I'm a creeper.

"While I was sleeping, Luke? Really?" She said in utter disbelief. She didn't even sound as mad as she was perplexed.

"Hey, you had been crying all evening and I was getting a soft spot for you! I can't help it!" I tried to defend myself to the best of my abilities.

"That was really sweet of you. I don"t think I ever thanked you for that." She spoke honestly. I didn't need thanking for it though. I would have done it either way.

"It's no problem, Molly. But hey, Beau is really torn up over here. You should probably talk to him." The last sentence was hard to choke out. He didn't deserve her in the least, but she wanted him, and she deserves everything she wants.

"Is he really?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, he is. He's pretty heart broken."

There was silence for a couple of seconds.

"I have another question, Luke."

"Shoot."

"Last night after you said you kissed me, you said that Beau was talking to several different girls other than just me. I've been really bothered by it, and I want to know whether that was a drunkards tale or a legit thing."

I didn't want to answer this question. I could either answer it completely truthfully, get myself even more tangled in their mess, and then suffer another incident with Beau, or I could lie and sit back and watch him break her heart, like he had with so many others. 

Then she spoke again. "Luke?"

"Hey, sorry. No, that was not true. Just another drunkards tale..."

"Oh, okay." I don't think she honestly believed me.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Is Beau okay?"

"He's fine. Well not fine, actually he's kind of a wreck." I answered

"Should I come over?"

"It probably wouldn't hurt..."

Another pause lingered in the air. Then she spoke. "I'll be over in a few," and hung up.

I tossed the phone to the side, and looked up at Jai, who was looking at me.

"You know, he doesn't deserve her, right?" I asked him, feeling like my world was flipped upside down.

"Yeah, I know, mate. Life isn't always fair." I looked at him and nodded.

"Atleast it's not just me that feels that way." I leaned back, looking out the window to Molly's house. I wish I were the one that saved her, maybe then it would be different.