Lost Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [2] ✓

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Beau sighed from his place on his bed, one leg sticking down against the bed while another was bent against his chest. His hazel eyes were staring at the easel in the corner of his room, along with the untouched paints.

It was in moments like these were he thought about Forks. How he missed it but also wished that he didn't have to go back anytime soon. His mother had insisted that he stayed in Phoenix to finish the remainder of his senior year but Beau had refused. Bella was back in Forks, not doing well if Charlie's daily reminders were enough; and though he didn't want to go back, Beau couldn't leave her there alone.

His room in Phoenix was bigger compared to his bedroom in Forks. It was a wider space all around, more airy and free. His bed was pressed in the corner of the left wall, with a few shelves above his head with books and succulents. A dresser was across the room, with a mirror hanging above it and reflecting the paintings on the wall across from it. His easel, which had been a gift for his seventeenth birthday, was in the farthest corner, and seemed to be mocking him.

"Beau?" Renee's voice was chipper as she opened the door after rapping her knuckles against it in a tiny little tune. His mother's face stuck into the crack of the doorway, light brown ringlets of hair crowning her face. "Dinner's ready, baby."

Nodding his head, Beau placed his chin on his knee. Eyes still locked on the easel, and Renee must've followed his line of sight because she moved into the room to block the easel from view.

"You have to get out of this room," She stated, "All of this artificial light is doing nothing but making you stir crazy."

"To be stir crazy, you have to have the desire to want to go outside," Beau replied, and pretended to ignore Renee's fond eye roll.

"Beau," Renee finally said, voice soft. "Baby, come down for dinner, please?"

"Alright," Beau said just to appease her. He'd been worrying his mother enough these days, he could stomach some food and conversation for tonight.

"Alright!" Renee clapped her hands together, smiling wide. "That's the first step! Get you out of your room, and then you'll be begging to go outside in no time."

Beau wanted to tell her that he highly doubted that, but he just smiled politely and watched his mother leave his room. Being clever, she left the door wide open, knowing that if he decided to change his mind and not accompany her and Phil to dinner, he'd at least have to leave his bed to close it again.

Grunting as he uncurled himself from his bed, Beau made his way towards his door. A soft glimmer of hesitance flickered in his bones but he shook it away. He needed to go downstairs and try to be normal again.

Moving down the carpeted stairs with bare feet, Beau turned into the kitchen. Phil was there, moving a few pork chops in a skillet. He smiled welcomingly at Beau, but quickly returned his sights back to cooking the meat.

Beau appreciated the effort on Phil's part. Though he and Beau had never been close, Phil had always made an effort to be nice and understanding about him and Bella's timid attitude around him.

Phil wasn't anything like Charlie, he spoke loudly and expressed all the time just how much he adored Renee. For that reason, Beau was sure that's why his mother had married Phil in the first place - because he was nothing like her silent, broody and shy ex-husband.

Turning into the dining room, Beau watched as his mother was setting the table. Three soft white plates stood on the dark wood table, along with shiny silverwares and blue cloth napkins. Frowning, Beau noticed that his mother was making this dinner a bigger deal than just the normal paper plate and napkins they normally had come dinner time in the past.