Raining on the Bad Boy

Taking Off

#1 draft 15/01/17

Here it is. This is the last chapter. I actually had a tear in my eye when I wrote this last chapter. I felt like this was a good way to end it and I really hope you will enjoy it! Another chapter will be posted tomorrow with more details ;) I love you all to the moon and back and thank you so so so much for everything person who reads this chapter. (More of that tomorrow)

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Warren's P.O.V

"Slow the fvck down and unbunch your panties!" Beatrice pants from behind me, her voice mingling with the sound of the wheels of her suitcase.

I laugh at her and walk back, taking her two big bags. She smiled up sweetly at me in thanks.

It had been 4 months since I had given Bea her plane tickets. Surprisingly, everything had turned out the way I planned... better. Beatrice had packed and unpacked her bags 272 times and had bought tonnes of maps and books in holland and Europe.

I hadn't bought any return tickets back because I wanted to give Bea the spontaneity that she desired. Hence, the repacking her bag.

If I'm completely honest, I had been waiting for something to go wrong. There has been nothing accept Bea's craziness... which, to me, is the spice for the curry of life.

We would miss our graduation. One major down fall to my plan but Beatrice apparently, 'didn't give a shit on a stick'. But we had both passed with flying colours, the future was wide open for us.

We had just arrived at the airport... 30 minutes later than I had planned. We already saw Jamie, Becca, my mom and Jason standing and waiting at the check in point, in order to say goodbye to us right at the gate.

Beatrice's Mom and brother were walking ahead of us without the burden of a suitcase, intending on doing the same.

Once we all convened in the spot before we entered the airport itself we stood in a circle. Everyone's eyes on Bea and me.

"Is all of this really necessary? They're only going to Europe, they're not dying" Jason half groans. My mother playfully hits him on the shoulder before turning to me, looking me straight in the eye.

I won't deny that my mother hasn't always done her best at protecting Jason and me from the antipathy that our 'father' has subjected us to all of these years. However, I had lost my twin... but she had also lost her son.

I had heard her arguing with him last night, saying that he should make amends  with me before I leave with Bea. Frankly, I'm not sure that I would have given him the forgiveness even if he had wanted it.

I smile at her and her eyes crease at the sides as they become glassy and slightly reluctant.

"Alright, can we just get this over with then so I can get away from all of these people, we're going to miss our flight," Beatrice says playfully, moving towards Becca and throwing here arms around her neck.

I move to give my mother a tender hug, followed by a rough pat on the shoulder from my brother. When I get to Jamie I do feel a slight stone in my throat. He looks at me with the slanted smile that has been familiar to me since I was 8 years old and puts out a hand for me to shake.

I frown in confusion before reaching my hand out too, only to he tugged harshly into a bone-crushing hug. I laugh strained against him but hush when Jamie grumbles wistfully in my ear, "we didn't do too badly did we, man."

My smile broadens at his words and I look over his shoulder at Beatrice punching her brother on the arm and laughing with him playfully, snorting inelegantly but in a way that makes my body feel light and airy.

"No, we didn't." I reply before leaning away and saying my final goodbyes.

Beatrice's POV

"Oh there's an amazing walk along the canals that'll lead us down to the Anne Frank Haus which will be lit up with fairy lights-" I begin rambling excitedly as we sit on the plane before we take off but am rudely interrupted by Warren snatching the travel leaflet out of my hands and looking it over.

I reach over him but he leans away so that it is out of my reach and he has a smug smile on his handsome face. He then pretends to actually read the leaflet, as if he knows anything about the place we are going.

"Ooh, forget about fairy lights, how about the red light district?" He drawls, mischief evident in his voice.

I laugh out loud at his comment and earn a few disapproving looks from people around us. Warren laughs quietly with me, slightly more aware of our surroundings before looking at me fondly.

This, as it always does, leads to him moving his hand to the back of my neck and him pulling me towards him, firmly but slowly, so that my mouth meets his.

The warmth that comes from his lips sends a shock of happiness through my whole body and I smile against his lips.

We part slowly but before I open my eyes again Warren whispers near my face, "I have something for you which I think you'll be happy to see."

I move away and open my eyes, cocking my head to the side in confusion. Hadn't he done enough?

However, when he pulls out a crumpled envelope with familiar, messy handwriting I realise that this was not something Warren had arranged.

"Before he went to England he knew I was doing this. He told me to give you this on the plane before we leave because it needed to be timed perfectly." He says gently, passing the envelope to me.

I open it up slowly, feeling at ease with even a slight presence of the person that I had been so dearly missing lately - Ollie.

Inside the envelope was a letter which had been marred by scrawled handwriting. I could barely sit still at the anticipation for Ollie's words, I could almost hear him reading it himself.

Beatrice Wakefield,
Although you call me a smart ass and I always seem to have the ability to find the right words to say, it appears I am stumbling now.

I am struggling due to the sheer quantity of things I want to say, but I would rather keep this short.

I have - no doubt - been video chatting you non-stop since I left but the thought of not watching comedy with you, or nearly being killed by your driving, or trying to understand your love of everything, makes my heart break a little.

You are indescribable.

As soon as I met you and you began telling me tales about the books you had read, I knew I had found a life long friend in you.

I know that you will do great things because you have a quality that very few people possess - you do not wait for anything. You will not spend your time waiting to do what you want with your life because you understand that life is short.

I hate to be cringey but I think we both know it's so late for that, so I'd just like to say:

You are selfless. You are stubborn. You are intelligent. You are delusional. You are unique. You are human. You are everything that I aim to be and everything that the world deserves... so it would be selfish of me to keep you to myself.

If Warren listened carefully to me you should be on the plane right now. We are starting our lives. This is the time we have dreamed about.

When that plane takes off you will allow yourself to be completely content and do everything in your power to make yourself the happiest you can be. When that plane takes off, the story of Beatrice does not end. No. when that plane takes off the story of Beatrice begins, and you are the author.
Ollie.

With tears pooling in my eyes and a blissful air I set down the paper and entwine my hand with Warren's resting on top of his knee.

I squeeze tightly and when he looks over and notices the mass of emotions clouding my features he squeezes back.

And with that, the thrum of the plane comes alive believe us... and we prepare to take off.

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