The Brooks Boys

Chapter Twenty Eight

Songs for this chapter:

Bastille - Sleepsong.

Dan Smith - Irreverence.

Muse - New Born.

~Eleanor's P.O.V~

I hang up the phone and sigh.

"Who was that?" Beau asks.

"Just my dad, he wants me to come home. Like now."

A frown grows across his face as he calls the waitress over for the cheque.

"So what was my question anyway?" I ask, although I'm pretty sure I know what it will be.

"Oh... Just, what made you move here, from England?"

That wasn't what I was expecting.

"I'll tell you in the car." I say bluntly.

I smile up at the waitress as he pays her trying to mask the disappointment behind my eyes. I thought he was going to ask me that question. The one that I'd been waiting for so long to hear. I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I thought he liked me. Well, enough to start a relationship with me. Maybe he's just one of those guys, the ones hat want a relationship without a label. Or maybe it's my fault, if I want a relationship then I should come out and say it, right? What have I got to lose? Nothing. Except Beau.

We leave the restaurant and climb into the car.

"So..." He coaxes.

"Oh yeah. Well I moved here because my parents both got promoted in their job. Their boss said that if they wanted the promotions, they had to move here or the position would be given away. So now we're here." There are a few other reasons, but he doesn't need to know them yet. Not if he is not willing to share his secrets with me.

"Cool. I'm glad you're here." He wraps his free hand around mine.

"Me too."

...

The drive back to my house was short and filled with hardly any conversation.

"Thanks for dinner." I say to Beau, steeping out if the car.

"No problem babe, anytime." I wonder how many girls he calls babe. Or is it just me?

"I'd invite you in but I'm sure my dad's home and he didn't sound too happy on the phone."

"It's fine, just don't let him control you okay? Not just for the sake of me, but for us."

Us? There is no us as far as I'm concerned.

"He's not controlling me, he just wants what's best." I defend my father. A slight sense of frustration is growing inside me and I'm not sure whether it's towards Beau or myself.

"Yeah, what's best." He scoffs. "He probably wants you back there, in England, with him."

"With who?" I scowl, knowing exactly who he's referring to.

"You know who!" He fires back, with a slight flicker of anger behind his eyes. I look up at him, cluelessly.

"Troye, that's who." He sighs, the pure jealousy is clear in his voice. "Well you're not there! You're here, with me. And no, I'll never be Troye, but I do care Ellie. I care about you so much, I'd defend you with my own life if I had to." I can see the flames roaring in his body, his chest is rising at a quicker pace.

I wrap my arms around his neck to close the large gap between us.

"I know Beau, I know. I care for you too. Hopefully my dad will know it too, one day."