Songs for this chapter are:
Noah and the whale - 5 years time.
Ben Pearce - What I might do.
Phoenix - 1901. (This song itself doesn't fit perfectly with the chapter but the lyrics really do, so go a head and listen to the acoustic version if that would be a little better for you. :r )
~Beau's P.O.V~
"Beau?" She whispers, sniffling down the phone. Has she been crying?
"Yeah, hey." I pant, trying to catch my breath.
"Erm Beau are you okay?"
"Yeah baby, I'm fine. I just needed to hear your voice again."
"Why? What's happend?"
"Nothing." I don't need her to worry for me again.
"Tell me." She commands. She's so sexy, even when she doesn't mean to be.
"It's just Jai, being a dick." I confess.
"Oh God, did you do anything to him?" No, but I wish I would have.
"No, no. I called you before I could."
"Really?" She sounds shocked.
"Yeah, y-you. Erm, you calm me down." I admit to her, but would never say it to anyone else.
"Good." Her sniffles are less frequent but I can still hear them through the phone.
"Are you crying?"
"N-no." The soft trembles behind her voice tell me different.
"Yes you are. What's wrong Ellie?" I ask her, for about the fifth time today.
"Nothing I'm okay." She splutters.
"No you're not. If you won't tell me then, I'm coming over!" She giggles at my threat, not knowing that I am one hundred percent serious. I will not have her crying herself to sleep. Not alone anyway.
"Well, am I going to have come over there and make you smile? Because you know I could baby." I tease her.
"Perv." She laughs through the phone.
"You won't be saying that when you're moaning my name under m-"
"Okay, okay! I'll tell you." She puts an end to my little game, pretending that she doesn't love my foul mouth.
She takes in a deep breath before exhaling the words:
"It's Troye."
For fucks sake. It's always Troye, isn't it? Even on the first day we met, it was all about Troye. I thought the little shit would have been erased by now. From her life, that is. But he's still here in all his relevance, never failing to make her upset.
I sigh and she waits patiently for my reaction.
"What now?" I ask, my irritation is seeping through my words.
"He called, twice."
"What did he say?"
"That's the thing. I didn't answer, I'm scared of what he might have said if I did though."
So am I Ellie, so am I.
"I think he may want me back." She says slowly pushing out the words.
I know he fucking wants her back! But he can't have her.
She's mine.
"Ellie, we-"
"I know Beau, but what do I do if he asks?" She reads my mind so well.
I am relieved to know that she understands that we have something here. It may not be an official relationship, but it's something.
"Fuck, Ellie I don't know!" The fact that she is unsure about us makes my blood boil.
"Don't be angry with me please, I need a response."
"But you know exactly what my response will be!" It will be: fuck off Troye, the girl's mine.
"I need to hear you say it Beau." She whispers, but keeps a hold of her serious tone. The combination is almost seductive.
"And I need you, Ellie. More than you could ever know." I tell her. I hope it is enough for her to realise what I'm trying to say. I tried to ask her twice today, but I had been interrupted by her fucking phone on both occasions. If I hadn't been cut off, she would be mine and we wouldn't be having this cringy conversation. Or would we? I wonder, if she was my girlfriend, would she still have to question whether she should be with me or Troye.
God knows. All I know is that I'm planning my next attempt and I will not be interrupted by anyone.
"As I do you." She says, not completely flushing away my paranoid thoughts.
"Good." I say in relief.
"Beau." She stretches out the word, I can tell she's tired.
"Yes Ellie? What is it?"
"Nothing I just wanted to say your name." Her child like innocence is so intriguing.
"And why is that babe?"
"It's a beautiful name." She says sleepily followed by a soft yawn. I chuckle at her dazed state. She seems almost drunk.
"Erm- thanks. I think it's a little bit past your time now baby."
"I'm not a baby! And you can't make me go to bed." She squeals in a childish voice.
"Damn right you're not a baby. You're my baby. And I can make you do whatever I want! Now go to bed." I say using my best 'I'm your father, listen to me!' Voice.
"Make me!" She whines and yawns at the same time.
"Don't push me or I'll have to come over there!" I say and she giggles.
And giggles...
And giggles.
Until she stops.
The delicate sound of her slow breaths replace the cackles. She's asleep. I lay back on my bed and listen to the soft sound for a while.
The sound is so relaxing. It's almost as though she's here, in my bed. Like I could just reach out and touch her, then pull her in and never let go.
Realising that she's still on the phone and not here pulls me away from my day dreams. I pick up my phone and put my mouth to the microphone.
"I wish I could be there. With you." I say softly, hoping that she's too tired to hear my confession of my pathetic need for her to be near me.
"Me too." She whispers back and hangs up quickly.
I sigh and stare at the ceiling. How did my life come to this? I haven't felt, or openly expressed so many feelings in my life. Just a week ago I was this cold, bitter, troubled boy who wouldn't talk to anyone. Not even my own mother. I love her dearly but I have never said it, ever. My daily dialogue only consisted of about five words and two of them were usually 'fuck off'. But all of that is now history. It had been washed away by the new girl, Ellie. The only question is, do I love her? or Am I just in love with her? Should there even be a difference?
Well, my mother always says 'you never know how cold you are until warm water touches your hands' and now I see it. It couldn't be more true in this scenario. She is my warm water. I was so so lost before she came along, so cold. All she had to do was enter the room. With one touch I had been revived. She turned my blood warm again.
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