What A Catch.

Chapter 57

Pov Beth

I manage to drag myself to the sofa. With only a few hours left I may aswell spend them with my friends.

I slump down, leaning on Petes shoulder.

"Where am I going to live? I literally own nothing. The house is my dads, as well as most of the stuff inside it. I need to grab it before I become homeless." I say.

"Stay with me and the guys." Pete says quietly, "Ill help you collect your stuff and you can live with me. Its going to be okay."

I look up at him and fake a smile. "Thanks." I whisper.

"Wait a second. Are we not going to talk about how Caspar basically turns up, when he was meant to be in jail, and kills a fucking guy? He then says some mysterious apology to Beth and then skips off, probably forever..." I hear Mikey say, part of the other conversation going on.

Patrick sits quietly next to me, I turn to him and ask if he is okay.

"Look, youre worse off, we should be paying attention to you." He says.

I cut him off, "no, but she left you so suddenly."

"But then she... You know."

"Patrick, you thought she was the one."

He finally gives in, "yeah, thats why I was so lenient with what she was doing and saying. I was in love with the idea of love. You two look so happy and I wanted that."

I pull Patrick into a hug. "You will find love soon, they may be really close."

"I hope." He whispers.

I decide to cover up the tear stains and the red marks on my face. I wanted a picture with Mcr before they left.

I pose with them, in the centre. Pete takes a few pictures and I grin.

We decide, as only an hour remains, that now would be a good time for goodbyes.

I first go and talk to Gerard.

"This has been a fucking wild ride." I say, "its been so cool hanging with you, buddy."

"Nobody says buddy," he says, punching my arm lightly, "but its been nice experiencing experiences with you. You are still hot as hell and those kind of experiences were mad, if you know what I mean." He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh.

"What ever." I grab him into a hug.

"Looser." He whispers into my ear.

"Idiot." I reply, letting him go.

Before I know it, I am saying goodbye to Frank.

"Frank, you are mad." I say.

"Well. What a surprise." He jokes, "also, Im sorry about... You know..."

"It doesnt matter. Well it does... But not now, not for another hour."

"Thats good." He grabs me into a hug.

He is just shorter than me, "you are short, arent you?"

"Piss off."

I finally say goodbye to Mikey.

"Good luck, Beth. I see you can handle this... You know, youre a strong and, Pete is a lucky man."

"Thanks Mikey, I hope the best for you and the band. Good luck finding a new band mate."

"Itll be easy to find someone... I hope."

I grin, pulling him into a hug.

"Time to go killjoy crew!" Gerard shouts.

I wave goodbye as they leave out of the door, back home.

Patrick reapears with his suitcase.

"Lets go!" He says, keenly.

I nod, grabbing my bag and following the guys out of the door.

I lean my head on Pete when I get to the car, and, since I am exausted in all senses of the word, I quickly fall asleep.

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I lift up my head, expecting to be in the slowly trundling car. My eyes are greeted with a large room. The walls are white but the items in the room are black. The centre and back of the room house the giant bed that I am lying in. To my left, two doors, both open slightly. One is a walk in closet, I guess, the other is a large white bathroom, although I cant see much.

I must be in Guys apartment...

My bag is on the floor and I leave it there, passing into the bathroom.

I wash my face and apply some makeup. Mumbling, I leave the room, looking vaguely presentable.

After making the bed I walk outside. The halls are white and confusing. I turn and look down one way, it turns a corner, as does the other hall.

I take a wild guess, walking down to my right. There are several rooms on each side before I hear people laughing and talking. I push a large door and sneak inside. Everyone looks really clean. Patrick turns to me, adjusting his fedora.

"Sleeping beauty awakes!" Pete shouts, walking up to me. He grabs me into a hug, "how you feeling babe?"

"Im alive, so not too shabby." I say.

"Thats always good." I hear Joe say.

"We made lunch! Well, we stopped Pete from cooking... Joe too... Andy wasnt here..." Patrick says.

"Patrick cooked." Joe stops Patrick from worrying himself.

I sit down in the leather seat, high off the ground, at the tall work top.

Patrick slides over, dropping a plate in front of me. A scrambled egg, toast, sausages... The whole British breakfast.

"Wow." I whisper, "who would of thought you to be so good at cooking? No offence."

"None taken, you havent tried it." He says back at me.

I take a fork and shovel a huge amount of food into my mouth.

"I dont know whether its your cooking or the fact that I havent eaten in like... 2 days. But this is so good." I say, mouth full.

He blushes, "Why, thanks." 

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WOW GUYS

WHAT

IM SORRY

WHAT

okay. People die okay.

Sorry.

But. After writing this I realised that I missed out Casey and she disappeared.

Lemme work on that.