The Brooks Boys

Chapter Thirty Three

::: I know :( Don't say it! I'm a terrible person D: I know and I'm sorry. I was going to update on Monday, I swear I was, but then I came down with tonsillitis and felt like a turd and turds can't write! Right? So I couldn't :( Please don't throw things at me!!! Anyway enough of my excuses, here's the chapter x :::

The songs for this chapter are:

We Were Evergreen - Penguins and Moonboots.

Victoria Justice & Leon Thomas - Countdown. ( Don't judge me ;) )

Bastille - Overjoyed.

I glide the brush across my cheeks and smile as it leaves a perfect swirl of rosy dust behind. I'm going for the 'natural' look, since Beau's mother is a model and is probably beautiful, judging by the look of her sons.

I don't want to overdo it but at the same time I really want to make a good impression. I've never been asked to meet someone's parents before due to the fact that I had already known Troyes parents from birth and the rest of my relationships had been throughout primary school. Usually, I would imagine that they would meet my parents and be driven away by their nonessential judgement, but not today. Today it's all down to me to make a good first impression and I am determined to succeed in showing off the real me, the side that Beau seems to like.

I pull out my final choice of clothing. A simple blue skater dress with a laced white Peter Pan collar. I take off my bath robe letting the sweet smell of pomegranate body wash fill the room and slip my dress over my head.

"You look beautiful." a voice says from behind me and my natural reflex is to scream at the unknown intruder. As the high sound escapes my mouth I spin around to see Beau.

For Christ's sake. Why can't the boy use a the normal entrance? But then again Beau never acts like a normal person would.

"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?" I scream at him.

He glides forward and places his hand over my mouth.

"Shhh, your dad's in the other room baby." He coos.

"What? How did you-" I push the words through his hands.

"I heard Mozart and Beethoven coming from the bathroom window and just figured that it would be him." He laughs and I roll my eyes at his assumption. It could have been my mother or someone else: Wait, why was he outside my bathroom window?

I shake my head away from his hand to free myself.

"Beau you can't just waltz on in here while i'm half dressed!" I whisper but keep ahold of my stern tone.

"Why? You looked like you needed some help with this zipper." He whispers onto my neck as he places his hands at my lower back.

I can't do anything but watch him in the mirror in front of us. His cold hands sting my back as he smoothly glides them upwards, dragging the zip with them. His delicate hands are removed from my body too soon leaving a wild tingling sensation behind.

"Done." Beau kisses the word onto my neck and I turn to face him, not being able to remove this stunned expression from my face. I can tell that he has noticed, since he is bitting down on his bottom lip to compress his laughter.

Just so much as this tiny gesture has me weak for him and wanting more. If I saw the me now a year ago I'd probably laugh at me too.

"I- I need to do my hair." I stutter and he takes a seat on the edge of my bed.

I slowly begin to straighten my hair, not that it needs it, but I have to do something to pass the time. He came really early and I didn't have enough time to give myself a reassuring pep talk on how his mother won't hate my guts, I hope. The only thing that could be worse than her hating me is if she was anything like my parents. Now that would be a nightmare.