The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty Six

The songs for this chapter:

Panic! At the disco - The Ballad of Mona Lisa. (This song is in reference to Yolanda, not Ellie.)

Thirty Seconds To Mars - The kill. (Bury me.)

(^That wasn't an authors note telling you to bury me by the way. It's the alternative name for the song :'). I'd rather you guys not bury me thanks, but if you're into that kind of stuff...)

~Ellie's P.O.V~

"So you don't think Beau looks like a Dorito? Not even just a little?" Yolanda asks and I shake my head trying to draw my focus onto the lovely looking food in front of me.

My annoyance is growing too large to ignore and I really wish I was as impolite as Beau, so I could have said no when she asked us to sit with her and her new 'boyfriend'.

How could this even happen? How could I be so oblivious to my surroundings to not notice that one of my best friends is back with his devilish ex. The same ex that has willingly sabotaged me and my friends multiple times.

Yet still I force the cold feel of hatred towards Luke down. It's not his fault that he can't seem to part from her. I guess love is love.

I really thought that what he shared with Esme could never be broken. Not by the likes of Yolanda anyway. But I guess I was wrong.

I can't say that I know how Luke feels but I do know that due to the way I feel now, I think I'd be able to forgive Beau, no matter what he'd do.

I shove a couple of chips into my mouth in order to distract myself and to also use my full mouth as an excuse not to engage in conversation.

Not that Beau and I are relevant to them in this conversation. They just keep cuddling and talking among themselves which is something that Beau and I should be doing but he seems upset. Angry even. Every time Yolanda offers him wine his jaw clenches and I can see his fingers gripping onto the table top. Im not old enough to drink so there would be no point in offering me a glass of alcohol but she still asks, being the exasperating person that she is.

"So are you feeling a little better now Ellie? Beau said you were feeling home sick." Yolanda asks. Why is she being so nice to me lately?

"Yeah a little. I wasn't really homesick, as such. I just missed the cobbled streets a bit. But I'm fine honestly." I didn't even know that Beau thought I was feeling like that. The truth is, my glum looks and responses to Britain are not because of the fact that I miss the place. It's that the place has too many memories. Memories that are to bulky to fit under the rug.

But telling them that is much too much effort for the moment. So lying is the next best thing.

"That's good." Luke smiles and Beau shifts in his seat.

He hasn't said much all night and he seems extremely agitated. But I can't blame him. The night was going great until now. Some great first date this is.

I've tried to distract him by joining our hands under the table but he always seems to float away. I hope I've said nothing to upset him.

Yolanda's the one calling him a Dorito, not me.

"You okay?" I mouth discreetly at him and he nods his head.

"If you'll excuse me," Beau coughs uncomfortably and removes himself from the table. I try to look at him as he leaves towards the toilet in hopes that I'll be able to read his expression but he avoids my eye contact.

"Well maybe he just doesn't like the taste of fish and chips?" Luke laughs giving me a sympathetic smile.

I return the gesture and focus on my plate. I knew a nice dinner with my boyfriend that consisted of no interruptions sounded way too good to be true.