The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fifty Four

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The songs for this chapter:

Bastille - Skulls.

Bastille - No angels.

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~ Beau's P.O.V ~

I lean on the gate in exhaustion, watching the sea of sweaty teens sweep by.

I spent most of the day trying to explain almost everything to James, Although I'm sure that I told Jai to do that. He was probably too fucking scared.

I don't know what's gotten into him lately. One minute he's tottering around, being the cute but annoying little twat that he is but then he'll switch. He'll lurk right up to his room and stay there for almost hours, doing God knows what. Sometimes I hear faint whimpers from the other side of his door. They lure me in. On multiple occasions I've found myself unsure of whether to enter the room, for the sake of Jai's wellbeing. But I'm sure he doesn't need my help. Not right now anyway.

And as much as I hate to admit it, seeing his sad little face would, maybe, just maybe, cause me to feel an ounce of remorse about all that I've dropped on him.

I know that our situation is tough right now but being all depressing isn't going to help anyone. So I've decided against cheering up my brother in advance.

I also decided against telling James about Aislinns small mention. It's probably best that no one knows about it, but me.

I don't know what I'd do if she came back now. Ellie and I would be done for sure.

She'll think I'm a monster.

But she's got to understand that everything that I did to Aislinn was under the influence of alcohol. It's not like that anymore and I'd swear it a thousand times!

I've changed.

"Hey." A voice whispers from behind my back. I turn on my heel and there she is. Ellie with her hands innocently tucked into a basket shape. Paranoia slaps me in the face as I imedietly begin to think about whether she had heard my thoughts.

"Hi." I reply, brushing it off and taking her hand.

"So where are we going?" she looks up at me.

"Is your house free? I don't fancy going back to mine today." I say, remembering the strange 'We need to talk.' text that I had received from her dad earlier today. I guess Ellie wasn't kidding when she said that he had control issues. He hasn't left me alone since we made this little deal of ours.

"Yup, let's go there!" she smiles, swinging our hands back and fourth.

I take a moment to admire her here and now. Her chestnut hair swept across one side of her perfectly symmetrical face. Her complexion is complimented by the sweet sunlight making her glow, right before my eyes. I love her.

But does she love me?

That one fucking thought's been pestering me all damn day, refusing to leave my mind.

I heard her say it today with no feeling, just with the roll of her tongue. And it would have felt great, if I knew she meant it. Oh how I would have rejoiced to the high heavens there and then.

But I just stood there, in shock.

I bet I've completely knocked down her confidence. She'll probably never say that she loves me again, by my fault. Why the fuck did I think it was a bright idea just to stand there and gawp at the girl?

I was just scared. I'll admit it.

She caught me so off gaurd, I couldn't do anything else but freeze.

What if she didn't mean it?

What if it was just a light hearted joke that didn't need my response?

Am I over thinking this?

Well there's only one way to find out.

"Babe?" I catch her attention.

"Mmhmm." she responds looking up at me.

"You know before, well like earlier. You were on your way to class and stuff.." I trail off.

"And I said I loved you?" She finishes for me.

"Yeah that." I breathe. I knew she'd been thinking about it too.

"What about it?" she shrugs.

"Well do you? I mean like- did you mean it?" I stutter.

"Well I dunno. Nope, not really. It just slipped out I guess." she shrugs again, not managing to meet my eyes.

The girl can try but I can and will always be able to tell when she's lying.

She fucking loves me.

~ Ellie's P.O.V ~

Oh God.

Why did I say that? Now he obviously think that I don't love him as much as I do. I really do.

And I know It's idiotic and childish to be so old fashioned but I need him to say it first. Or whisper it, sing it, write it in a God dammed note for Petes sake! Anything really, to imply that he adores me as much as I adore him.

I tried, I really did. Jai told me to 'just go for it'. But all that seemed to do is confused Beau and I both further.

Maybe it's time to use a different approach:

Show, not tell.

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