[ON HOLD] Addicted To You - A Beau Brooks FanFic

Chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTE: In this chapter they will be doing the question and answer video from Daresundays, I have changed it up a little bit so it's not all copied straight from the original, but I've included a few of my favourite questions that they have answered in the past, just thought you should know, enjoy:)

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"Wake the fuck up you cunts, get out of my house," I yelled at the passed out bodies that lay on my living room floor, I nudged a few people with my foot and carried on yelling until everyone was awake and out of my house, then I was stood alone in the middle of the room, surrounded by red cups and beer bottles scattered all over the carpet.

"This is fucking tragic," I muttered to myself as I bent down to pick a few cups off of the floor, I was still in my black dress that I wore for my party last night, and I felt vile.

Time passed quickly and soon the room was cleared, I sighed in relief and made my way upstairs, climbing out of my dress and soon I was standing in the middle of my bedroom naked.

I was soon standing in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot droplets of water roaming my body. I had the hangover from Hell, my head was thumping and my eyes were all groggy, getting drunk had it's ups and downs and being hungover the morning after definitely was not an up.

Then I remembered last nights events with Beau and what he had said to me.

You're amazing Charlie, and going through this break up with Naomi isn't easy, but over these past few weeks you've made me feel as if nothing else matters in the world, and I'm not ready to give that up. I'm not ready to create something beautiful then destroy it, just think about that.

He really knew how to reel the girls back in, didn't he? I was just about ready to move on from him but no, the shitcunt had to make me weak at the knees again, with his stupid, perfect green eyes, and the way his SnapBack sat perfectly on the top of his head, and the way his face was shaped like a fucking Dorito, and the way his hair sat neatly on his forehead, and the way his lips had me mesmerised every time I looked at him.

Damn Charlie, you are one creepy mother fucker.

I climbed out of the steamy shower and proceeded to brush my teeth, getting rid of the stale scent of alcohol that lingered in my breath. Looking up from the sink and to the mirror, I about had a seizure when I saw my eye make up smudged around my face. I'm sorry to the person that will have my children one day.

I wrapped a towel around my hot, naked body and walked quickly into my room, closing the door after me. I noticed that I had a text from a familiar contact, and given the current circumstances, a smile grew onto my face and I don't know why.

Beau:

We're filming for daresundays today, wanna join us?

Charlie:

Time?

Beau:

Twelve, I'll pick you up.

Charlie:

Okay.

Instantly, I dropped my towel and gasped as the cold air hugged my body tightly, I then noticed that my window was wide open, so I quickly closed it and proceeded to get ready.

I had chosen my favourite Suicide Silence t-shirt with a pair of black ripped jeans, as for my shoes, a pair of burgundy Doc Martens. I smiled as I looked at myself up and down in the mirror, although I got a little upset as I stared at my Suicide Silence shirt, remembering that tragic day when I found out my idol Mitch Lucker had died.