The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fifty Nine

:::I'M BACK MUNCHKINS!!!! I'll tell you more about my absence later but for now... On wth the chapter!:::

The songs for this chapter:

Twenty One Pilots - Semi Automatic.

The 1975 - An Encounter.

BASTILLE - Adagio For Strings. ::: Again not hinting at all..:::

~Beau's P.O.V~

They've been talking for an hour.

One whole fucking hour.

I've ignored his odd glances,

His "Hey do you remember that time we-" 's

And even his obvious habit of calling her either, "Ells, Ellie or Ellumss".

But what I can't ignore is the way he looks at her.

Like a lost ill puppy he glares, searching for one last bit of hope in her eyes.

But he'll never find it.

I've been watching her and she won't give it away. Her eyes become unresponsive when she looks at him and it's the only thing keeping me sane.It's the only thing letting me know that her love for me has superseded his and oh does it give me joy!

"Didn't you Beau?" Ellie says for I think the fifth time, nudging me with her elbow and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Yeah sure." I have no clue what I'm agreeing to. Oh God.

"And we ate chocolate strawberries and we just had the best time! I loved it." She continues.

Wait is she gloating to her ex about our first date? Way to go Ellie! That's my girl.

I knew hope wasn't lost when she picked up the phone.

"Well I'm glad you had fun and that you Sir are taking good care of my-" Troye starts talking and I begin to zone out before a chick steps into the room. Wow. Now this is about to get interesting.

She's quite the stunner too. Not that I would give a fuck. I've already got all I need.

I'd say she was about Ellie's height, with golden hair and deep blue eyes. She's clad in a T-shirt and by the look of her made up face, I'm sure the oversized dish rag is not hers.

"Troye, I'm gonna get going since-" the girl begins but stops as soon as she lays eyes on the screen. "Oh, sugar! Sorry. I'll be off." She stutters and leaves abruptly. Okay then.

"W-was that Autumn?" Ellie chokes, her tone covered in hurt.

"Y-yeah she must be in a rush. Erm, I'll c-call you later. Or tomorrow. I have to go, darn you time differences! So yeah I'll see you soon. And it was nice meeting you, sir." He finishes with a quick head nod and a fake yawn before hanging up. Okay then.

Something smells fishy and I'm ready and waiting with my bait.

She lifts her shaking hands to the laptop screen and closes it slowly. Fuck, she looks angry. It's kind of hot actually...

No Beau snap out of it! Focus! My mind reminds me. I've got to step in at the right time, if I want this to go my way.

Her fists are clenched and her knuckles are white. Shit she's about to explode.

"Babe?" I prod her gently.

"What. Was. That." She pushes right through her clenched jaw.

"What?" I say innocently. I don't want it to seem like I was actually paying attention.