The Brooks Boys

Chapter Sixty One :Part two:

Songs for this chapter:

Twenty One PIlots - Lovely.

Panic! At the disco - That Green Gentlemen.

Twenty One PIlots - Fall Away.

~Ellie's P.O.V~

"You ready babe?" Beau shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

I sip on my heels and look in the mirror.

This is it. Three more days until I leave for England.

When April told me that they had been planning a dinner for me, I honestly thought ill of it. All the attention, early Christmas gifts and Goodbyes, seemed too much for just me. But it's still one of the nicest things my friends have ever done for me. Even when I left England, Troye and Autumn just gave me a hug and a card, which I appreciated of course, but I absolutely love that I've only known April and Esme for a few months and they'd put so much effort into planning a dinner for me. Even though they know I'm coming back.

As for Beau, I hardly saw him in the past week. He'd been working in a place unknown to me. I know it was for the best, since I'd distract him if I knew. I just wanted to see him. At least for more than a half hour each day.

I know his intentions are as good as gold so I held my tongue when it came to asking about the tickets and if he had enough to get them yet.

I mean we all had enough money to put together and pay for the tickets like all good friends should, but he insisted. I've come to learn that Beau gets what he wants, when he wants, and I don't mind one bit.

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"El! We're going to be late!" He whines from the bottom of the stairs.

I actually am ready... I just don't want to say good bye.
Or maybe just I don't want to revisit the past.

Well whatever it is, it's making me uneasy.

I grab my clutch and take one last look at my reflection. Simple beige heels accompanied by a sleek black skater dress with a matching belt. My curled hair falls over one shoulder and sweeps over half my face.

I know it sounds crazy but I've never ever looked so much like me before. Ever.

It's a lot to take in. After sixteen full years of not knowing who I was, I've finally found her.

"Mrs. Eleanor Clove. You look breath taking."

Two gentle hands scoop around my waist as his reflection joins mine. If I thought I looked like myself before... I must have been mistaken.

"Mr. Beau Brooks," I say ripping my eyes away from the perfect image to meet his. "I don't think I've ever been this happy to be by your side." I whisper, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek.

"Are you ready for the best night of your life?" He smiles grabbing my hand.

"Of c-"

Before I can make it out of the door, excitement hits me right in the back of my knee and before I know it I'm plummeting towards the ground. But before I can reach my destination, a strong arm swoops down, scooping me up. But not soon enough to prevent my head from colliding with the dressing table. I guess I didn't really realise how sharp it actually was. Apparently sharp enough to be held accountable for forming bruise and gash on the left side of my forehead.

Way to ruin the perfect moment Ellie.

He holds me a few inches from his face, ready to burst into laughter before realising the blood trickling onto my eyebrow.