Unexpected Hero

Chapter 7

A/N: I want to just point out that I know nothing about the lives of those in the Brooks family, or the rest of the boys' families. Please keep that in mind, and enjoy :D

Ps: I was too tired to edit this, so sorry for any errors.

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The past month has been calm and easy, my life starting to feel almost normal. There hasn't been much variation in my daily routine since I first moved in, but I like it that way - I always know what's going to happen. Because everyone is in school, I spend a lot of time with Beau, our work schedules matching up perfectly. I've been able to get a lot closer to him since I let go of my secret - I don't have to worried about giving it away. I'm actually going to be hanging out with him a lot the next few days, seeing as the Sahyounies are going on a family trip over break and I insisted on staying behind, not wanting to intrude. Daniel's parents tried to get me to go, worried that something might happen while they were gone. They didn't come right out and say it, but I knew the only thought on their mind was that my father would try something. I convinced them to let me stay by pointing out that the dog would need to be cared for, and eased their fears by agreeing to invite someone over.

Right now I'm sitting in the living room wearing jeans and my most comfortable flannel, waiting for Beau. My laptop is resting on my knees, twitter open. The boys have been getting more hits on their YouTube channel and say this is a good way to connect with those watching their videos, so I figure I might as well jump on the bandwagon. I go through all the boring steps of set up, then am thrown feet first into the world of social media. I find Luke's twitter and am surprised at the amount of followers he has. I follow him, then find the other boys, along with a few celebrities. Gotta make sure to keep up with the Kardashians. Curious, I click onto Daniel's page, scrolling through his tweets. Between all the tweets about not understanding how twitter works, there is one that catches my eye. It reads:

was actually gonna kiss her this week yalla but i guess its guna have to wait ._.

I look at the date. It was posted on Monday, just three days ago. I can't help but wonder who he means. Well, actually, I can't help but wonder if he's talking about me. My stomach fills with butterflies, and I can't stop the smile from tugging at my lips. I shake my head, scolding myself for being such a little schoolgirl. Before I can go into any more thought about it, there's a knock on the front door and I can hear it swing open. I call out that I'm in the living room and can hear quick footsteps pattering towards me. I set my computer in the ground next to the couch, getting the feeling that something interesting is about to happen. Sure enough, Beau comes hurtling through the doorway to the living room and takes a running leap onto the couch - or, more accurately, onto me, seeing as I'm sitting in the middle. I don't have time to even cover my face before his body crashes into mine, knocking the wind out of me. I work hard to suck in a breath, but it's useless once I see Beau's hilarious expression and I laugh until there isn't a sound coming out of my mouth. He looks at me in complete confusion.

"I can't tell if you're laughing or on the verge of a mental break down, so I'm gonna go pee," he climbs off and heads to the bathroom while I try to breathe normally. As my laughter fades, I wipe the tears off my face with my sleeve, having actually started to cry I was cracking up so hard. After I've calmed down and Beau still isn't out of the bathroom, I figure I should make us something to eat, seeing as it's past lunch time. Something my mother made sure to instill in me at a young age was to always feed your guests. I remember having PTA meetings at our house, or when her friends came over - those times were always my favorite; she would make rich desserts to impress all the ladies, which they rarely finished. I would stuff myself until I was sick with those amazing sweets, then regret it the next day at dance. I smile to myself while I get out the ingredients for grilled cheese, thinking about how it used to be - before the cancer. My mind starts to wander, thinking of all the good memories, and I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing. The knife in my hand slips, slicing deeply into my ring finger. Forcing myself not to panic, I step to the sink and turn on cold water, shoving my hand underneath the stream. The finger is actually numb, but as the blood washes away I can see this is more than just a scratch. The tip is cut almost to the nail, and it is a sickly white. Quickly, I turn off the water and reach into the cupboard under the sink, getting a washcloth and wrapping it tightly around my finger. It doesn't take long for blood to start blooming through the fabric and I have to clear my head to think about what I need to do. Considering I hate hospitals, I come up with a different idea. Hurriedly, I walk to the bathroom where Beau is just opening the door.