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beau brooks

Beau: Beau is sitting on a chair across from you, both his elbows on the table and a plate of oranges between you. It’s slightly uncomfortable. Especially when he is eating the orange. Because when he eats, he always looks at you straight in the eye. Sometimes it feels that he is watching you, and other times it feels like he is watching through you. It’s an awkward silence, which is a rare thing if you spend your days with Beau. He really never shuts up. “You know what,” he suddenly says, making you jump a little. Beau smirks a little and pushes the plate towards you. “I just got a pip in my slice…”. You realise that Beau is not looking anything mischievous. “Yes…?”, you indirectly ask him to continue. Beau smiles once again. “There’s a 50% chance that you will get a slice with a pip, and there’s a 50% chance not to”. You nod, keeping up so far. He leans forward. His face is so close to yours that you noticed his very uneven eyebrows. “If you get a slice without pips, I’m going to give you a passionate kiss”. You almost choked on your own breath. You look at him to kind of realise if he is joking or not, but he is looking dead serious. Or, not really ‘dead serious’. Beau never looks dead serious. “And if not?” you ask. Beau shrugs. “Then I won’t kiss you” “You’ll kiss me anyways, you dumbass” you point out. Beau laughs, and then he makes a gesture with his hand that you should hurry up eating the slice. You randomly pick one, and then you take the whole fruit in one bite. Because of the liquid from the fruit, your fingertips got all sticky. Beau looks at you and waits for an answer from you.  You search with your tongue in your mouth. After maybe 15 seconds Beau raises his eyebrows, and you open your mouth, pull out your tongue to show him that there’s nothing in your mouth. “Good girl,” Beau praises and walks over from his side of the table to your side. He leans down, kisses you directly on your mouth. He places a hand on the table for support, and then he goes all out. He was just about to insert his tongue in your mouth, but then his phone starts ringing. Beau quite ignored it, but you glanced at the phone next to the plate with oranges and notice that it’s his manager. “Beau,” you murmur against his lips. “Well that can wait, can’t it?” he tries to close the space between your lips, but you grab the phone and answer it for him and then shove it against his ear, forcing him to stop kissing you. “Wah, uhm, hello sir,” Beau greets and leans back again. He gives you a jokingly mean look, and then walks away from the room. And as he does, you spit out the pits you’ve hidden under your tongue.