Chapter Three: Crowds
The apartment homes weren't too bad of a walk for Beatrice. The pub in which Lilian brought Beatrice to was within a ten mile radius making the coffee shop a little less of a trip than expected. It was around eight o'clock in the morning when Beatrice walked into the lonely apartment.
Usually, if you were to go to a pub with your best friend and return home alone, you'd be quite scared. The only reason Beatrice entered the home perfectly calm and collapsed in the bed with no worries was because it was an average night with the same schedule. Maybe around noon, Lily would arrive home; drunk and hanging tightly onto a stray. The rest of the story was best unsolved.
Beatrice collapsed on her generic white duvet. Her queen bed was quite comfortable to lay in and the glow-in-the-dark stars only made the night more enjoyable. Stars decorated her room everywhere; from the ceiling to the space rug in front her her mattress.
She tied her lilac hair into a messy bun whilst slipping on her favorite set of pajamas - a silky maroon shirt covered in, you guessed it, stars with matching silk bottoms (it was a gift from her younger brother last Christmas). Turning off her light, she crawled into her white bed.
Even though Beatrice had the urge to sleep so badly, the loud croak of the front door erupted throughout the small living space - the sound of feet padding across the floor carelessly. Through the small gape in her door, she could barely see Lily and her one night stand, but this guy wasn't like all the others Bea has grown accustomed to seeing; he wasn't drunk.
The male had a goofy smile on his face to match Lily's and their embrace was tight. Lily clung unto his arm tightly and he simply made sure she didn't slip from his grasp. Her giggles were loud and his smile seemed like it would never fade.
Beatrice had no idea what Lily was doing. After Lily's long term boyfriend, Johnny, she vowed to never date a boy until she was positively sure. I guess now she was positively sure - hopefully.
"Taylor!" Lilian squealed loudly, shaking the boy at her side. While Bea was spacing out, Taylor began to tickle Lily, making her shout at the loudest she can go. Lily unraveled his hands from her side and quietly shoved him away. They still had yet to move from the front doorway.
Taylor's eyes slowly drifted away from her face, venturing the house. "Who's room is that?" Taylor asked, eyeing the door that was slightly ajar.
"Oh goodness!" Lily shushed, pushing Taylor towards her bedroom door quickly. "I forgot Beatrice was asleep. Shut up!"
Although the two foreclosed themselves in a small bedroom, laughs and short shrills could be heard loud and clear.
Beatrice screwed her eyes shut and hours upon hours later, she woke up to a bouncing Lilian on her bed tempting her to join the club experience again.
"No Lily," Beatrice growled, "the last time you persuaded me into joining you for a night out, you left me to assist a stranger! So no, Lilian. I will not be attending this night."
Lily scoffed, grabbing a pillow and cuddling it close to her chest, "one: I've told you so many times not to call me Lilian. It sounds so stuck up and snotty. Two: if you don't stop using all those science words, I can garuntee you now you'll be dying alone. And three: what stranger?"
Bea flopped over so she was facing the all-too-hyper girl. She let out a loud breath as she rolled her eyes obnoxiouly, "I'd be asking you the same thing, Lil. Who's Taylor and why haven't you told me about him?"
A small pout played on her thin lips as her fingers wrestled with her lilac ends.
"Oh, Taylor? Psh," she waved her hands as a small scoff escaped her lips, "just a one nightie."
Beatrice rolled her eyes, unconvinced. "Didn't seem like it. If I recall correctly, you were smiling and giggling like one of those teen girl movies."
A blush arose on Lily's face, "I can't smile? Since when is smiling against the law?"
"You never smile like that when you get back from the pub; it's not natural."
Lilian hid behind her straight, blonde hair; her green irises a lot brighter as the topic continued on about the mystery boy. "Get over it. Will you please go to the pub with me?"
Beatrice thought for a short second, tapping her chin as if she was in deep thought. "Um," she hummed, "no. Have fun with Taylor though."
Beatrice jumped out of bed, throwing a piece of her lavendar hair out of her face. She dragged herself to the opposite side of the room, opening the closet, and rummaging through the countless pieces of clothing she had hanging loosely on hangers.
"Come on, Beatrice! You stay up all night anyways!" Lily followed after her, peering over her shoulder as she eyed a certain black dress. Lily pulled it out of the closet and placed it on the surface of Bea's body, "this dress is actually so cute!"
Beatrice became aggrivated as she threw the dress off of her, "I'm not going! Period!"
"I think you're on your period," Lily muttered, rolling her eyes obnoxiously.
"Get out of my room before I toss you out of my window."
Lily hesitated, but in the end, she sashayed out of the starry room and let a loud grunt leave her lips.
Beatrice tossed on a random 5 Seconds of Summer sweatshirt with matching black, ripped skinny jeans. She thoroughly brushed out her hair and set a bandana to keep it out of her face.
Grabbing her astrology book, she slipped on her black Vans, and rushed to the front door. "Bye Lily! Have fun and be safe!" She called, slamming the wooden door behind her.
Beatrice didn't know where she was going. She didn't have a special destination nor did she have any plans to figure one out, but she was going to follow her mind and let that lead her wherever it pleads.
Los Angeles wasn't as busy as usual. The streets were empty and rarely any cars had passed, but this wasn't usual and it only spiked her interest in what the nieghborhood had to offer. It was the afternoon and usually, this would be the lunch time for anyone working in those big corporations.
The wind blew through her hair and she silently thanked herself for remembering the importance of the black and white bandana. The silence was relaxing - that was until a crowd of people began to chant inaudible things.
Loads of people gathered in a circle be a local McDonald's and black cars began to arrive at the scene. It made Beatrice wonder if a certain Luke Hemmings was walking the streets of Los Angeles, but then she realized what little odds she had of that actually happening and a breath escaped her lips slowly.
Against her will, she slowly walked to the crowd of people and weaved between the five black vans that had managed to find the celebrity at the right time.
It was hard to walk through the loads of people, or fans, if you insist, and to say the least, she'll probably have a bruise on her hip bone where the ground gave a lovely cussion.
Bea tapped a shoulder beside her, waiting patiently for the girl's tears to stop, "what's going on?"
The female's reaction changed quickly from a mixture of love and excitement to an emotion of anger and disgust, "you don't know what's going on? You're such a fake fan."
A loud chant of boo's and aw's erupted and the female snapped her head to the main source of the interuption. Her lips formed a pout and her eyes began to water, "you made me miss him! Get out of here! What's wrong with you!"
Beatrice knitted her eyebrows together and rose her hands in defense, backing away slowly. "Okay, whatever."
Beatrice left the scene quickly, looking back rarely to find out who exactly the celebrity was - she never found out.
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