I tilt my head, gazing up at the large art work on the wall, a glass of delicious white wine in my hand. I feel so... posh, in my expensive pant suit, gazing at outrageously priced art. I subtly glance around the room, feeling one hundred percent out of my element and positive that someone will call me out as a fraud. It makes no sense for me to be here, I sigh as I take in all the famous people - recognizing most from my own music tastes, TV preferences, and different talk shows.

"See anything you like?" Zach runs a hand through his perfectly coifed dark hair, somehow not messing it up one bit. He joins me in observing the painting - a massive canvas full of paint splatters in nudes, beiges and browns, some smaller smatterings of black thrown in as well.

"Please," I scoff, "I can't even afford to actually be in this room." I laugh to hide my nerves, sipping my wine again. It's sweet and I'm finally starting to feel the effects lessening my anxiety.

"I'm sure Beau will get you a present," Zach eyes me in his peripherals, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "If you ask nicely, of course." He adds and we both laugh at the absurdity of the thought. The drummer and I stand quietly for a few minutes, trying to figure out the abstract painting in front of us.

"Yeah, I don't know." I admit finally. "It seems like a silent auction kind of takes the fun out of the whole auction, no? Isn't the whole point to wave paddles around as some guy yells numbers way too fast?" I joke.

Zach laughs. "You prefer a little chaos, Emma?"

I bite my lip, thinking of the question and enjoying Zach's company. "Chaos? No. A little excitement never killed anyone, though."

A long arm drapes itself over my shoulder and without realizing, I lean into the tall frame naturally. "Hi," I sigh.

"Hi," Beau addresses us both. "Hey, Tyler and Jace are in the bathroom again." Beau tells his band mate. Zach groans as Beau continues. "I'd help, but I think if I go anywhere near them, Fiona will rip my head off." I wonder if he really would help or if he was just saying it because it sounds good.

"No, that's a good call. Better to keep you out of all this," Zach throws back his drink and gives me a small wave. "See ya later, Emma."

I wave after him, finishing the last of my wine, too. "Need more?" Beau grins mischievously, always ready for trouble.

I shake my head, scanning the rest of the room. "I think people are sitting for dinner,"

Beau nods, leading me to our table. Once seated, I notice the other occupants and blush. One of my favorite boy bands from when I was younger is just across from us, taking up the majority of the seats. "Sup, man," Beau barely nods at the other guys. I can't help but feel the tension around the table as we all get settled in - the other band seeming less than thrilled to be in our company.

Zach finally arrives, Tyler and Jace following just behind him, although Jace seems to be wobbly on his feet. "All good," He tells Beau above my head. "No way, Nick, Jake! How's it going?" Zach gives friendly hugs to the other band, but I can't catch the other three names and I actually don't remember them, either. Nick was always my favorite - big blue eyes, long lashes and shaggy blond hair, he was every girl's dream boy. Even now, years away from listening to their music, my heart flutters a little bit meeting my celebrity crush.

"Guys, this is Emma, I don't know if..." Zach drifts off and Beau tenses beside me. Of course he didn't introduce me - pleasantries aren't his thing.

"Hey, Emma." The guys wave and introduce themselves. I remain calm, certain the last thing they want to deal with is a fan girl, despite my heart flip flopping when Nick smiles.

"Nice to meet you," I shake their hands and ignore the butterflies when my hand meets Nick's. We talk for a couple minutes, just making small talk before they continue chatting amongst themselves and MisFits does the same. I think the other guys want as much distance as possible between them and whatever this Jace situation is. He drunkenly sways in his chair, eyes closed. Beside him, Tyler looks angrier than I've even seen him.

Beau leans close so he's only speaking to me. "I hate those guys,"

I roll my eyes at him. "You don't say?"

Before I can ask why, the venue quiets as the host reaches the podium and begins talking about the charity - an organization committed to environmental stability. She thanks everyone for the generous donations and promises us a great night, kicked off with a delicious meal. As if on cue, servers bring out large trays with silver plate coverings piled high.

When the young man puts my plate down and removes the silver lid, the aroma makes my stomach groan. I'm hungrier than I realized - who knew this would be so exhausting? I dive into my chicken, saving my veggies and potatoes for last.

I take in the chatter around me, watching as celebrities take selfies and mingle with one another. I grab my phone from the blue clutch Bobby gave me and secretly snap a picture of Beau. His white button up fits him just right, unbuttoned just enough to see the beginnings of the tattoos on his chest. I smile at the picture, deciding not to post it but to keep it to myself.

"What'd you bid on?" I ask Beau quietly, finishing up the last of my asparagus. A server arrives with more wine and some water, and I thank them for both of us.

Beau shrugs. "Nothing,"

"Beau," I gasp. "It's a charity event! I'm pretty positive that's like the one rule: donate to the charity."

He shrugs again, tossing his napkin on the table. "I didn't ask to come,"

I shake my head and stand. "No way, come on." I extend my hand and he glares at it, hoping I'll drop the issue, most likely.

I raise my chin defiantly and return his scowl. "Fine, fuck." He grumbles and takes my hand. I giggle, proud of myself, and begin taking him around the outskirts of the room where the auction items are being kept. Lavish vacation packages, art work, wine and whiskey, glimmering jewels, and other items fill the long tables.

"So, what's the deal with those other guys?" I test the waters. He shrugs dismissively, but I press on. "Why don't you like them?"

"I'm just not into guys who sing mushy love songs to make teenage girls fall in love," Beau says matter of factly.

"Really?" I know there's more to it than that, but he doesn't seem like budging. He nods and I change the subject. "What do you think?" I wrap my arm around his, despite the fact that no one is paying us any mind. All of these people around, and yet it feels like it's just me and him. I ignore the warmth building in my belly as our skin touches.

Beau rolls his eyes, basically dragging his feet as we make our way down the rows. "The same as before... that there isn't anything I want to spend my money on."

"It's charity!" I repeat, laughing at his childish attitude. "Just pick something and do your part to save the environment," I point to a table we haven't looked over yet.

After a few more minutes, hours if you ask Beau, we come up empty handed still. "Why don't you just pick something?" He shoves his hair out of his face in exasperation, leaving it even more disheveled than before.

My jaw drops. "I, um, I can't accept any of this." I blush deeply.

"So you pick something, I'll keep it. I don't care what we do with it, I just want to get out of here." The circles under his eyes are back and the exhaustion is clear on his face.

"Fine," I continue to look on my own as he leaves to find a bathroom. While he's away, I spot an old guitar hanging on the far wall. Upon closer inspection, I realize it's been donated by an 80's rock band that Beau is always listening to. My eyes nearly fall out of my head when I see the other prices that have been bid. Thinking of Fiona and her rude attitude tonight, I decide the company can spare the money and make sure to leave the highest bid.

"What'd you pick?" Beau finds me by the exit easily, as most other guests are still enjoying the dinner.

I shrug secretively, "Maybe you'll find out," Beau doesn't reply, just rolls his eyes in that bored way he does. He takes out his phone and calls their driver. "Are you sure we can leave?"

"I don't care." He answers simply, leading us down the hall and to the large entrance of the venue to wait for the limo to pull around.

"Fiona will be mad." I bite my lip.

"Screw Fiona. I made my appearance, I feel like shit, I'm leaving." His tone is clipped but I don't think his irritation is with me for once. I decide not to push him further and wait in silence for our ride to arrive.

"Thank God," I nearly moan as I slip off the tall heels and sink into the hotel bed. It's a king and comfier than anything I've ever slept in.

"Move over." Beau groans, rummaging through the hotel bar and revealing a bottle of whiskey. "This'll do," he holds it up to me like a prize.

"Hey, you have an early interview tomorrow. Maybe you should go slow," I yawn and straighten out in bed so he has ample room. Once he's lying down, I feel too nervous to move, scared I'll bump into him and not be able to control the hunger for him growing inside of me. Maybe it's the shared hotel room, or maybe it's how he looks in his suit, but something feels different between us.

"I'll do what I want," To emphasize his point, he takes a long slug straight from the bottle, making eye contact with me the entire time.

I sigh, taking my pajamas to the bathroom to change. What a day, and the week has barely even started. I send a silent prayer that the rest of the guys events go as smoothly. Smoothly, I chuckle to myself thinking about Jace holed up in the bathroom and Beau almost being fired.

When I return to the main room, my pant suit neatly hung up in the closet, I find Beau fast asleep in bed, bottle clutched tightly to his chest.

I gently take it from his hands, careful not to wake him, and bring the covers over him instead. He groans in his sleep but doesn't stir otherwise. I watch as the anger and hostility melts from his features, making him look almost innocent.

I slide under the covers as far from him as possible and let out a deep sigh. "Oh Beau, what're we gonna do with you?"