Accepting Trust - Chapter 2
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writefictionTitle: Accepting Trust
Chapter: TWO: break down
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writefiction |aka| punksoul
Pairing: just Seb for now
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimor: Completely fiction. I own no one.
Summary: Benji's the punk the new kid at school learns to trust. There's an instant connection, an instant attraction.
Previous Chapters: One
Comments are always appreciated ♥
CHAPTER TWO: break down
Benji and I walk to the Madden house together in silence. Joel had taken the twins' junker car and was hanging out with Billy. Out of nowhere, Benji breaks the silence.
"You know, I think my little Joel has a thing for Billy." I raise my eyebrows at Benji.
"Joel's gay?" I ask. Benji nods. "You know, you never answered me on the subject of your sexuality." Benji shrugs.
"Are you a homophobe?" he asks.
"No. What would make you ask?" I counter.
"The way you acted towards Billy in homeroom," Benji answers. I nod in understanding. I think for a moment, then try to explain.
"I...I have my reasons for acting the way I did. I mean, I know I wasn't all that nice. But, I have my reasons." I shrug.
"What are those reasons?" Benji asks. I shake my head.
"No. I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Don't know if I trust you enough to tell you." Benji nods.
"That's cool, man. But for future referance, I can keep a secret better than anyone. So, ya know, if you need to talk about something you don't want others to know about, you can always come to me," he tells me. I smile for the first time since I found out we were moving.
"Thanks. Maybe someday I'll take you up on that," I reply. Benji smiles and it reaches his eyes.
Finally we stop at a brown house.
"Home sweet home," Benji says as he leads me up the front stoop. He grabs a rock out of a potted plant. I watch him, curious. He turns the rock over and slides a pannel out. Then he pulls a key from the hole. I'm impressed. Benji unlocks the door before replacing the key and dropping the rock back in the plant. Then he leads me into the house.
"You want a soda or something?" Benji asks.
"Sure," I answer.
"Kay. I'll be right back." He disappears around the corner. But he's back almost instantly with two Cokes. He hands me one saying,
"Lets go to my room." I nod. Then I follow him up the stairs.
Upon entering the bedroom, Benji throws his backpack to the floor and flops on his bed, leaning against the headboard. I drop my bag and sit on the bed also. That's when I notice the second bed.
"Joel and I share," Benji explains. "We've always shared. For a while we even shared a bed." He looks at me, a bit shy. "You think it's weird," he states. I shake my head.
"No, I don't," I disagree. "I mean, you're twins. Identical even. It doesn't seem weird to me."
"Don't tell, but I'm afraid of storms," Benji admitts. "And sometimes I still get in bed with Joel. He makes me feel safe." He shrugs. I look down at my unopened can of Coke.
"Yeah, I used to know what that was like," I say quietly.
"What happened?" Benji asks gently.
"I moved here," I answer, looking at him.
"Where'd you move from?" I set my Coke on the floor, then pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them.
"Canada," I whisper, restig my chin on my knees. I close my eyes, trying to fight off the tears. But I fail and tears fall down my cheeks. I don't even attempt to wipe them away.
I feel the bed shift. Then Benji's voice sounds from beside me.
"What's wrong?" he asks gently.
"I had to leave my friens," I whisper.
"You'll make new friends," Benji tells me. I shake my head.
"You don't get it," I say. "Imagine that Joel moves to Canada and your parents won't let you contact him. How would that make you feel?" I look at Benji.
"I would die," he answers simply. I nod.
"I've been dead for a full thirty-two days," I tell him. "David and I were so close. And now..." I trail off and bury my head in my arms.
The bed shifts again. Then I feel Benji's arms surround me. He holds me to his chest.
"It's okay," he murmurs. "You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." Then he kisses the top of my head and leans his cheek in the same spot. I don't flinch. I don't pull away. Normally I would. But there's something about this guy that makes it okay.
Benji holds me tightly. I lean into his chest, letting the tears fall. He rocks me slightly and says,
"Shh. It's okay." He pauses. "Seb, I know no one could ever replace David. But I'll do my best to help fill the void." I grip Benji's bicep.
"Thank you," I whisper. He kisses my head again. We sit there for a while and my breathing slows. Then I slip into sleep.
I wake up slowly, feeling arms around me and a body pressing against me from behind. I smile, my eyes still closed.
"David," I say quietly.
"No, Seb, it's Benji." As my eyes open, my smile fades. I sit up and rub my eyes.
"I feel so stupid for crying in front of you," I say. Benji gives my back a rub.
"It's okay," he replies. "You don't need to feel stupid."
"I just miss him." I hug my knees to my chest.
"I know you do," Benji says quietly.
"I just wish I could talk to him, ya know?" I look at Benji. He nods.
"Why don't you just call him?" he asks. I sigh.
"It's not that simple," I answer. "My parents put a block on the phone so we can't call out of the US. They've gone to great lengths so we can't get in touch. I didn't even know we were moving here till we pulled into the developement. My parents didn't tell me so there was no chance of me getting the address to David. I have four other best friends who my parents have forced me to cut ties with also. It just sucks. Ya know?"
I look at Benji. He nods solemnly. Then he speaks.
"I think I know a place where you can call David." I look at Benji skeptically.
"You do?" I ask. Benji grins.
"It kicks ass to have a rich friend." I'm puzzled. "C'mon. We're goin for a walk."
Stay Tuned for Chapter 3!
[phone call]
Does Seb actually get to talk to David?
What does Seb say?
What does David say?
All that and more!
Coming up!
Remember: Reviews make me smile ♥
Chapter: TWO: break down
Author:
writefiction |aka| punksoulPairing: just Seb for now
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimor: Completely fiction. I own no one.
Summary: Benji's the punk the new kid at school learns to trust. There's an instant connection, an instant attraction.
Previous Chapters: One
Comments are always appreciated ♥
CHAPTER TWO: break down
Benji and I walk to the Madden house together in silence. Joel had taken the twins' junker car and was hanging out with Billy. Out of nowhere, Benji breaks the silence.
"You know, I think my little Joel has a thing for Billy." I raise my eyebrows at Benji.
"Joel's gay?" I ask. Benji nods. "You know, you never answered me on the subject of your sexuality." Benji shrugs.
"Are you a homophobe?" he asks.
"No. What would make you ask?" I counter.
"The way you acted towards Billy in homeroom," Benji answers. I nod in understanding. I think for a moment, then try to explain.
"I...I have my reasons for acting the way I did. I mean, I know I wasn't all that nice. But, I have my reasons." I shrug.
"What are those reasons?" Benji asks. I shake my head.
"No. I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Don't know if I trust you enough to tell you." Benji nods.
"That's cool, man. But for future referance, I can keep a secret better than anyone. So, ya know, if you need to talk about something you don't want others to know about, you can always come to me," he tells me. I smile for the first time since I found out we were moving.
"Thanks. Maybe someday I'll take you up on that," I reply. Benji smiles and it reaches his eyes.
Finally we stop at a brown house.
"Home sweet home," Benji says as he leads me up the front stoop. He grabs a rock out of a potted plant. I watch him, curious. He turns the rock over and slides a pannel out. Then he pulls a key from the hole. I'm impressed. Benji unlocks the door before replacing the key and dropping the rock back in the plant. Then he leads me into the house.
"You want a soda or something?" Benji asks.
"Sure," I answer.
"Kay. I'll be right back." He disappears around the corner. But he's back almost instantly with two Cokes. He hands me one saying,
"Lets go to my room." I nod. Then I follow him up the stairs.
Upon entering the bedroom, Benji throws his backpack to the floor and flops on his bed, leaning against the headboard. I drop my bag and sit on the bed also. That's when I notice the second bed.
"Joel and I share," Benji explains. "We've always shared. For a while we even shared a bed." He looks at me, a bit shy. "You think it's weird," he states. I shake my head.
"No, I don't," I disagree. "I mean, you're twins. Identical even. It doesn't seem weird to me."
"Don't tell, but I'm afraid of storms," Benji admitts. "And sometimes I still get in bed with Joel. He makes me feel safe." He shrugs. I look down at my unopened can of Coke.
"Yeah, I used to know what that was like," I say quietly.
"What happened?" Benji asks gently.
"I moved here," I answer, looking at him.
"Where'd you move from?" I set my Coke on the floor, then pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them.
"Canada," I whisper, restig my chin on my knees. I close my eyes, trying to fight off the tears. But I fail and tears fall down my cheeks. I don't even attempt to wipe them away.
I feel the bed shift. Then Benji's voice sounds from beside me.
"What's wrong?" he asks gently.
"I had to leave my friens," I whisper.
"You'll make new friends," Benji tells me. I shake my head.
"You don't get it," I say. "Imagine that Joel moves to Canada and your parents won't let you contact him. How would that make you feel?" I look at Benji.
"I would die," he answers simply. I nod.
"I've been dead for a full thirty-two days," I tell him. "David and I were so close. And now..." I trail off and bury my head in my arms.
The bed shifts again. Then I feel Benji's arms surround me. He holds me to his chest.
"It's okay," he murmurs. "You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." Then he kisses the top of my head and leans his cheek in the same spot. I don't flinch. I don't pull away. Normally I would. But there's something about this guy that makes it okay.
Benji holds me tightly. I lean into his chest, letting the tears fall. He rocks me slightly and says,
"Shh. It's okay." He pauses. "Seb, I know no one could ever replace David. But I'll do my best to help fill the void." I grip Benji's bicep.
"Thank you," I whisper. He kisses my head again. We sit there for a while and my breathing slows. Then I slip into sleep.
I wake up slowly, feeling arms around me and a body pressing against me from behind. I smile, my eyes still closed.
"David," I say quietly.
"No, Seb, it's Benji." As my eyes open, my smile fades. I sit up and rub my eyes.
"I feel so stupid for crying in front of you," I say. Benji gives my back a rub.
"It's okay," he replies. "You don't need to feel stupid."
"I just miss him." I hug my knees to my chest.
"I know you do," Benji says quietly.
"I just wish I could talk to him, ya know?" I look at Benji. He nods.
"Why don't you just call him?" he asks. I sigh.
"It's not that simple," I answer. "My parents put a block on the phone so we can't call out of the US. They've gone to great lengths so we can't get in touch. I didn't even know we were moving here till we pulled into the developement. My parents didn't tell me so there was no chance of me getting the address to David. I have four other best friends who my parents have forced me to cut ties with also. It just sucks. Ya know?"
I look at Benji. He nods solemnly. Then he speaks.
"I think I know a place where you can call David." I look at Benji skeptically.
"You do?" I ask. Benji grins.
"It kicks ass to have a rich friend." I'm puzzled. "C'mon. We're goin for a walk."
[phone call]
Does Seb actually get to talk to David?
What does Seb say?
What does David say?
All that and more!
Coming up!
Remember: Reviews make me smile ♥
