Accepting Trust - Ch. 7
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writefictionTitle:Accepting Trust
Chapter: 7 - trust II
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writefiction|aka|punksoul
Pairing: slight Seb/Benji
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimor: Do not know or own. Never happened. Complete fiction.
Summary: Benji's the punk the new kid at school learns to trust. There's an instant connection, an instant attraction [could I make that more lame?]
Previous Chapters: One+Two+Three+Four+Five+Six
Comments are greatly appreciated. :)
CHAPTER SEVEN: trust II
I walk down the street, tears falling from my eyes. But I don't care. I don't wipe them away. I feel bad that Benji thinks I don't trust him. I can see how he'd think that. But I do trust him. I don't know how to make him see that.
I've only made it a few blocks from Billy's house. I stop dead and turn around. That's when a car pulls up along the curb. It's Benji. He opens the passenger side door. I climb in, throwing my bag on the floor.
"Your house is kinda far away," Benji says as I stare at my shoes. "You shouldn't have to walk all that way."
"Thanks," I reply softly. A silence comes over the car.
"Are you crying?" Benji asks. I shake my head. Benji guides my face in his direction, but I don't meet his gaze.
"You are crying," he states. I shrug. He runs his fingers through my hair and it feels good.
"Come on. Lets get you home." I nod. Benji puts the car in drive and pulls away from the curb.
Long, awkward, silent minutes later, Benji pulls into my driveway.
"Thanks for the ride," I mumble, pushing the door open. Benji grabs my wrist, stopping me from exiting the car. I sit back in the seat and look at my friend.
"Don't leave it like this," he says, his hand sliding from my wrist to hold my hand.
"What do you want me to do, Benj?" I ask.
"I don't know," Benji whispers.
"Well, I don't know how to prove I trust you," I reply.
"I don't want to be mad at you," Benji says, dropping my gaze. I sigh, my eyes roaming over the house in front of us.
My eyes land on my mom watching through the blinds. I immediately let go of Benji's hand.
"I have to go," I tell him.
"No, don't," Benji replies. I look at him.
"My mom is watching," I say quietly. Benji nods, suddenly looking mad.
"Go then," he spits. I do.
When I get inside the house, my mom's waiting for me.
"Who was that?" she asks.
"Benji," I answer.
"Your friend from school?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't he come in?" I sigh.
"We had a little argument. It's nothing really."
"Oh. Okay." My mom looks a bit skeptical. "Dinner's gonna be late tonight," she tells me.
"Okay," I reply. "I'll be in my room." My mom nods. Then I head upstairs.
I no sooner flop on my bed and the phone rings. I don't bother to answer it. My mom can get it. But then my mom's sticking her head in the door.
"Sebastien, it's for you. Someone named Joel," she tells me, coming into the room. I hold out my hand saying,
"It's Benji's brother." My mom nods, handing me the phone.
I wait till the door is shut behind my mom before speaking.
"Joel?" I ask.
"What happened between you and Benji?" Joel asks.
"Nothing," I lie.
"That's bull. Benji was practically in your lap and then five minutes later you're leaving and my twin's all upset. Now what's going on?" Joel asks. I sigh.
"We had a disagreement," I answer.
"Disagreement? I'd say it was more than a disagreement by the way Benji was acting." I play with the hem of my T-shirt.
"Yeah? And how was he acting?" I ask.
"First he was pissed and then he cried," Joel answers.
"He cried?"
"Yeah and he never cries." THere's a beat of silence, then Joel asks, "What was this whole...thing, about?" I sigh.
"I can't really tell you. But, he thinks I don't trust him."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Trust him. Do you trust him?" I sigh.
"Yes. I totally trust him. But I see his point of view. I'd think the same thing if I were him. I don't know how to change his mind."
"Well, you need to do something. He's really hurt."
"I know." There's a pause. "Joel, where's Benji?"
"He's at home."
"Okay. Well, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, sure."
Once we hang up, I put on my shoes and start walking to the Madden residence.
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Stay Tuned for Chapter 8!!!
[trust III]
Rememeber: Comments are my life
Chapter: 7 - trust II
Author:
writefiction|aka|punksoulPairing: slight Seb/Benji
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimor: Do not know or own. Never happened. Complete fiction.
Summary: Benji's the punk the new kid at school learns to trust. There's an instant connection, an instant attraction [could I make that more lame?]
Previous Chapters: One+Two+Three+Four+Five+Six
Comments are greatly appreciated. :)
CHAPTER SEVEN: trust II
I walk down the street, tears falling from my eyes. But I don't care. I don't wipe them away. I feel bad that Benji thinks I don't trust him. I can see how he'd think that. But I do trust him. I don't know how to make him see that.
I've only made it a few blocks from Billy's house. I stop dead and turn around. That's when a car pulls up along the curb. It's Benji. He opens the passenger side door. I climb in, throwing my bag on the floor.
"Your house is kinda far away," Benji says as I stare at my shoes. "You shouldn't have to walk all that way."
"Thanks," I reply softly. A silence comes over the car.
"Are you crying?" Benji asks. I shake my head. Benji guides my face in his direction, but I don't meet his gaze.
"You are crying," he states. I shrug. He runs his fingers through my hair and it feels good.
"Come on. Lets get you home." I nod. Benji puts the car in drive and pulls away from the curb.
Long, awkward, silent minutes later, Benji pulls into my driveway.
"Thanks for the ride," I mumble, pushing the door open. Benji grabs my wrist, stopping me from exiting the car. I sit back in the seat and look at my friend.
"Don't leave it like this," he says, his hand sliding from my wrist to hold my hand.
"What do you want me to do, Benj?" I ask.
"I don't know," Benji whispers.
"Well, I don't know how to prove I trust you," I reply.
"I don't want to be mad at you," Benji says, dropping my gaze. I sigh, my eyes roaming over the house in front of us.
My eyes land on my mom watching through the blinds. I immediately let go of Benji's hand.
"I have to go," I tell him.
"No, don't," Benji replies. I look at him.
"My mom is watching," I say quietly. Benji nods, suddenly looking mad.
"Go then," he spits. I do.
When I get inside the house, my mom's waiting for me.
"Who was that?" she asks.
"Benji," I answer.
"Your friend from school?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't he come in?" I sigh.
"We had a little argument. It's nothing really."
"Oh. Okay." My mom looks a bit skeptical. "Dinner's gonna be late tonight," she tells me.
"Okay," I reply. "I'll be in my room." My mom nods. Then I head upstairs.
I no sooner flop on my bed and the phone rings. I don't bother to answer it. My mom can get it. But then my mom's sticking her head in the door.
"Sebastien, it's for you. Someone named Joel," she tells me, coming into the room. I hold out my hand saying,
"It's Benji's brother." My mom nods, handing me the phone.
I wait till the door is shut behind my mom before speaking.
"Joel?" I ask.
"What happened between you and Benji?" Joel asks.
"Nothing," I lie.
"That's bull. Benji was practically in your lap and then five minutes later you're leaving and my twin's all upset. Now what's going on?" Joel asks. I sigh.
"We had a disagreement," I answer.
"Disagreement? I'd say it was more than a disagreement by the way Benji was acting." I play with the hem of my T-shirt.
"Yeah? And how was he acting?" I ask.
"First he was pissed and then he cried," Joel answers.
"He cried?"
"Yeah and he never cries." THere's a beat of silence, then Joel asks, "What was this whole...thing, about?" I sigh.
"I can't really tell you. But, he thinks I don't trust him."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Trust him. Do you trust him?" I sigh.
"Yes. I totally trust him. But I see his point of view. I'd think the same thing if I were him. I don't know how to change his mind."
"Well, you need to do something. He's really hurt."
"I know." There's a pause. "Joel, where's Benji?"
"He's at home."
"Okay. Well, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, sure."
Once we hang up, I put on my shoes and start walking to the Madden residence.
Stay Tuned for Chapter 8!!!
[trust III]
Rememeber: Comments are my life
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Date: April 20th, 2005 03:01 am (UTC)Write, write, write!
Actually, I can't say anything about that because it's been quite a while since I've written anything. I'd post in H_B but I'm scared. It's just been a while...
FD.N finally closed down. Good, but bad... :(
It was where I met you. Remember?
You said that I seemed like one of the better
authors on the site haha
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