"Being Ben's"

47. A Show then Dinner

"I don't know what to wear for dinner," I sighed and looked at the closet wear we put all the clothes away from earlier. I hadn't moved from this spot in about twenty minutes.

"Just put on a shirt," he said, sitting on the bed and putting his socks on while with his back towards me. He was dressed but I still stood in my underwear.

"But I..." I let my shoulders slump forward and I sat on the bed.

"You'll look fine in anything you wear..." Ben got up and looked in the closet. "Here." He threw a dark red t-shirt at me and a pair of black jeans. I looked at it then looked up to him. "Thanks."

"I'm worried about you."

"You are?" I looked up at him buckling my belt.

"Are you going to be okay at the concert?" He helped me with the buckle, but looked me in the eye while doing it. I thought about it for a second. "You mean with all the people... I... should be," I said not really knowing the answer to that.

"The second you feel somethings going wrong, we go home," he zipped my jacket up and pulled me closer to him. I smiled at him and chuckled at his protectiveness. "Yes, sir."

He rolled his eyes at me, smiling.

I kissed him quickly then took his hand leading him out of our bedroom. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, wrapping his arm around my waist.

He kissed me back just aw deeply and picked me up carrying me to the bed. "Mm... as... much... as I wou-... Ben... stop," I chuckled. "We can't be late."
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After the concert, which wasn't as crowded as we both though it would be, we got to the restaurant Leo said to meet him and his friends at. His friends are nice people and probably definitely people that I would hang out with again.

Nothing like the old group of friends that I had.

They left two chairs open for us to sit at, when we got there.

I couldn't help but notice that Leo kept looking over at a guy and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me and smiled. "What's up, Felix?"

I smiled. "Someone's got q little bit of a crush." I pointed discreetly then nudged him gently. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What no- I mean duh they're all my friends," his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. "of course, I... like him- them- uh..." he scratched the back of his neck. "Is it that obvious?"

I chuckled, nodding. "You laugh louder when he speaks and when you look at him your eyes soften and you're always smiling."

He laughed awkwardly. "oh... but I don't know how to talk to him. Can you help?"

"Me? Oh, I don't know."

"How did you and Ben find out that you liked each other?"

"Uh... at a hospital... when he was pretending to be my boyfriend, and after my parents yelled at me and he kissed me for the first time..." I looked at Ben who was swirling his drink, looking at it. "It's a complicated story and I don't think that it would help you much."

Leo blinked at me, tilting his head. "Um, yeah maybe... maybe not."

"Uhm... but I think you should just tell him how you feel. That's always a good way to start, right?" I shrugged.

"Yeah I guess you're right," he nodded and looked at his hands that were folded in his lap. I could see the blushing on his cheeks getting more intense.

"This isn't the you I remember," I nudged him again.

"What's that mean?" He looked at me, with an eyebrow raised. I chuckled. "Before I left, you were more confident or something I don't know." I shrugged.