Scars Don't Heal When You Keep Cutting ♡ brusnop

Chapter Four

I did try to get Ben to smile. He just wouldn't do it. I eventually gave up, and asked him if he was ready to eat his dinner. He refused once again. But that's okay, my mom didn't cook it, it was just cheap fast food.

But some pretty damn good cheap fast food. Especially the fries.

"Hey, uh, what time is it?" Ben asks me, who was laying next to me again. I pull my phone out and turn it on.

"8:37."

"Fucking hell, what's Dad gonna think?" he asks quietly to himself. I can't help but be shocked by his use of profanity. "I should've known it was getting late! It's dark out!"

I turn my head to the right to look at Ben as he continues to ramble on and on about the time and how his parents would kill him for staying out this late and not telling them. I sigh.

"Well," I start, shutting him up. He quickly averts his gaze to me with hopeful eyes, "you could always call him real quick. I mean, tell him why and stuff."

He lets his eyes wander to the right a bit, then back to my own. He quickly moves them down, avoiding eye contact.

"Um...would it be okay to spend the night?" he asks quietly, a small shade of pink tinting his cheeks. I smile at him and admire how cute it was before replying to his question.

"Of course!" I chirp, his eyes and stare into mine, "You know you're always welcome!"

He nods his head before shyly and hesitantly getting up. "I, uh, I'm gonna go get some of my stuff," he mutters quickly before shuffling to the door. I get up too.

"I'll go with you," I offer, walking over to him. He turns to face me, his eyes pleading.

"No, just stay here, I won't be long, I promise you."

I nod, but follow him out the door anyway. We walk downstairs, him heading to the front door, me heading to the kitchen. I step into the kitchen as the front door closes, and much to my dismay, my parents weren't in there. I sigh, I have to walk around the house and look in every room in the process just to find them. God, I'm so fucking lazy. I walk around the house and find Mom in her room. Well, at least I found one of them.

"Hey, is it okay if Ben spends the night, 'cause I already told him he could," I ask her. Well, I was pretty much telling her he was staying. She laughs a bit and smiles warmly.

"Why not? You boys have fun, I'm off to bed now!"

I nod in thanks and leave the room, closing the door behind me. By the time I'm back in my room, the front door opens and slams shut. Probably Ben unless my dad was out doing something. My door slams open, and Ben scurries in, closing the door behind him.

I finally turn my head to look at him. His face was a bit red and he was panting. I cock an eyebrow at him.

"You alright?" I ask him. He nods quickly, dropping the small bag he had by the door.

"Ran...to the house...ran back..." he manages between pants, making his way to my bed before throwing himself on it. I carefully lay next to him, trying to think of something to start up a conversation.

"What's in the bag?" I ask him when his breathing calms down.

Really, Danny? You ask him what's in his fucking bag? God, you pathetic, lovestruck mess.

"Eh, nothing much, just a toothbrush, toothpaste, iPhone charger, my diary thing, pointless stuff," he lists, counting off his fingers.

Diary. I can't help but smirk as a mischievous idea comes up. Ben seems to notice and frowns at me disapprovingly.