Fading Echoes (OCxArianaGrande) [Being Re-Written]

Chapter 2 (Re-Written)

**DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!!**

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Studio City Hills- Fryman Canyon Area
Los Angeles, California
Benny's home.

3 Days later....

Benny's POV

The day finally showed up. I was out front, leaning against the hood of my car, watching Amelia pull into the driveway like she owned the place. Same as always. Her newer car rolled in smooth against the backdrop of trees and concrete. Bought this house back in 2018—Studio City Hills, Fryman Canyon. It's quiet, tucked up in the woods, far enough from the city that I can think, close enough that I can still be where I need to be in fifteen.

My old car—the one I just finished remodeling—was backed up clean in the driveway. The truck and both Harleys were parked in the garage. Everything in its place.

Amelia stepped out of the car and I couldn't help but grin. She looked like she was headed to a punk show, not dinner—leather jacket, flannel tied around her waist, ripped jeans hugging her legs just right. I'd never say it out loud, but I liked when she dressed like this. It felt familiar.

"Hey Ben's," she called out, arms full of grocery bags, "you gonna help or just stand there looking cool?"

I walked over, took half the load. "If you drop any of that, I'm not replacing it."

She smirked. "You love doing shit for me."

I didn't answer. Just opened the door and motioned her in.

"So is the chicken almost done?" she asked as we stepped into the kitchen.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Fat-ass roasted chicken. Been in the oven for hours. Smells right."

The kitchen was spotless, the way I like it. Matte black cabinets, dark stone counters, open space with clean lines and soft lighting. Looked more like a design magazine than a kitchen in use. But I'd been working all afternoon.