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It's been a day ever since the trip to Vincent's and all is well. Benny added me on snap and we've been texting a lot...like A LOT. And speaking of Benny and I texting..He just texted me now,

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Bennyy 🤭 : Hey all the boys are going to the arcade if you wanna join

Y/n : Sure what time?

Bennyy 🤭 : Around 1:30. You need a ride?

Y/n : Yeah i doo

Bennyy 🤭 : Ok bet my mom will drive us

Y/n : Kk

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I don't actually need a ride.. but I kinda wanna spend more time with him. It's going to make us closer friends!!! Or more 🤭

As I get up to start getting ready because it's 11 am and I NEED to start now. I get a facetime call from Veronica,

"Y/N ARE YOU GOING TO THE ARCADE WITH THE GUYS?" V asks smiling wide

"As a matter of fact I am!" I reply as I grab my towel

"Ok good so what are you wearinggggg?" V always wants to know so we can match but in "different ways" I really don't know how her brain works..

I show her my outfit I have laid out and she nods

"Ok I can work with that" she says getting up from her bed

"V I gotta go shower" I say laughing because she is DEFINITELY one of a kind

"Ok bye, LOVE YOUUUU" she says before hanging up the phone.

I love her and Devora way too much. My only weakness 🤦🏻‍♀️

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As Im finishing my hair I get a text from Benny that says they'll pick me up in 5 minutes. Good thing i'm almost done 😔

I get my shoes on and put my favorite lipgloss in my purse, gotta be prepared 😉 I basically have everything I need. Money incase V or Benny won't pay for me. One of them better pay. Devora isn't coming because she's on her family fall vacation now... i'm jealous.

I hear a beep outside of my house and I know it's Benny and his mom. I leave my room and start walking down the hallway,

"Im going now mom!!" I call out to her who's in the kitchen

"Ok mama I love you! Have fun!" she yells back

"I love you tooooo" I reply as I walk out the front door.

I walk up to the car, which may I add is NICEEEE. And I open the back door to get in

"Hey, I like your hair" Benny says also sitting in the back seat

"Hey, thanks. Why are you in the back seat?" I ask confused as I get in and close the door.

"Oh just so you don't feel lonely in the back" he answers smiling at me. He makes me blush, he's so sweet and I never knew he could be.

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Playing : I've Been ( Lost Tapes ) by Tory Lanez

The arcade is kinda far and the radio sucks so Benny's mom let me use the aux and my music taste is just superior 🤷🏻‍♀️

"I like this song it's good, surprising coming from YOUR phone" Benny says poking me in my arm

"Hmm how about you play a song on my phone then" I reply laughing because I won't take this disrespect 😒

"Ok, I will" he sticks his hand out for my phone and I place it in his hand.

Playing : The Recipe by Kendrick Lamar

I love this song. Yeah me and Benny are friends but I never thought we'd really have ANYTHING even the slightest thing like music in common. I think I just folded.

"Whatcha think hm?" he asks looking over at me

"I love this song it's one of my favorites" I answer smiling at him. I swear I fell in love or something

"Niceee now we know we have the same music taste"
he says going onto his phone giving me mine back in the process "Here you go, play another maybe we have another song in common"

We go back and forth like this for a while sharing different songs. I found out he's definitely a rap kinda guy. *authors note* (I felt like he definitely would listen to rap)

We finally get to the arcade and I thank his mom for the ride. We get out of the car and he grabs my arm lightly,

"Cmon let's cross the road," he says "I need you to be careful."

I decide i'm going to be bold today. So I go in, holding his hand. I can tell he is RED and I feel accomplished now. We hold hands as we cross the street and I look over to see Kenny and Veronica's jaws to the floor. As I look down and our hands, interlocking, I ask myself one question.

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