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The first time I saw Dustin, it was at night.
I had spent the night partying, dancing with girls who I would never love, taking shots with friends who didn't care.
I was drunk, walking out of the party, I met him in the backyard.
He was just sitting there, quietly, every few minutes taking a sip from his beer.
I had walked over to him tapping him on the shoulder, he turned, nodded and turned back.
"M-my names B-Ben." I slurred.
"Nice to meet you Ben," he replied, leaving me.
He left me standing there, wondering who he was.
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[a/n: dedicated to _queenofthedamned .]
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Teen FictionSeventeen-year old Benjamin Woods is scared. He is scared of being judged. He is scared of being hated by his religious parents. He is scared because he is gay. [used to be called the boy i loved]
