(SORRY the past few chapters seemed rushed. I wrote them with another person and they essentially wrote it. Also if you see familiar names, no you don't. It wasnt my idea, the other person liked it. Smh.)
Benny's p.o.v.
I got mad at my Aunt, cousin, and my little brother, so I stormed off to the park. Here I am, sitting on the rim of the huge water fountain, sketching some pictures in my special sketchbook with never-ending pages. I may have cast a spell on it. A little secret about me, when Callie and I were kids, we thought it would be cool to look into magic and all things related to that, but then her Mom and my Mom found out. Turns out, they used to practice that stuff a lot too, so they taught us. I was in the middle of drawing the dusky sky when I started doodling other things. When I looked down I saw, Michael Wolf written all over the place. Fuck! I quickly turned to the next page and started doodling. The pencil slipped out of my hand and it started drawing its own thing, I just let it. A few minutes later it was done. I looked down at the sketchbook and it was a picture of me and Michael; Michael was holding me close and I had no shirt on? I sighed with a soft chuckle, "I wish..." I did have a huge crush on Michael. I have since Devon and I became friends. I didn't tell Devon about my crush on his older brother until a few month later. We were kids, so he didn't take me serious. A few years later when we were fourteen, I came out to him. He was very supportive, but he's the only one who knew. The pencil flew into my hand again and I started drawing my own thing. My attention was soon pulled away from my sketch when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.
"Benny! Pick me up, please!" Ethan whined into the phone.
Of course it had to be Ethan. I placed the pencil in the binding of the sketchbook and placed it on the rim of the water fountain as I got up to just walk around a little. "How 'bout no." I didn't even know he left the house. He must have after I stormed out. I don't blame him, our house can be very overwhelming, but that didn't mean I had to be a nice older brother. Hatred and anger runs in the family.
"Come on, Benny! I'm cold!" Ethan whined. Oh, right, I dropped him off at the skate park so he could hang with his lame-ass friends.
"Okay. One, stop whining. Two, get fucking Rory, Bella, or Sarah too!" I snapped. I heard movement from behind me but figured it was the wind or something, so I didn't bother turning around.
"Benny!" Ethan cried.
"Get Aunt Kate too!" I hissed.
"B-Benny! I'm your baby brother!" Ethan cried.
"Guess what? I'm your older brother, who doesn't give a fuck!" I said.
"B-Benji!" Ethan cried louder.
"Don't call me that!" I seethed. He knew well enough to NEVER call me that.
"Benjamin! Please!" Ethan started freaking out.
"Hey, guess what?" An evil smirk crept on my face. "If I had any thought of picking you up, I ain't now!" And with that, I hung up on him. I slipped my phone into my back pocket. God, he pisses me off and yes, I know I'm an asshole. I guess Devon and I rub off on each other a lot. I sighed softly and turned around. My eyes widened when I saw who was sitting in my spot, looking through my sketchbook; Michael. Michael Wolf was looking through my sketchbook. He was looking at all my pictures with an amused look on his face. The only pictures I drew in there were graphic pictures of me and him and those pictures, let me tell you, were graphic! If I didn't draw it, my pencil drew my fantasies. Shouldn't have put a spell on that damn pencil. As mentioned, I have the biggest crush on him. Yes! Yes! It's true. The cold-hearted fuck has the biggest crush on Michael! Shocker, right? I have a crush on my best friend's brother. A smirk crept on Michael's features. He looked up and we instantly made eye contact. I tried so hard not to look at him, but fuck! I couldn't help it. He was so hot. He made me melt. He waved his hand, signaling me to walk over. I could feel my face heat up. I slowly made my way to the water fountain where he was and I was previously. He patted the spot next to him and I slowly sat myself down next to him. He scooted himself closer to me.
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